Thanks to hermionegreen for the review. One person who cared.
I hope this chapter is better than the last one. At least it's longer.
Chapter 2
The next morning Harry woke up and got a shock as he looked into the mirror. Then he remembered. He was at the Leaky Cauldron. He was very worried about what his friends would now think of him. Would they still talk to him? Or would they be afraid, like when Moody had suspected that he was possessed? He didn't want to even think about that. And what about the Order? He liked the people there, but they all hated and feared his father.
Suddenly he remembered that it was his birthday. The night had been so full of new things, problems, as he thought bitterly, that he hadn't thought of his birthday since. Dumbledore had probably forbidden his friends to write letters to him or send him presents. That would probably be too dangerous.
Harry was now really angry at Dumbledore. Why did he always decide everything for him? It wasn't like he was a small child, he had already fought Lord Voldemort four times and survived. He was the Boy-Who-Lived, wasn't he? And the headmaster hadn't shown any regret for his mother's death, had he? So Voldemort hated Dumbledore for a good reason.
Anyway, Voldemort. His father. Ewww, that sounded weird! This was Lord Voldemort, He Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the infamous mass-murderer, the master of the feared Death Eaters, his DAD!? And did he even know he had a son? What would he do if he found out? Always he. Everything bad that could happen happened to Harry Potter. No, wait that wasn't even his name. His whole life had been a lie. This crashed down on him in exactly that moment, and he had to hold back tears really hard.
He decided not to think about that and instead to have some fun on his birthday. His robes were all to short for him, so he had to buy new ones. He didn't feel like breakfast, so he just went to Diagon Alley and got some money from Gringotts. It was a great new experience for him to walk through a crowd of wizards without people staring at him. Then he went to Madame Malkin's to buy the robes. Madame Malkins immediately rushed towards him.
"Hello, my dear! Do you need anything?"
"Yes, new robes."
"Hogwarts? I haven't seen you here ever before."
"I, er, well, I just changed schools from Durmstrang."
She took his height and brought him some robes. Harry paid and left the shop.
He simple loved it to be wandering around in Diagon Alley. It was a place full of magic and usually there were lots of wizards buying magic things. But this time there were much less people and Harry hadn't seen a single child yet. The usually busy atmosphere was now quiet and depressed. Harry knew what the reason was. The magic world had now accepted the news of Lord Voldemort's return, and people feared for their lives. They were afraid to go out of their houses, but staying at home could also mean death if they were attacked.
Harry heard people talking in frightened voices.
"I wouldn't let my children go out alone anymore. Not since he's back."
"Well, he' s been back for more than a year now, hasn't he. And hasn't done anything yet. So why should he now?"
"Because he's been discovered! They saw him at the Ministry! I heard Sirius Black had been killed there by a Death Eater. And all the time he was innocent!"
"How couldn't they notice? Harry Potter had been telling for a year. The poor boy! We need a new minister. Fudge hasn't brought any good."
"Remember what happened at the Quidditch game two years ago? They should have started to worry then. Those people kill for fun. And I'm muggleborn."
"Yes, but a lot of them are in Azkaban."
"For how long? Last time he managed to get them out, and this time there aren't even dementors."
Harry turned away. If those people found out... he imagined them talking about him. He went to buy himself a birthday present.
He went to the book shop first. There he looked around for a while, then the door opened again and Draco Malfoy came in with his mother. His father was still in Azkaban. At first Harry thought Draco would now try to insult him or start a fight, but as he didn't recognize him he remembered looking different again. So he decided to spy on the Malfoys a bit. They bought a few books and went out without talking a lot. They walked out of Diagon Alley into Knockturn Alley, Harry behind them.
"Mother, will I get some things?" Draco asked.
"If they are not too dangerous. I do not wish anything to happen to you."
They went into a dark shop full of old-looking things and books. Harry waited a few minutes outside the door to not come in at the same time as the Malfoys.
Then he went in. The shop was lit only by a few candles. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a long time. Dust was on all the things. Mrs. Malfoy stood near a desk, waiting. Her son was looking interestedly at some eye-balls in a glass. Then he saw Harry who was standing in the door looking at him.
"What are you looking at?" he snapped.
"Nothing. Besides, looking is not forbidden, is it?" Harry said walking over to the nearest bookshelf and faked looking for a book. He pulled one out of the shelf. He was about open it and start to read, when he felt somebody standing behind him. He turned around.
"What are you doing?" he asked Malfoy.
"What are YOU doing?" Malfoy asked back.
"I'm buying a book."
Malfoy was just opening his mouth again when they heard a man call:
"Narcissa Malfoy! What a nice surprise! And you've brought your son."
