Chapter 3
That night when James went to bed his dreams were not peaceful as they normally were. In fact he felt as though he was in the body of a five-year- old.
Seabastian opened his eyes. It took him a while for him to remember why he had woken up in the first place but he soon did when he heard it again. Voices were down stairs. He looked at his 'Battlestar Galactica' clock and began to read the hands.
'Little hand on the top, that's a twelve, and big hand on the 6, at the bottom.' He said to himself, 'that means it's.half past twelve." He marvelled at his own brilliance at being able to tell the time.
Seabastian doubted whether he'd ever been awake this late. He looked out of his window, it was pitch black out there and hardly any sound. Which was suspected as they lived in a big mansion in the middle of no where.
But then he heard those voices again. Curiosity took hold of him, and he clambered out of his bed, opened the door, and made his way slowly down the stairs. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. If his father were to catch him.he'd rather not think about that. But there were never voices this late at night and there was never a light on in the lounge.
There was a crack in the door where it wasn't shut properly and slowly Seabastian pushed it open. His father was standing at the top of the room, the fire blazing behind him. Sebastian was certain that there was three black robed men bowing down. He knew that his father was a harsh man, but never like this.
"Milord."
"Milord.how may we serve you?"
'Milord?' Seabastian said to himself, why on earth were they calling him a lord. He was no lord.
"Snape." his father said. "You have a son do you not?"
"Yes, Milord he is five years old. The same as yours."
"I want young Severus and Seabastian to become acquainted with one another. After all they will be spending quite a lot of time with one another. Now what is there on this muggle attack that happened last week? Did any of you get caught."
"No, Milord."
"Good, I can't afford to loose any one at this crucial part of my plan. We have to find a way to overthrow the ministry. Kill the minister." Seabastians father smiled, and looked up, his eyes stopped when he saw his son standing there in the doorway looking horrified.
"You!" he yelled. "Back to bed!"
Scared, Seabastian ran back up to his room and jumped underneath the covers. There, amazingly, Seabastian managed to get back to sleep. But it wasn't to last. Only what seemed moments later he awoke to hear a door slamming and what seemed to be a whip crack. Seabastian tried to get lower in his duvet, but to no avail, as he felt a great coldness touch him as it was pulled off him.
There, looming above him was his father holding a whip, anger flaming in his eyes. "Tell me." He spat, the words hardly coming out because of the anger. "What did you hear."
Seabastian shook his head, tears of fear streaming down his cheeks, "I don't know."
"What do you mean? 'I don't know.'"
Seabastian sniffed and gagged, fresh tears forming. "Something about killing someone.but.I won't tell any one father I promise." It came out as a desperate plea. He could hardly stop the tears flowing now that they came. His throat was tight and he was gasping for air. The whip that his father held tightened, as did Tom Riddle's jaw.
"You have to learn obedience Seabastian. I'll teach you that, here and now. Now get up!" When Seabastian didn't his father let go of one end of his whip and picked his son up by the wrist at such speed, that Seabastian felt a jagged pain in his shoulder blades. Tom Riddle ripped off his sons pyjama top and roughly turned his around, and pushed him so that his flushed wet face was in the duvet.
"Mother!" he screamed his voice muffled by the cloth and his breathing becoming difficult. "Mother!"
"Shut up boy, that woman isn't going to help you."
But then Seabastian heard footsteps and a door flying open. "Tom!" she yelled. "Stop it, stop it now!"
"Be quiet woman." He snarled. "Get out of this." When she didn't he pushed her head against the wall. All Seabastian heard was a thump that came from the wall.
Then he turned back to Seabastian. His arm raised and a pain that Seabastian had never known before struck.
That, of course, was when James Potter woke up.
--oo000oo-
"Milord." Snape greeted, bowing down.
"Yes Snape, what news have you for me?"
"I have received a message from my son." Riddle jumped up from his seat, wand still intertwining in his fingers.
"And."
"He says he as seen no one who matched your description. He also ranted on about some Potter boy. The same sounds familiar but I can't place it."
"Yes I know of the Potters." Riddle waved his hand to shut Snape up. "An old pureblood family. They pose little threat. Muggle-loving fools they are." Riddle sighed. "So no one who could be my son.I should have expected it. It is early. I merely hope Seabastian chooses the right side." Riddle stopped as something occurred to him. "Severus does know that he won't be called Seabastian, he'll be called some thing else. You did think about it, in your peanut sized brain didn't you Snape?"
