Never in a Million Years
***I do not own any of the characters, they are all J. K. Rowling's except for Visco and Lilly Daisy.***
['....'] -- Thoughts
"...." -- Talking
Chapter 4- Decisions for the better... or for the worse
"Visco get up!" Draco screamed at him. Visco rolled over and went back to sleep. "That bird of yours woke up the whole dormitory and maybe the whole house . . . you're still sleeping. Get up!"
"Ok, ok I'm up." Visco got out of bed and put on his robe. "Is Shadow back?"
"Yes, she came back this morning." Draco said, handing Visco the letter that was attached to the falcon's leg. Visco tore open the letter and recognized it was from his father. He read it quickly, and turned to Draco. "I have got to see professor Dumbledore."
"Why? Who was the letter from?" Draco question.
"My father." Visco answered his face paling.
"What does he want?" As Draco asked the question, Visco shook his head as if to say, "I can't tell you."
"Ok. Do you want to go down to breakfast, I'm starving."
"Yeah, lets go." Visco said as he folded the letter and put it in his pocket. They both headed down to the great hall for breakfast. As they entered, they turned towards the Slytherin table, found two empty seats and sat down. Draco poured himself and Visco a glass of pumpkin juice.
"Thank you," murmured Visco as he piled scrambled eggs onto his plate.
"Ah, the best thing about this place is the food . . . and Quidditch." He smiled down into his plate that was covered with bacon, eggs, and donuts.
"Yeah," Visco replied pushing the eggs on his plate in circles but still not eating any of them.
"So about this letter you got ..." Draco started to say.
"I don't want to talk about it, ok." Visco said cutting Draco off
Half way through the meal Draco turned to Visco. "Are you going to tell me what that letter said?" Draco said breaking the uneasy silence.
"Yeah, I might someday." Visco answered him looking down at his plate. "I'm going to talk with Dumbledore after breakfast." Visco said, making his decision.
"Are you feeling ok? This is not you. You are being way too quiet and you're not eating anything." Draco noticed his friend had not eaten any of his eggs. Visco was the kind of person who stands out because he is so loud, and loved to eat.
"I'm fine." Visco responded.
"No, your not." Draco said looking at Visco. "This is because of the letter, isn't it?"
"I'm fine, really." Visco said again, still not looking up from his plate.
Sensing he didn't want to talk anymore, Draco decided to change the subject. "Everything seems to be too normal this morning, it's a bit scary you know."
"Yeah," Visco looked up at the staff table. Everything was too normal. Most of the teachers were reading the Daily Prophet. The rest were either eating quietly or talking to their neighbor. Visco returned to staring at his plate.
Dumbledore stood up to talk. "Good morning. I want to see Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy in my office after breakfast, thank you." Dumbledore said and sat down again. ['I wonder what this is about. I have not done anything bad, have I?'] Draco asked himself.
Thinking along the same lines as Draco, Visco looked up and said. "I wonder what that was about?"
A first year came skipping up to Visco and Draco. "Like, hi. Do you, like, remember me from, like, last night?" She continued without getting an answer from both the boys. "Like, if you forgot what my name is, it is, like, Lilly Daisy. To, like, answer your question: Have you read the Daily Prophet?" She handed Draco the newspapers and skipped off without another word, her golden hair swaying from side to side.
"... Guaranteed to make you smile every time." They both laughed.
"I, like, wonder if she could, like, ever go through a whole sentence without, like, saying the word 'like'?" Visco said mocking Lilly Daisy.
"Well," Draco said looking down at the newspaper that Lilly Daisy gave to him. "Let us see what evil is happening in the world today, shall we?" Visco nodded also looking down at the newspaper.
The article read . . .
LUCIS MALFOY FOUND DEAD
Lucis was stabbed in the heart with some kind of sword or dagger on the night of August 31. The sword or dagger has not been found. Ministry officials are searching the area for the murder weapon.
