As both Dylan and Draco had expected Voldermort was not very happy.
Although he must have seen this coming.
Dumbledore of course announced to the whole school that the new boy had been sorted into Gryffindor, even though he had rebelliously sat with the Slytherins. He glared at any one who dared to challenge him.
He followed the group that he had tormented on the train up to the common room, they didn't acknowledge his presence, it seemed as if they were somewhat scared of him.
He found his belongings with ease not talking to anyone he went straight upstairs to prepare for bed.
He had just removed his top when the four boys that he'd meet on the train entered. They all gasped as they saw the tattoo on the teens left shoulder. It depicted a black pentagram surrounded by flames that had been incanted to move.
"Hey Riddle." The red head shouted causing Dylan to turn around. "Are you really the Dark Lords son?"
"Yes." He said tirelessly, he was exhausted and was in no mood to use magic. The others seemed to sense this, they stood behind Weasly staring.
"Why are you here?"
"I don't know, I do as I'm told like you do."
"Not so tough with out Malfoy are you?"
"Look Weasly I don't know you and you don't know me, I am not in the mood for pointless and arguments, if you want to live through the year you'll keep away from me unless I want to talk to you."
Nothing more was said, the four teens seemed to realise that Dylan meant it. That night he couldn't sleep so he sat up writing to his father.
He wondered how, him being in Gryffindor would effect his relationship with Draco who he cared for a lot.
The following day Dylan left the dorm at sunrise to owl his father, to say he wasn't in the best of moods was an understatement. He had planed to go to the Slytherin common room after the owlery but on the way he bumped into the headmaster.
"May I have a word please Dylan?"
Dylan just shrugged and followed the headmaster to his office. He didn't really care why and he was to tired t protest.
"Please sit." Dumbledore said as the entered. He sat behind his desk and offered Dylan a lemon drop but he refused.
"What do you want?"
"To tell you the truth."
"Excuse me, what do you mean the truth?"
"About your parents Harry."
"What did you just call me...what do you mean my parents?"
"Lord Voldermort is not your real father, he murdered you parents when you were one."
"Why are you telling me these lies?"
"Because it is the truth, he took you before we could rescue you."
"No, he would have told me...any way you have no proof."
"Yes I do, I have a photo album that Lily, your mother put together for you, it gives pictures of you her and your father, James." Dumbledore opened a desk draw and brought out a scarlet leather bound book. "It also provides your birth certificate; you look so much like your father Harry."
"Shut up, I look nothing like my father, I have no idea what you're talking about and my name is Dylan Lazarus Riddle not Harry."
"I understand that it is a lot to take in and I know you may need time but do one thing for me, take these photos and look through them. Both your parents were in Gryffindor Harry, it's why you were placed there, you may have been raised by evil but you are good by nature."
Dumbledore of course announced to the whole school that the new boy had been sorted into Gryffindor, even though he had rebelliously sat with the Slytherins. He glared at any one who dared to challenge him.
He followed the group that he had tormented on the train up to the common room, they didn't acknowledge his presence, it seemed as if they were somewhat scared of him.
He found his belongings with ease not talking to anyone he went straight upstairs to prepare for bed.
He had just removed his top when the four boys that he'd meet on the train entered. They all gasped as they saw the tattoo on the teens left shoulder. It depicted a black pentagram surrounded by flames that had been incanted to move.
"Hey Riddle." The red head shouted causing Dylan to turn around. "Are you really the Dark Lords son?"
"Yes." He said tirelessly, he was exhausted and was in no mood to use magic. The others seemed to sense this, they stood behind Weasly staring.
"Why are you here?"
"I don't know, I do as I'm told like you do."
"Not so tough with out Malfoy are you?"
"Look Weasly I don't know you and you don't know me, I am not in the mood for pointless and arguments, if you want to live through the year you'll keep away from me unless I want to talk to you."
Nothing more was said, the four teens seemed to realise that Dylan meant it. That night he couldn't sleep so he sat up writing to his father.
He wondered how, him being in Gryffindor would effect his relationship with Draco who he cared for a lot.
The following day Dylan left the dorm at sunrise to owl his father, to say he wasn't in the best of moods was an understatement. He had planed to go to the Slytherin common room after the owlery but on the way he bumped into the headmaster.
"May I have a word please Dylan?"
Dylan just shrugged and followed the headmaster to his office. He didn't really care why and he was to tired t protest.
"Please sit." Dumbledore said as the entered. He sat behind his desk and offered Dylan a lemon drop but he refused.
"What do you want?"
"To tell you the truth."
"Excuse me, what do you mean the truth?"
"About your parents Harry."
"What did you just call me...what do you mean my parents?"
"Lord Voldermort is not your real father, he murdered you parents when you were one."
"Why are you telling me these lies?"
"Because it is the truth, he took you before we could rescue you."
"No, he would have told me...any way you have no proof."
"Yes I do, I have a photo album that Lily, your mother put together for you, it gives pictures of you her and your father, James." Dumbledore opened a desk draw and brought out a scarlet leather bound book. "It also provides your birth certificate; you look so much like your father Harry."
"Shut up, I look nothing like my father, I have no idea what you're talking about and my name is Dylan Lazarus Riddle not Harry."
"I understand that it is a lot to take in and I know you may need time but do one thing for me, take these photos and look through them. Both your parents were in Gryffindor Harry, it's why you were placed there, you may have been raised by evil but you are good by nature."