"Good morning, Mr. Decker! I need an Orb of Mortis."
"Of course, Mrs. Malfoy. Please wait a moment..." he went off searching for it.
Mrs. Malfoy was looking pretty impatient by now.
Draco looked at Harry. "Who are you?"
"Tom Riddle." he answered. "What's your name?"
"Draco Malfoy. I've never heard of your family. Are your parents wizards?"
"Yes, they were. But they're dead. Are you going to Hogwarts, too?"
"Yes, but I've never seen you there. In which house are you?"
"I've just changed schools from Durmstrang. So I haven't got an idea."
"I hope you will get sorted into Slytherin. That's the best house, you must know. I'm in there, of course."
"Cool, maybe I will." Harry said. Great. Now he was having a conversation with Malfoy. But he wanted to see what they were doing. "Is that your mother over there?"
"Yes, it is."
"What does she want to buy? And where's your father?" he asked even though he knew the answer to the last question perfectly well. He just wanted to hear Malfoy's answer.
Malfoy looked angry. "Father is in Azkaban because of Harry Potter. He is a Death Eater, you know. One of the Dark Lord's favorites. I'm sure he'll be free again soon. Mother is just getting something for our master. What do you think about him? You're not one of those Mudblood lovers, are you?"
Harry didn't know what to say at first. Then he answered as untouched as possible "Of course not. But I have never met him, so I can't tell." That seemed to be a good answer.
"Well, he's going to get rid of all those mudbloods," Malfoy smirked. "You know, our school is full of them. The headmaster loves them. Worse than Potter."
Harry felt angry about Malfoy saying mudbloods, but not about Dumbledore. "Really?" he said smiling. "Strange guy."
"I've found it!" the shopkeeper called.
"At last!" Narcissa exclaimed. "How much is it?"
They went to the desk and Narcissa paid for a small crystal orb with black fog in it.
"Quick, go pay for your book, then you can come with us!", Draco said and pushed Harry towards the desk.
"You want the book?" Mr. Decker asked. Now Harry couldn't say no anymore, so he nodded.
"That's five galleons, then."
Mrs. Malfoy started to clasp her tongue so Harry quickly paid and was nearly pulled out by Draco.
"Do you play Quidditch?" Malfoy asked.
"Yes, I do." Harry answered remembering being asked the same question by Malfoy when they met for the first time. He didn't even know what Quidditch was then.
"I'm the Slytherin seeker." Malfoy said proudly. He was only in the team because his father had bought new brooms for the whole team. "But maybe I'll be trying out as keeper next year. What position do you play?"
"I'm a seeker, too."
Mrs. Malfoy crumbled her nose and asked Harry "Are you a friend of Draco's?"
"We just met, but we'll be going to school together." Draco answered for Harry. "His name is Tom Riddle."
"I'm sure I've heard that name somewhere.", she said. "Do I know your parents?"
"They're dead." Harry said.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Draco, I have to go and bring it to him. You can wait here with Tom. Be at the Ice Cafe at one o'clock, OK?"
"Yes, OK.", Draco said and she disapparated.
Lord Voldemort was standing in a dark room. He was thinking of a time when he had been another person, when there had been a light in his world. Matilda. He had loved her when they met for the first time, and he still loved her more than anything else. But she was gone. Dead. Because of Dumbledore. He had never hated anyone as much as Dumbledore. Not Harry Potter and not his muggle father. Matilda would have born him a child. He would have cared for it. Dumbledore had taken him his child and the love of his life. Now there was only hate. Matilda had been the only sense in his life, now it was revenge. The only reason why he was still living and had not given up was that he wanted her death paid back, and he did not want to die guilty that he could not save her. He had changed so much.
Suddenly Narcissa apparated in front of him. She bowed and held out the small crystal orb. "My Lord, I have got what you wished."
He took the orb from her and looked at it. "Thank you, Narcissa, that's very good. Now go and ask Bellatrix to come here. I've got a mission for her."
Narcissa hesitated. Wouldn't he at least explain her what it was that she had gotten for him?
"That's none of your business!" he hissed after he had read her mind. She immediately disapparated again.
He stayed in the room waiting, alone.
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore was sitting on his desk in his office, trying for about the 100th time to open the old iron box with three interlaced snakes in front of him. No single charm worked. He supposed that the snakes were the key, but that didn't help him a lot. He remembered how Harry had opened the Chamber of Secrets by ordering it in parseltongue, but he couldn't do that.
Anyway, that box belonged to Harry.
I wouldn't mind some more reviews this time and if you have any ideas please tell me. I haven't got too much of a plan where this story is going. I just got the idea and started to write. Should I pair Harry up with somebody?