While the body was being examined for the cause of death, a strange mark was found on Lucis's right arm. The dark mark is the sign of He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named, a skull with a snake coming out of the mouth. This can only mean one thing; Lucis Malfoy was one of You-Know-Who's supporters.
When this was told to the Minister, he did not believe this information true at first. "So you are telling me the Ministry of Magic's highest donor of money was a deatheater, impossible." After this he was shown the dark mark on Lucis Malfoy's arm.
Lucis Malfoy's body was brought to the Ministry of Magic on the night of September 1 by a group of Malfoy's "good friends". They said that they were looking for him for hours, and then finally came across the body. When the Ministry asked them what happened with the sword or dagger they told us, not seeming sad or at a loss, "It must have dropped while we were bringing the body here."
The person who committed this murder will be greatly honored for killing a suporter of You-Know-Who, but this person will also be punished because killing is a crime no matter who is killed.
If anyone knows any other details that have not been mentioned about the death of Lucis Malfoy, please contact us immediately. ***
Both Visco and Draco stared in shock. "Now we know why Dumbledore wants to see you. But why does he also want to see Potter?" Draco asked flipping through the rest of the newspaper to see if there was an answer to this question also.
"I don't know." Looking up Visco noticed that half the students had left. "We should head up now if we don't want to be late."
"Yeah lets go." Draco put the newspaper on the table and stood up.
After walking from corridor to corridor, they finally made it to the stone gargoyle in front of Dumbledore's office. Visco turned to Draco. "Have any idea what the password is?"
"No," Draco realized. Just then, Harry Potter walked up to the same place that the two Slytherins were standing. "Potter, any ideas what the password is?"
Harry Potter was in the same year as Draco and Visco but he was in Gryffindor. He had messy jet-black hair, and eyes emerald green. When Harry was one year old Lord Voldemort killed his parents. For some unknown reason Harry Potter had survived this attack with nothing more than a scar in the shape of a lightening bolt.
"Yes." Harry said turning to the entrance to Dumbledore's office and muttered the password, "Sugarquill." A spiral stone staircase appeared and the three boys climbed them.
"I wonder what this is all about?" Draco said as they reached the oak doors that were the entry way into Dumbledore's office.
"Only one way of finding out." Harry knocked on the door. They heard a faint, "come in" Harry, Draco, and Visco entered Dumbledore's office.
Every wall in Dumbledore's office was covered with pictures of all the old headmasters of Hogwarts. Where there was not a picture there were shelves holding books and other various items. Directly opposite of Dumbledore's desk was a shelf containing a frayed old wizard's hat. This hat was used in sorting new students into the four houses: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff.
"Welcome, please sit down." Dumbledore said and pointed to two chairs, and then he noticed there was one more person in the room he created another chair and placed it next to the two already existing chairs. "Mr. Williams what can I do for you?"
"My father sent me a letter, and..." Visco paused knowing Dumbledore would be furious with him, and who he really is. He took a deep breath and continued. "... And there is some important information I would like to share with you. Please don't be angry at me, professor."
Visco took the letter out of his pocket and handed Dumbledore the letter. As Dumbledore read the letter, more wrinkles seemed to appear on his old face.
"Mr.... Riddle," He stopped. Harry gasped, making the connection with Voldemort. He opened his mouth to talk, but Dumbledore put his hand up to silence him.
"No Harry, if you wish you may talk to him later. But I do ask you not to harm him." Harry nodded his understanding.
"Now, Mr. Riddle. Are you going to follow your father or go against his wishes?" Both Draco and Harry looked at Dumbledore, then to Visco and back to Dumbledore again. They both knew that this decision would affect both of them.
"I will go against my father." Visco said answering Dumbledore's question. "What he is going to is wrong. I will not have my friend going to be killed, and me help to kill him. I will do all I can to stop him from committing this murder, and others if I can."
"I believe you Mr. Riddle but I'm going to need you to take Veritaserum potion." Visco nodded his agreement. Dumbledore turned to Harry.
"Mr. Potter will you please find Professor Snape and kindly ask him to bring me a bottle of Veritaserum."