"Er."
"Don't tell me you didn't. The name was all over the papers. Seabastian Riddle is dead! Wouldn't it be a bit strange if a dead person started roaming the streets!"
"The thought didn't really come to me sire."
"I'm sure that Severus is smart enough."
"Er.no."
Riddle sighed and lifted his head up to look at the ceiling. He raised his wand at Snape and; "Crucio."
--oo000oo-
James sat bolt up right in his bed, breathing deeply and sweat trickling down his temples. Wiping his forehead he pushed the blankets off of him and went towards the window and breathed in the night air. Checking his watch he realised that it was half twelve. He shook his head away from such thoughts, knowing now that he was safe.
The thing was, he wasn't.
He constantly tried to remind himself that it was just a rumour, even Remus had admitted it. Someone had made it up to make Riddle seem insane, believing that his son was still alive. Or to try and make out he was innocent.again James shook his head violently and poured himself some water. But even trying to convince himself failed.
Tom Riddle, James' father, was looking for him.
The thought made him swoom, and a fear he had never known in the past six years touched him. If Riddle found him.James didn't even want to think about it again. He rested the palms of his hands on the cold stone windowsill and took deep steadying breaths.
"James?" A voice sounded. Slowly James turned around. There was Remus in his pyjamas.
"Hi Remus."
"I heard you get up. Are you ok?"
Slowly James shook his head. "Nightmare. Stupid really."
Remus stood next to him, and watched an owl fly along with him. "No, it's a strange place. I wasn't too happy myself with it."
James gave a small smile. "Really?"
"Hmm, homesick. Scared about the future and life. What's going to happen." Remus swallowed and looked at James. "What about you?"
"Exactly the same." James looked at his watch. Only ten minutes had passed. "I'd be back to bed. Big day tomorrow. Good night."
And with that he crawled back into his bed, but he didn't hear Remus follow.
A/N: Sorry for the shortness of that chapter, only it seemed the best place to stop.
That night when James went to bed his dreams were not peaceful as they normally were. In fact he felt as though he was in the body of a five-year- old.
Seabastian opened his eyes. It took him a while for him to remember why he had woken up in the first place but he soon did when he heard it again. Voices were down stairs. He looked at his 'Battlestar Galactica' clock and began to read the hands.
'Little hand on the top, that's a twelve, and big hand on the 6, at the bottom.' He said to himself, 'that means it's.half past twelve." He marvelled at his own brilliance at being able to tell the time.
Seabastian doubted whether he'd ever been awake this late. He looked out of his window, it was pitch black out there and hardly any sound. Which was suspected as they lived in a big mansion in the middle of no where.
But then he heard those voices again. Curiosity took hold of him, and he clambered out of his bed, opened the door, and made his way slowly down the stairs. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. If his father were to catch him.he'd rather not think about that. But there were never voices this late at night and there was never a light on in the lounge.
There was a crack in the door where it wasn't shut properly and slowly Seabastian pushed it open. His father was standing at the top of the room, the fire blazing behind him. Sebastian was certain that there was three black robed men bowing down. He knew that his father was a harsh man, but never like this.
"Milord."
"Milord.how may we serve you?"
'Milord?' Seabastian said to himself, why on earth were they calling him a lord. He was no lord.
"Snape." his father said. "You have a son do you not?"
"Yes, Milord he is five years old. The same as yours."
"I want young Severus and Seabastian to become acquainted with one another. After all they will be spending quite a lot of time with one another. Now what is there on this muggle attack that happened last week? Did any of you get caught."
"No, Milord."
"Good, I can't afford to loose any one at this crucial part of my plan. We have to find a way to overthrow the ministry. Kill the minister." Seabastians father smiled, and looked up, his eyes stopped when he saw his son standing there in the doorway looking horrified.
"You!" he yelled. "Back to bed!"
Scared, Seabastian ran back up to his room and jumped underneath the covers. There, amazingly, Seabastian managed to get back to sleep. But it wasn't to last. Only what seemed moments later he awoke to hear a door slamming and what seemed to be a whip crack. Seabastian tried to get lower in his duvet, but to no avail, as he felt a great coldness touch him as it was pulled off him.
