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Chapter 3
My father stared at me for a few minutes in shock, his mouth opening and closing in a perfect imitation of a goldfish (if the situation hadn't bee so possibly life threatening I would have laughed at the idea of a Dark Lord looking like a goldfish). I suppose he had good reason to stare at me like he did though. After all, he had just told me about one of the biggest revelations to hit the magical world since the Hogwarts' founders split up and went their separate ways, and I had just sat there and told him I already knew. It took him a while to get over this little shock.
"What do you mean?" he finally asked me, his eyes narrowing dangerously at me. "Dumbledore would not have told you, it would have risked him losing his precious golden boy."
"Why do you care?" I asked, sounding slightly resentful. God, I love messing with people. "It's not like you actually give a damn."
"Just curious."
"Whatever."
Do not ask me why I gained the whole not caring attitude at that point. I don't even know myself, but whatever the reason was, it was fun. There's something undeniably amusing about being able to annoy a dark lord without getting crucioed.
"Well," he started, slightly mad (okay, I'm understating the whole thing). "If you don't tell me I will kill those muggle that raised you."
"Will I have to watch?" I asked, feigning worry and concern.
"Yes."
"…Cool! How would you kill them? Quick or slow?"
My father had probably not been expecting this, but this shock he got over quickly, and changed tactics with me soon enough, seeing that threatening the Dursleys wouldn't work.
"Well, Harry," he said, stressing my name as if it were hard for him to say civilly. "If you were to tell me how you found out you were my son I might consider teaching you the Dark Arts so you could take care of them yourself."
"Hm… 'Kay!"
What can I say? The Dursleys' treated me like shit most of the time I spent with them, so revenge seemed like a good idea. It still does, actually. Plus I had had enough of the defence crap they teach at Hogwarts, so the dark arts looked like a good alternative.
"So…?"
"So what?"
"HOW THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU FIND OUT?!"
"Oh, Dumbledore was teaching me occlumency, and I accidentally saw the memory where he killed mum."
"You couldn't have told me that before?"
"And not get on your nerves?"
"You son of a bitch-"
"And a son of a bastard too."
I think - no, I know - he wanted to kill me at that moment more than he had ever wanted to before. I don't know why he didn't though. Oh well, that's not my problem, it's the rest of the world's.
!/!/!/!/
'Well, if it isn't the Weasel, Mudblood and Scarhead.'
The three of them whirled round to come face to face with Malfoy.
'Malfoy, what the hell do you want?' Harry said, already pissed off thanks to the Potions lesson they had just from.
'Oh, nothing. I was just coming to see if Granger over there was still as worthless as ever. Seems I was right.'
Ron moved to attack Malfoy at that, but before he could move very far Harry and Hermione stopped him.
'Ron! Don't!'
'That's right Granger, protect your poor boyfriend.'
'Go screw yourself Malfoy!'
Ron had managed to break free of them and was currently fighting Malfoy whilst Hermione had rushed off to get a professor.
'RON!' Harry yelled, but he didn't seem to hear him.
The two fighters were slowly moving closer to the edge, nearer to the banister. Finally Ron had his back to it.
'Say goodbye Weasel."
Malfoy shoved him.
Ron held onto Malfoy.
They both fell.
'RON! NO!' Harry yelled, running over to the edge.
Time seemed to slow as the two of them fell. Minutes seem to pass as the two fell to the floor, several stories below and until their fall was cut short with a sickening thud. They had landed on Filch.
I had had that dream many times, just as I had had dreams many times about the worst moments of my life. And do you know what I dream about now? That I dream about so many times because it was one of the worst moments of my life? The day I became friends with Hermione Granger.
!/!/!/!/
The Death Eaters all hated me back then, that's for sure. None of them said so, and they all tried to cover up that little fact, but they're terrible actors. There are four different groups of them that hated me for separate reason. The first group are the ones that are loyalist to my father (the ones that willingly went to Azkaban, even with a trial), who hated me because I had caused my father's demise. A second group (not quite so loyal and even though they went to Azkaban they fought not too) hated me because you could say it was partly my fault they were caught and sent to Azkaban in the first place. Then there are the most ambitious Death Eaters. They hated me because it meant that if and when my father was to die I would inherit the Dark Lord status instead of them standing a possibility. And finally we have the last group who just hated me because I was in Gryffindor house. The Death Eaters all hated me.
I could tell that they hated me back them by just doing something as simple as walking down a corridor alone. The hate that filled it was truly astounding, shocking, even. But that is not something I need to talk about at the moment. It's not really important now. There are other things that are much more so.
A/N: Short chapter, I know, but I ran out of ideas of things I could put in half way through without going into my ideas for following chapters. Hopefully the next couple of chapters will be longer.
For anyone who is wondering, I now I have an order for updating my fics. After I update this the next one I update will be my fic 'Powers of Darkness' and then the AU version of Powers of Darkness, followed by this, and I'll keep up that order.
HecateDeMort: Lol! Okay! I'll write more to this when I get the chance.
The Vampire Story Hunter: Yes! Scary reviewers! Stop scaring the writer! ::runs in fear::
Eriee: Lol! It was inspired by watching too much Star Wars!
Shadowface: Hmmm, good possibilities. Snape or Wormtail, eh?
Krr84: Ooooh! Dumbly as a first kill! Yet another good choice!
Crystalstorm21: Lol, like the reaction?
Aspid: Cool! Another two tempting victims! And would Justin's surname happen to be Finch-Fletchley.
Ryua Malfoy: Thanks! And now I've got seven possibilities to kill off.
borne-shadow-childe: Lol, thought about this a lot, haven't you? I'll consider Hermione as well, along with all of the other suggestions I've been given, but as to who goes dark… I'm not sure. With the slash you've suggested, I won't be doing that. I have enough trouble writing het.
Anubis-sama: Would that be in one, or each killed off separately?
Krissy Riddle: Hey! Like I told eriee, it came from too much Star Wars (episode IV, The Empire Strikes Back, if I'm not mistaken). And thanks for the suggestions!
Sword Wielder - Firebreath: Lol! Thanks!
Pheonixrising: Star Wars, you say? Now whatever gave you that idea? Besides the whole 'I am your father' line?