"Yes professor," answered Harry and left the room.
As soon as Draco heard the door click shut he turned to Dumbledore. "There is something I would like to add to this issue." Dumbledore nodded his head for him to continue. "Did you read the Daily Prophet this morning?" Draco questioned Dumbledore.
"I did." The old man answered the question looking very somber.
"Well uh... then you know my father was a deatheater, right?" Again Dumbledore nodded his head. "And he wanted me to become one also. I didn't want this, and..."
"...And you killed him." Dumbledore finished Draco's sentence. Draco was stunned, [' How does he know this?] "Mr. Riddle, I think there is something you need to tell Mr. Malfoy."
"Um... yeah, Draco the friend I was talking about is you. Professor can you please hand Draco the letter?" Dumbledore handed the letter from Voldemort to Draco.
Dear Visco,
Your information was in fact very useful. I will personally kill Draco for killing Lucis. ['Visco told, he promised not to tell'] He was my best deatheater. Why would he turn against me, I want to know this? ['Because I was being forced into something I did not want to do, become a deatheater. One on your deatheaters.']
I have planned an attack on Hogwarts to get Draco ['You will not be able to get me.'], and you are going to help with it. Your job is to get Draco near the front doors. ['If that traitor even touches me I will kill him.'] Then my deatheaters and I will do the rest. Be there at exactly 10 o'clock on the night of the 31st of October.
I have told you to many times, DO NOT use the last name Riddle. You are not to mention my muggle father's name in front of anyone, ok?
Your Father,
Voldemort
"You told Voldemort? I told you not to tell!" Draco shouted shaking with rage.
"I...I...thought it was only a dream." Visco stammered. He was shaking under Draco's glare.
"I told you not to tell! You... you promised!" Draco shouted at him.
"Mr. Malfoy, please sit down. Mr. Riddle---." A faint clicking sound could be heard, announcing that someone had come into the room. Professor Snape and Harry Potter came into view.
"What is this all about, Dumbledore? Potter refused to tell me anything that was going on. He only told me to bring to your office a bottle of Veritaserum." Snape asked looking very confused.
Severus Snape was the potions master at Hogwarts, although everyone knew that he wanted to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Snape had black greasy shoulder length hair, and piercing brown eyes that gave you the feeling that he was reading your mind.
"That is correct, Severus. Did you bring the Veritaserum potion?" Dumbledore asked. Professor Snape raised up a bottle. The liquid inside was a crystal color, and looked about the consistency of water. "Mr. Riddle please get me those two cups on the shelf behind my desk." Snapes confusion mounted as he heard the last name of the Dark Lord Voldemort. Visco got the cups and handed them to Dumbledore. Snape got up to leave. "Severus stay, I think you should get an explanation about what is going on." Snape drew himself a chair and sat down.
"Mr. Riddle you first," Dumbledore handed him a cup of the clear potion and he drank it. "Now I'm going to ask you a few questions, and then you may go." Visco nodded obediently.
"Who is your father?" Dumbledore questioned Visco.
"Voldemort," Snape gasped as Visco answered.
"Do you have a mother?" Asked Dumbledore
"No. My father killed her when I was really young." Visco answered.
"Do you know why he did that?" Questioned Dumbledore.
"She let it slip that she was a muggle, and Voldemort killed her on the spot." Visco responded.
"Do you support Lord Voldemort or are you against him?" Dumbledore questioned again.
"Against," again Snape gasped as Visco answered Dumbledore's question. ['The dark lords' son turning against him.']
"Do you have the Dark Mark?" asked Dumbledore.
"Yes," as he answered he pulled up the sleeve on his right arm. It was there, the dark mark, a skull with a snake coming out of the mouth.
Dumbledore sighed, and then spoke to Visco. "That is all, but before you go there are a few things I would like to add. One you will be called by your proper name not the name you have been using, Williams. Second I would like to see you two days before the attack. And last if you get any more letters from Voldemort, I wish to see them." Visco nodded and turned to leave. "Mr. Riddle still one more thing. I would like you to stay. I think you and Mr. Malfoy should make a very important decision."