I hope this chapter is better than the last one. At least it's longer.
Chapter 2
The next morning Harry woke up and got a shock as he looked into the mirror. Then he remembered. He was at the Leaky Cauldron. He was very worried about what his friends would now think of him. Would they still talk to him? Or would they be afraid, like when Moody had suspected that he was possessed? He didn't want to even think about that. And what about the Order? He liked the people there, but they all hated and feared his father.
Suddenly he remembered that it was his birthday. The night had been so full of new things, problems, as he thought bitterly, that he hadn't thought of his birthday since. Dumbledore had probably forbidden his friends to write letters to him or send him presents. That would probably be too dangerous.
Harry was now really angry at Dumbledore. Why did he always decide everything for him? It wasn't like he was a small child, he had already fought Lord Voldemort four times and survived. He was the Boy-Who-Lived, wasn't he? And the headmaster hadn't shown any regret for his mother's death, had he? So Voldemort hated Dumbledore for a good reason.
Anyway, Voldemort. His father. Ewww, that sounded weird! This was Lord Voldemort, He Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the infamous mass-murderer, the master of the feared Death Eaters, his DAD!? And did he even know he had a son? What would he do if he found out? Always he. Everything bad that could happen happened to Harry Potter. No, wait that wasn't even his name. His whole life had been a lie. This crashed down on him in exactly that moment, and he had to hold back tears really hard.
He decided not to think about that and instead to have some fun on his birthday. His robes were all to short for him, so he had to buy new ones. He didn't feel like breakfast, so he just went to Diagon Alley and got some money from Gringotts. It was a great new experience for him to walk through a crowd of wizards without people staring at him. Then he went to Madame Malkin's to buy the robes. Madame Malkins immediately rushed towards him.
"Hello, my dear! Do you need anything?"
"Yes, new robes."
"Hogwarts? I haven't seen you here ever before."
"I, er, well, I just changed schools from Durmstrang."
She took his height and brought him some robes. Harry paid and left the shop.
He simple loved it to be wandering around in Diagon Alley. It was a place full of magic and usually there were lots of wizards buying magic things. But this time there were much less people and Harry hadn't seen a single child yet. The usually busy atmosphere was now quiet and depressed. Harry knew what the reason was. The magic world had now accepted the news of Lord Voldemort's return, and people feared for their lives. They were afraid to go out of their houses, but staying at home could also mean death if they were attacked.
Harry heard people talking in frightened voices.
"I wouldn't let my children go out alone anymore. Not since he's back."
"Well, he' s been back for more than a year now, hasn't he. And hasn't done anything yet. So why should he now?"
"Because he's been discovered! They saw him at the Ministry! I heard Sirius Black had been killed there by a Death Eater. And all the time he was innocent!"
"How couldn't they notice? Harry Potter had been telling for a year. The poor boy! We need a new minister. Fudge hasn't brought any good."
"Remember what happened at the Quidditch game two years ago? They should have started to worry then. Those people kill for fun. And I'm muggleborn."
"Yes, but a lot of them are in Azkaban."
"For how long? Last time he managed to get them out, and this time there aren't even dementors."
Harry turned away. If those people found out... he imagined them talking about him. He went to buy himself a birthday present.
He went to the book shop first. There he looked around for a while, then the door opened again and Draco Malfoy came in with his mother. His father was still in Azkaban. At first Harry thought Draco would now try to insult him or start a fight, but as he didn't recognize him he remembered looking different again. So he decided to spy on the Malfoys a bit. They bought a few books and went out without talking a lot. They walked out of Diagon Alley into Knockturn Alley, Harry behind them.
"Mother, will I get some things?" Draco asked.
"If they are not too dangerous. I do not wish anything to happen to you."
They went into a dark shop full of old-looking things and books. Harry waited a few minutes outside the door to not come in at the same time as the Malfoys.
Then he went in. The shop was lit only by a few candles. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a long time. Dust was on all the things. Mrs. Malfoy stood near a desk, waiting. Her son was looking interestedly at some eye-balls in a glass. Then he saw Harry who was standing in the door looking at him.
"What are you looking at?" he snapped.
"Nothing. Besides, looking is not forbidden, is it?" Harry said walking over to the nearest bookshelf and faked looking for a book. He pulled one out of the shelf. He was about open it and start to read, when he felt somebody standing behind him. He turned around.
"What are you doing?" he asked Malfoy.
"What are YOU doing?" Malfoy asked back.
"I'm buying a book."
Malfoy was just opening his mouth again when they heard a man call:
"Narcissa Malfoy! What a nice surprise! And you've brought your son."