There, looming above him was his father holding a whip, anger flaming in his eyes. "Tell me." He spat, the words hardly coming out because of the anger. "What did you hear."
Seabastian shook his head, tears of fear streaming down his cheeks, "I don't know."
"What do you mean? 'I don't know.'"
Seabastian sniffed and gagged, fresh tears forming. "Something about killing someone.but.I won't tell any one father I promise." It came out as a desperate plea. He could hardly stop the tears flowing now that they came. His throat was tight and he was gasping for air. The whip that his father held tightened, as did Tom Riddle's jaw.
"You have to learn obedience Seabastian. I'll teach you that, here and now. Now get up!" When Seabastian didn't his father let go of one end of his whip and picked his son up by the wrist at such speed, that Seabastian felt a jagged pain in his shoulder blades. Tom Riddle ripped off his sons pyjama top and roughly turned his around, and pushed him so that his flushed wet face was in the duvet.
"Mother!" he screamed his voice muffled by the cloth and his breathing becoming difficult. "Mother!"
"Shut up boy, that woman isn't going to help you."
But then Seabastian heard footsteps and a door flying open. "Tom!" she yelled. "Stop it, stop it now!"
"Be quiet woman." He snarled. "Get out of this." When she didn't he pushed her head against the wall. All Seabastian heard was a thump that came from the wall.
Then he turned back to Seabastian. His arm raised and a pain that Seabastian had never known before struck.
That, of course, was when James Potter woke up.
--oo000oo-
"Milord." Snape greeted, bowing down.
"Yes Snape, what news have you for me?"
"I have received a message from my son." Riddle jumped up from his seat, wand still intertwining in his fingers.
"And."
"He says he as seen no one who matched your description. He also ranted on about some Potter boy. The same sounds familiar but I can't place it."
"Yes I know of the Potters." Riddle waved his hand to shut Snape up. "An old pureblood family. They pose little threat. Muggle-loving fools they are." Riddle sighed. "So no one who could be my son.I should have expected it. It is early. I merely hope Seabastian chooses the right side." Riddle stopped as something occurred to him. "Severus does know that he won't be called Seabastian, he'll be called some thing else. You did think about it, in your peanut sized brain didn't you Snape?"
"Er."
"Don't tell me you didn't. The name was all over the papers. Seabastian Riddle is dead! Wouldn't it be a bit strange if a dead person started roaming the streets!"
"The thought didn't really come to me sire."
"I'm sure that Severus is smart enough."
"Er.no."
Riddle sighed and lifted his head up to look at the ceiling. He raised his wand at Snape and; "Crucio."
--oo000oo-
James sat bolt up right in his bed, breathing deeply and sweat trickling down his temples. Wiping his forehead he pushed the blankets off of him and went towards the window and breathed in the night air. Checking his watch he realised that it was half twelve. He shook his head away from such thoughts, knowing now that he was safe.
The thing was, he wasn't.
He constantly tried to remind himself that it was just a rumour, even Remus had admitted it. Someone had made it up to make Riddle seem insane, believing that his son was still alive. Or to try and make out he was innocent.again James shook his head violently and poured himself some water. But even trying to convince himself failed.
Tom Riddle, James' father, was looking for him.
The thought made him swoom, and a fear he had never known in the past six years touched him. If Riddle found him.James didn't even want to think about it again. He rested the palms of his hands on the cold stone windowsill and took deep steadying breaths.
"James?" A voice sounded. Slowly James turned around. There was Remus in his pyjamas.
"Hi Remus."
"I heard you get up. Are you ok?"
Slowly James shook his head. "Nightmare. Stupid really."
Remus stood next to him, and watched an owl fly along with him. "No, it's a strange place. I wasn't too happy myself with it."
James gave a small smile. "Really?"
"Hmm, homesick. Scared about the future and life. What's going to happen." Remus swallowed and looked at James. "What about you?"
"Exactly the same." James looked at his watch. Only ten minutes had passed. "I'd be back to bed. Big day tomorrow. Good night."
And with that he crawled back into his bed, but he didn't hear Remus follow.
A/N: Sorry for the shortness of that chapter, only it seemed the best place to stop.