"Now," said Dumbledore said turning to Draco, and handing him the cup. "I will also ask you a few questions." Draco nodded his understanding.
"Why did you kill your father?" Dumbledore questioned Draco. Snape made the connection with the newspaper article and the killing and decided to stay quiet.
"He was going to make me become a deatheater no matter what I said." Draco responded, "Also I randomly started liking someone and my father got furious at me because of who she is."
"What is her name?" Dumbledore questioned wanting to know all the details.
"Hermione Granger." Draco answered. Harry gasped, Draco Malfoy was in love with one of his best friends.
"One last question. Do you support Lord Voldemort or are you against him?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Against," Draco replied.
"Do you have any living relatives?" Asked Dumbledore.
"Yes, I have one. The murderer Sirius Black is my first cousin once removed, but I think he is dead." Draco said.
"Yes you are right he is dead." Dumbledore responded. He looked at Harry with his shining blue eyes as if to tell him something.
"That is all, thank you. Now Mr. Malfoy since you did not have any living relative alive you will need somewhere to live over the holidays." Draco nodded. "Mr. Potter that is where you come in, Mr. Malfoy will be living with you and the Dursleys over the summer. I have informed your and aunt and uncle about this." Both Draco and Harry looked at each other with a look of pure hatred on both of their faces.
"Professor why can't he live with someone else?" Harry asked. He did not want to spend two months in a house with only Draco and the Dursleys to talk to.
"Because Mr. Potter seeing that both of you have something in common that will work as an advantage on helping Mr. Malfoy with the loss he has to go through."
It was now Draco turn to question Dumbledore. "Professor what is it that I have in common with... with, him?"
"The both of you have lost your parents." They both understood. "Now Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Riddle you both have very important decision to make. Do you want to stay in Slytherin or do you want to be moved into a different house?" Both the boys sat there thinking about what to do. After a few minutes of no one talking, Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Seeing that the both of you have not made your decision I will give you one more issue to think about, Mr. Malfoy. Since you will be living with Mr. Potter it would be a wise choice for you to get to know each other."
"Yeah, we should get to know each other." Draco shot a nasty glare at Harry. "My decision is to change houses." Draco said finally.
"That is a wise decision Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Riddle what is your decision?" Dumbledore asked Visco.
"I will do the same as Draco." ['If I want to go against my father I can start with going into a house that is against him'] "I want to also change the house I'm in.
"Ok," said Dumbledore walking over to the shelf opposite to his desk and picking up a very old looking, frayed hat. "I will put the sorting hat on your head like in your first year and it will resort the both of you into the real houses you belong in. Mr. Malfoy you first." Draco nodded and Dumbledore put the sorting hat on his head.
['Ah, Mr. Malfoy. You were first sorted into the house of Slytherin, but I see now there is a change of heart and mind. Ok. Ok, it better be...'] "Gryffindor," the sorting hat shouted.
"Congratulations Mr. Malfoy, I hope this house suits you better." Dumbledore said. "Now Mr. Riddle." As Dumbledore said this he put the sorting hat on Viscos' head.
['Mr. Riddle you, like your father was sorted into Slytherin, but now something has changed I see. Your father wants to kill the one the person you care about the most in your life, your best friend. If you change house this would be a big change and your father will not be too happy, if this is what you want, it better be...'] "Gryffindor," the sorting hat shouted again.
"Congratulations Mr. Riddle. Both of you will be in the same dormitory as Mr. Potter so he will show you where that is. Your things have already been brought up. The three of you will be excused from the rest of your classes and homework for the day. Have a great afternoon." Dumbledore said.
With that the three boys climbed back down the stone stairs and headed to Gryffindor tower. Harry broke the uneasy silence. "Well, um... congratulations.
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I'm really sorry this is so late, I had to take CSAP's all week and it was not fun!! Please review and if you have any ideas about the story please tell me.
