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Chapter 5
As soon as he saw him James' head went down and he pretended he was fascinated by his food. //Why was he here?// James found he didn't care as long as Riddle didn't stay.
"What the hell?" Sirius who was next to him asked. "Who's that?"
"Tom Riddle." James answer, he lifted his head up slightly. Riddle hadn't changed at all. Perhaps he's got a little older, but it had only been five years. James suddenly feared whether he still looked the same. James saw that Riddle was doing some sort of identity parade down the Slytherin table. 'Thank god for small mercies.'
"Out" That was Dumbledore speaking standing up.
"Dearie me Albus, quite jumpy are we? I was just looking for my son. Then I'll be gone when I find him."
"Your son is dead Riddle. Live with it."
"Maybe I decide not to though." