Red Angel

Author: J.E.A.R.K.Potter (Erin)

Rating: R

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brilover: Yep you got it I have a master plan.

Chapter Sixteen: Telling

"James we need all the information you have on Tom," dad said suddenly.

"Well you guys have heard a lot of it," I replied hesitantly. I really didn't want my parents to know about what happen to me.

"We are going to the ministry and you're going to talk to an auror," great now I have to talk to a complete stranger.

"Come on this information that they need now," my father said.

They took me to the fireplace, my father reached for a powder. He threw it in the fire changing it green. We were going to floo. My dad went first. My mum held my hand and pulled me into the emerald flame.

Everything was whirling and spinning. I am starting to feel sick now. We stopped in a large room. The room has a fountain with many strange creatures, two were humans, one was a house elf, a goblin, I think but I have only been to Gringotts once, and the final being was a half horse half man like thing, a centaur I believe. Water seemed to flow from within them out to the surface. There was also a board with ever changing words and symbols, a desk, and a lift.

A voice rang though the lift talking about levels finally a word I am familiar with sounded. "Level two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters, and Wizengamot Administration Services."

Dad guided me down a hallway with windows lining it into a room full of cubicles.

"I need to see Alastor Moody. I have information on Voldemort," my father said to one of the aurors.

"You do? Thank goodness that man just seemed to pop out of the ground!" The person replied excited.

"Moody to the Auror Headquarters," the man said to a piece of paper.

The paper seemed to have grown wings and started to fly like a butterfly out the door.

A few minutes passed and then a man with whiting hair came in.

"What is it?" He growled. I am brave but this man is a bit scary but only a little of course.

"My son has some information on Voldemort that might help you," my dad said.

"Really boy, what do you know about him?" Moody asked.

"What his real name is and something he tested on me," I said my voice is wavering and I don't like it one bit.

"All right come with me," Moody said.

I followed him to a room with no windows. It had a black table and the rest of the room was bland and gray. I think we are underground but I can't be sure about that.

"So… what is your name?" Moody asked with question apparent in his eyes.

"My name is James," I replied.

"Well… James what do you know about Voldemort?"

"Well his real name is Tom Riddle and he has a niece that is magical too, her name is Lily Evans. I don't know why they have different surnames, but Lily was getting training from him." I said no rambled. Tom… Voldemort and Lily… Evans always make me ramble.

"Really? Well thank you m'boy do you know anything else?" He asked as he slapped me on the back. It hurt slightly but I could feel the corners of my mouth slip into a sadistic smile.

Should I tell him about the dark mark? I never told anyone other than Lily… Evans.

My mouth opened before I gave consent to it. "Yes," the words came out like a snake's hiss, like Li…Evans teaching me parseltongue.

Evans tried to teach me but I only recall a few words right now. I know yes, (hissareath,) no (hissareth,) and thank you (hissa nasha). I will purge my mind of it because Lily… Evans taught it to me and that language is all together evil.

Moody shattered my thoughts as he spoke, "What else?"

I said nothing. My right hand moved from my side. It pulled up the sleeve of my left arm. There was gleaming with red cuts and glowing green as it had in the beginning was my mark.

Moody's face dropped, his eyes bulged, and he stared at me. "By Merlin," was all that he could say.

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