~Potter4prez and horselover
***I do not own any of the characters, they are all J. K. Rowling's except for Visco and Lilly Daisy.***
['....'] -- Thoughts
"...." -- Talking
Chapter 4- Decisions for the better... or for the worse
"Visco get up!" Draco screamed at him. Visco rolled over and went back to sleep. "That bird of yours woke up the whole dormitory and maybe the whole house . . . you're still sleeping. Get up!"
"Ok, ok I'm up." Visco got out of bed and put on his robe. "Is Shadow back?"
"Yes, she came back this morning." Draco said, handing Visco the letter that was attached to the falcon's leg. Visco tore open the letter and recognized it was from his father. He read it quickly, and turned to Draco. "I have got to see professor Dumbledore."
"Why? Who was the letter from?" Draco question.
"My father." Visco answered his face paling.
"What does he want?" As Draco asked the question, Visco shook his head as if to say, "I can't tell you."
"Ok. Do you want to go down to breakfast, I'm starving."
"Yeah, lets go." Visco said as he folded the letter and put it in his pocket. They both headed down to the great hall for breakfast. As they entered, they turned towards the Slytherin table, found two empty seats and sat down. Draco poured himself and Visco a glass of pumpkin juice.
"Thank you," murmured Visco as he piled scrambled eggs onto his plate.
"Ah, the best thing about this place is the food . . . and Quidditch." He smiled down into his plate that was covered with bacon, eggs, and donuts.
"Yeah," Visco replied pushing the eggs on his plate in circles but still not eating any of them.
"So about this letter you got ..." Draco started to say.
"I don't want to talk about it, ok." Visco said cutting Draco off
Half way through the meal Draco turned to Visco. "Are you going to tell me what that letter said?" Draco said breaking the uneasy silence.
"Yeah, I might someday." Visco answered him looking down at his plate. "I'm going to talk with Dumbledore after breakfast." Visco said, making his decision.
"Are you feeling ok? This is not you. You are being way too quiet and you're not eating anything." Draco noticed his friend had not eaten any of his eggs. Visco was the kind of person who stands out because he is so loud, and loved to eat.
"I'm fine." Visco responded.
"No, your not." Draco said looking at Visco. "This is because of the letter, isn't it?"
"I'm fine, really." Visco said again, still not looking up from his plate.
Sensing he didn't want to talk anymore, Draco decided to change the subject. "Everything seems to be too normal this morning, it's a bit scary you know."
"Yeah," Visco looked up at the staff table. Everything was too normal. Most of the teachers were reading the Daily Prophet. The rest were either eating quietly or talking to their neighbor. Visco returned to staring at his plate.
Dumbledore stood up to talk. "Good morning. I want to see Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy in my office after breakfast, thank you." Dumbledore said and sat down again. ['I wonder what this is about. I have not done anything bad, have I?'] Draco asked himself.
Thinking along the same lines as Draco, Visco looked up and said. "I wonder what that was about?"
A first year came skipping up to Visco and Draco. "Like, hi. Do you, like, remember me from, like, last night?" She continued without getting an answer from both the boys. "Like, if you forgot what my name is, it is, like, Lilly Daisy. To, like, answer your question: Have you read the Daily Prophet?" She handed Draco the newspapers and skipped off without another word, her golden hair swaying from side to side.
"... Guaranteed to make you smile every time." They both laughed.
"I, like, wonder if she could, like, ever go through a whole sentence without, like, saying the word 'like'?" Visco said mocking Lilly Daisy.
"Well," Draco said looking down at the newspaper that Lilly Daisy gave to him. "Let us see what evil is happening in the world today, shall we?" Visco nodded also looking down at the newspaper.
The article read . . .
LUCIS MALFOY FOUND DEAD
Lucis was stabbed in the heart with some kind of sword or dagger on the night of August 31. The sword or dagger has not been found. Ministry officials are searching the area for the murder weapon.
