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Chapter 3 – Nicholas Flamel's Grandson is Harry's Second Cousin so Many Times Removed Who Lost His Memory but Regained it and was Voldemort's Charms Teacher a Long Time Ago and is Back at Hogwarts to Fill in for Professor Flitwick (Who's on Order of the Phoenix Business) and Tells the Story of How Voldy Turned Evil to a Bunch of Students in the Ravenclaw Common Room
"Well, students, when I was a young student in this very same house, our Head, Professor Figg, always told us stories on Friday evening. True stories, too. About Hogwarts, and Hogsmeade, usually."
"Were they scary horror stories?" a second year, Mallory O'Shea, asked eagerly as she fiddled with her quill in front of the fireplace.
"Sometimes," Professor Flamel chuckled as he answered, "But mostly just interesting tidbits about this castle."
"Did he tell you about secret passageways and rooms?" Terry Boot asked eagerly.
"She. Professor Elaine Figg. And very rarely did she give away secrets like that. She thought we would have much more fun discovering them for themselves. And we did. In fact, I do believe Ravenclaw holds the record for most house points docked for being in… undesirable places."
The students gathered around the huge, overstuffed coach grinned. These days Gryffindor had taken up prank pulling, but the legacy of Ravenclaw troublemakers was still remembered.
"Anyway," Professor Flamel continued, "I'm sure all of you have taken or heard of the traditional Charms exam for first-years?" The Ravenclaws all nodded. "Well, it was first given by Helga Hufflepuff herself. Only then, it was an apple. But it's become a pineapple you have to make tap-dance."
"That's hard! I nearly failed that one, I did," Mallory had piped up again.
"Yes," Professor Flamel said gravely. "And this is one true story of one student that did fail it. He was a brilliant one, especially at Transfiguration and Potions, but always has a tad bit of difficulty with Charms. He worked very, very hard, studying for his exams. But alas, he just couldn't manage that one spell. He had a lot of pride, and he was known as the brightest student in his year. So he took this very badly. He decided that the founder who set this exam wasn't a terribly good witch. He was a Slytherin, and Hufflepuff, along with Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, had opposed Slytherin upon his departure when Hogwarts was founded.
"So this student set out to do all sorts of mischief against the other 3 houses. It started out innocently enough, I suppose, as mere pranks and jokes, but when the other students, most prominently the Gryffindors, retaliated, it soon turned nasty. Curses flew every which way, and it soon turned into a matter of revenge, then, eventually, hate. Especially against muggle-borns, whom Helga Hufflepuff much favored. This student then grew up to become one of the most feared Dark wizards of his time."
The Ravenclaws had all been silent throughout this narrative. Then the questions started.
"Is this true?" one student demanded.
"Who was he?" another asked eagerly.
"Hold, on, hold on! One question at a time!" Professor Flamel threw up his hands. "First of all, this student was…" He paused for dramatic effect, "…Tom Riddle." The students were nonplussed.
"Who's he?" Mallory asked.
"Do you think Lord Voldemort is really the Dark Lord's name?" The students all gasped at hearing the Professor say You-Know-Who's name so casually.
"So you're saying You-Know-Who turned evil because of a dancing pineapple?" Penelope Clearwater asked incredulously.
"A pineapple that wouldn't dance," Professor Flamel said knowingly. Then he clapped his hands. "Now, off to bed with the lot of you! You have classes tomorrow, you know!" The students dispersed and went off to their separate dormitories, most muttering and debating over the likelihood of his tale.