"Good morning, Mr. Decker! I need an Orb of Mortis."
"Of course, Mrs. Malfoy. Please wait a moment..." he went off searching for it.
Mrs. Malfoy was looking pretty impatient by now.
Draco looked at Harry. "Who are you?"
"Tom Riddle." he answered. "What's your name?"
"Draco Malfoy. I've never heard of your family. Are your parents wizards?"
"Yes, they were. But they're dead. Are you going to Hogwarts, too?"
"Yes, but I've never seen you there. In which house are you?"
"I've just changed schools from Durmstrang. So I haven't got an idea."
"I hope you will get sorted into Slytherin. That's the best house, you must know. I'm in there, of course."
"Cool, maybe I will." Harry said. Great. Now he was having a conversation with Malfoy. But he wanted to see what they were doing. "Is that your mother over there?"
"Yes, it is."
"What does she want to buy? And where's your father?" he asked even though he knew the answer to the last question perfectly well. He just wanted to hear Malfoy's answer.
Malfoy looked angry. "Father is in Azkaban because of Harry Potter. He is a Death Eater, you know. One of the Dark Lord's favorites. I'm sure he'll be free again soon. Mother is just getting something for our master. What do you think about him? You're not one of those Mudblood lovers, are you?"
Harry didn't know what to say at first. Then he answered as untouched as possible "Of course not. But I have never met him, so I can't tell." That seemed to be a good answer.
"Well, he's going to get rid of all those mudbloods," Malfoy smirked. "You know, our school is full of them. The headmaster loves them. Worse than Potter."
Harry felt angry about Malfoy saying mudbloods, but not about Dumbledore. "Really?" he said smiling. "Strange guy."
"I've found it!" the shopkeeper called.
"At last!" Narcissa exclaimed. "How much is it?"
They went to the desk and Narcissa paid for a small crystal orb with black fog in it.
"Quick, go pay for your book, then you can come with us!", Draco said and pushed Harry towards the desk.
"You want the book?" Mr. Decker asked. Now Harry couldn't say no anymore, so he nodded.
"That's five galleons, then."
Mrs. Malfoy started to clasp her tongue so Harry quickly paid and was nearly pulled out by Draco.
"Do you play Quidditch?" Malfoy asked.
"Yes, I do." Harry answered remembering being asked the same question by Malfoy when they met for the first time. He didn't even know what Quidditch was then.
"I'm the Slytherin seeker." Malfoy said proudly. He was only in the team because his father had bought new brooms for the whole team. "But maybe I'll be trying out as keeper next year. What position do you play?"
"I'm a seeker, too."
Mrs. Malfoy crumbled her nose and asked Harry "Are you a friend of Draco's?"
"We just met, but we'll be going to school together." Draco answered for Harry. "His name is Tom Riddle."
"I'm sure I've heard that name somewhere.", she said. "Do I know your parents?"
"They're dead." Harry said.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Draco, I have to go and bring it to him. You can wait here with Tom. Be at the Ice Cafe at one o'clock, OK?"
"Yes, OK.", Draco said and she disapparated.
Lord Voldemort was standing in a dark room. He was thinking of a time when he had been another person, when there had been a light in his world. Matilda. He had loved her when they met for the first time, and he still loved her more than anything else. But she was gone. Dead. Because of Dumbledore. He had never hated anyone as much as Dumbledore. Not Harry Potter and not his muggle father. Matilda would have born him a child. He would have cared for it. Dumbledore had taken him his child and the love of his life. Now there was only hate. Matilda had been the only sense in his life, now it was revenge. The only reason why he was still living and had not given up was that he wanted her death paid back, and he did not want to die guilty that he could not save her. He had changed so much.
Suddenly Narcissa apparated in front of him. She bowed and held out the small crystal orb. "My Lord, I have got what you wished."
He took the orb from her and looked at it. "Thank you, Narcissa, that's very good. Now go and ask Bellatrix to come here. I've got a mission for her."
Narcissa hesitated. Wouldn't he at least explain her what it was that she had gotten for him?
"That's none of your business!" he hissed after he had read her mind. She immediately disapparated again.
He stayed in the room waiting, alone.
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore was sitting on his desk in his office, trying for about the 100th time to open the old iron box with three interlaced snakes in front of him. No single charm worked. He supposed that the snakes were the key, but that didn't help him a lot. He remembered how Harry had opened the Chamber of Secrets by ordering it in parseltongue, but he couldn't do that.
Anyway, that box belonged to Harry.
I wouldn't mind some more reviews this time and if you have any ideas please tell me. I haven't got too much of a plan where this story is going. I just got the idea and started to write. Should I pair Harry up with somebody?