While the body was being examined for the cause of death, a strange mark was found on Lucis's right arm. The dark mark is the sign of He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named, a skull with a snake coming out of the mouth. This can only mean one thing; Lucis Malfoy was one of You-Know-Who's supporters.
When this was told to the Minister, he did not believe this information true at first. "So you are telling me the Ministry of Magic's highest donor of money was a deatheater, impossible." After this he was shown the dark mark on Lucis Malfoy's arm.
Lucis Malfoy's body was brought to the Ministry of Magic on the night of September 1 by a group of Malfoy's "good friends". They said that they were looking for him for hours, and then finally came across the body. When the Ministry asked them what happened with the sword or dagger they told us, not seeming sad or at a loss, "It must have dropped while we were bringing the body here."
The person who committed this murder will be greatly honored for killing a suporter of You-Know-Who, but this person will also be punished because killing is a crime no matter who is killed.
If anyone knows any other details that have not been mentioned about the death of Lucis Malfoy, please contact us immediately. ***
Both Visco and Draco stared in shock. "Now we know why Dumbledore wants to see you. But why does he also want to see Potter?" Draco asked flipping through the rest of the newspaper to see if there was an answer to this question also.
"I don't know." Looking up Visco noticed that half the students had left. "We should head up now if we don't want to be late."
"Yeah lets go." Draco put the newspaper on the table and stood up.
After walking from corridor to corridor, they finally made it to the stone gargoyle in front of Dumbledore's office. Visco turned to Draco. "Have any idea what the password is?"
"No," Draco realized. Just then, Harry Potter walked up to the same place that the two Slytherins were standing. "Potter, any ideas what the password is?"
Harry Potter was in the same year as Draco and Visco but he was in Gryffindor. He had messy jet-black hair, and eyes emerald green. When Harry was one year old Lord Voldemort killed his parents. For some unknown reason Harry Potter had survived this attack with nothing more than a scar in the shape of a lightening bolt.
"Yes." Harry said turning to the entrance to Dumbledore's office and muttered the password, "Sugarquill." A spiral stone staircase appeared and the three boys climbed them.
"I wonder what this is all about?" Draco said as they reached the oak doors that were the entry way into Dumbledore's office.
"Only one way of finding out." Harry knocked on the door. They heard a faint, "come in" Harry, Draco, and Visco entered Dumbledore's office.
Every wall in Dumbledore's office was covered with pictures of all the old headmasters of Hogwarts. Where there was not a picture there were shelves holding books and other various items. Directly opposite of Dumbledore's desk was a shelf containing a frayed old wizard's hat. This hat was used in sorting new students into the four houses: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff.
"Welcome, please sit down." Dumbledore said and pointed to two chairs, and then he noticed there was one more person in the room he created another chair and placed it next to the two already existing chairs. "Mr. Williams what can I do for you?"
"My father sent me a letter, and..." Visco paused knowing Dumbledore would be furious with him, and who he really is. He took a deep breath and continued. "... And there is some important information I would like to share with you. Please don't be angry at me, professor."
Visco took the letter out of his pocket and handed Dumbledore the letter. As Dumbledore read the letter, more wrinkles seemed to appear on his old face.
"Mr.... Riddle," He stopped. Harry gasped, making the connection with Voldemort. He opened his mouth to talk, but Dumbledore put his hand up to silence him.
"No Harry, if you wish you may talk to him later. But I do ask you not to harm him." Harry nodded his understanding.
"Now, Mr. Riddle. Are you going to follow your father or go against his wishes?" Both Draco and Harry looked at Dumbledore, then to Visco and back to Dumbledore again. They both knew that this decision would affect both of them.
"I will go against my father." Visco said answering Dumbledore's question. "What he is going to is wrong. I will not have my friend going to be killed, and me help to kill him. I will do all I can to stop him from committing this murder, and others if I can."
"I believe you Mr. Riddle but I'm going to need you to take Veritaserum potion." Visco nodded his agreement. Dumbledore turned to Harry.
"Mr. Potter will you please find Professor Snape and kindly ask him to bring me a bottle of Veritaserum."
"Yes professor," answered Harry and left the room.
As soon as Draco heard the door click shut he turned to Dumbledore. "There is something I would like to add to this issue." Dumbledore nodded his head for him to continue. "Did you read the Daily Prophet this morning?" Draco questioned Dumbledore.
"I did." The old man answered the question looking very somber.
"Well uh... then you know my father was a deatheater, right?" Again Dumbledore nodded his head. "And he wanted me to become one also. I didn't want this, and..."
"...And you killed him." Dumbledore finished Draco's sentence. Draco was stunned, [' How does he know this?] "Mr. Riddle, I think there is something you need to tell Mr. Malfoy."
"Um... yeah, Draco the friend I was talking about is you. Professor can you please hand Draco the letter?" Dumbledore handed the letter from Voldemort to Draco.
Dear Visco,
Your information was in fact very useful. I will personally kill Draco for killing Lucis. ['Visco told, he promised not to tell'] He was my best deatheater. Why would he turn against me, I want to know this? ['Because I was being forced into something I did not want to do, become a deatheater. One on your deatheaters.']
I have planned an attack on Hogwarts to get Draco ['You will not be able to get me.'], and you are going to help with it. Your job is to get Draco near the front doors. ['If that traitor even touches me I will kill him.'] Then my deatheaters and I will do the rest. Be there at exactly 10 o'clock on the night of the 31st of October.
I have told you to many times, DO NOT use the last name Riddle. You are not to mention my muggle father's name in front of anyone, ok?
Your Father,
Voldemort
"You told Voldemort? I told you not to tell!" Draco shouted shaking with rage.
"I...I...thought it was only a dream." Visco stammered. He was shaking under Draco's glare.
"I told you not to tell! You... you promised!" Draco shouted at him.
"Mr. Malfoy, please sit down. Mr. Riddle---." A faint clicking sound could be heard, announcing that someone had come into the room. Professor Snape and Harry Potter came into view.
"What is this all about, Dumbledore? Potter refused to tell me anything that was going on. He only told me to bring to your office a bottle of Veritaserum." Snape asked looking very confused.
Severus Snape was the potions master at Hogwarts, although everyone knew that he wanted to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Snape had black greasy shoulder length hair, and piercing brown eyes that gave you the feeling that he was reading your mind.
"That is correct, Severus. Did you bring the Veritaserum potion?" Dumbledore asked. Professor Snape raised up a bottle. The liquid inside was a crystal color, and looked about the consistency of water. "Mr. Riddle please get me those two cups on the shelf behind my desk." Snapes confusion mounted as he heard the last name of the Dark Lord Voldemort. Visco got the cups and handed them to Dumbledore. Snape got up to leave. "Severus stay, I think you should get an explanation about what is going on." Snape drew himself a chair and sat down.
"Mr. Riddle you first," Dumbledore handed him a cup of the clear potion and he drank it. "Now I'm going to ask you a few questions, and then you may go." Visco nodded obediently.
"Who is your father?" Dumbledore questioned Visco.
"Voldemort," Snape gasped as Visco answered.
"Do you have a mother?" Asked Dumbledore
"No. My father killed her when I was really young." Visco answered.
"Do you know why he did that?" Questioned Dumbledore.
"She let it slip that she was a muggle, and Voldemort killed her on the spot." Visco responded.
"Do you support Lord Voldemort or are you against him?" Dumbledore questioned again.
"Against," again Snape gasped as Visco answered Dumbledore's question. ['The dark lords' son turning against him.']
"Do you have the Dark Mark?" asked Dumbledore.
"Yes," as he answered he pulled up the sleeve on his right arm. It was there, the dark mark, a skull with a snake coming out of the mouth.
Dumbledore sighed, and then spoke to Visco. "That is all, but before you go there are a few things I would like to add. One you will be called by your proper name not the name you have been using, Williams. Second I would like to see you two days before the attack. And last if you get any more letters from Voldemort, I wish to see them." Visco nodded and turned to leave. "Mr. Riddle still one more thing. I would like you to stay. I think you and Mr. Malfoy should make a very important decision."
"Now," said Dumbledore said turning to Draco, and handing him the cup. "I will also ask you a few questions." Draco nodded his understanding.
"Why did you kill your father?" Dumbledore questioned Draco. Snape made the connection with the newspaper article and the killing and decided to stay quiet.
"He was going to make me become a deatheater no matter what I said." Draco responded, "Also I randomly started liking someone and my father got furious at me because of who she is."
"What is her name?" Dumbledore questioned wanting to know all the details.
"Hermione Granger." Draco answered. Harry gasped, Draco Malfoy was in love with one of his best friends.
"One last question. Do you support Lord Voldemort or are you against him?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Against," Draco replied.
"Do you have any living relatives?" Asked Dumbledore.
"Yes, I have one. The murderer Sirius Black is my first cousin once removed, but I think he is dead." Draco said.
"Yes you are right he is dead." Dumbledore responded. He looked at Harry with his shining blue eyes as if to tell him something.
"That is all, thank you. Now Mr. Malfoy since you did not have any living relative alive you will need somewhere to live over the holidays." Draco nodded. "Mr. Potter that is where you come in, Mr. Malfoy will be living with you and the Dursleys over the summer. I have informed your and aunt and uncle about this." Both Draco and Harry looked at each other with a look of pure hatred on both of their faces.
"Professor why can't he live with someone else?" Harry asked. He did not want to spend two months in a house with only Draco and the Dursleys to talk to.
"Because Mr. Potter seeing that both of you have something in common that will work as an advantage on helping Mr. Malfoy with the loss he has to go through."
It was now Draco turn to question Dumbledore. "Professor what is it that I have in common with... with, him?"
"The both of you have lost your parents." They both understood. "Now Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Riddle you both have very important decision to make. Do you want to stay in Slytherin or do you want to be moved into a different house?" Both the boys sat there thinking about what to do. After a few minutes of no one talking, Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Seeing that the both of you have not made your decision I will give you one more issue to think about, Mr. Malfoy. Since you will be living with Mr. Potter it would be a wise choice for you to get to know each other."
"Yeah, we should get to know each other." Draco shot a nasty glare at Harry. "My decision is to change houses." Draco said finally.
"That is a wise decision Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Riddle what is your decision?" Dumbledore asked Visco.
"I will do the same as Draco." ['If I want to go against my father I can start with going into a house that is against him'] "I want to also change the house I'm in.
"Ok," said Dumbledore walking over to the shelf opposite to his desk and picking up a very old looking, frayed hat. "I will put the sorting hat on your head like in your first year and it will resort the both of you into the real houses you belong in. Mr. Malfoy you first." Draco nodded and Dumbledore put the sorting hat on his head.
['Ah, Mr. Malfoy. You were first sorted into the house of Slytherin, but I see now there is a change of heart and mind. Ok. Ok, it better be...'] "Gryffindor," the sorting hat shouted.
"Congratulations Mr. Malfoy, I hope this house suits you better." Dumbledore said. "Now Mr. Riddle." As Dumbledore said this he put the sorting hat on Viscos' head.
['Mr. Riddle you, like your father was sorted into Slytherin, but now something has changed I see. Your father wants to kill the one the person you care about the most in your life, your best friend. If you change house this would be a big change and your father will not be too happy, if this is what you want, it better be...'] "Gryffindor," the sorting hat shouted again.
"Congratulations Mr. Riddle. Both of you will be in the same dormitory as Mr. Potter so he will show you where that is. Your things have already been brought up. The three of you will be excused from the rest of your classes and homework for the day. Have a great afternoon." Dumbledore said.
With that the three boys climbed back down the stone stairs and headed to Gryffindor tower. Harry broke the uneasy silence. "Well, um... congratulations.
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I'm really sorry this is so late, I had to take CSAP's all week and it was not fun!! Please review and if you have any ideas about the story please tell me.
~Potter4prez and horselover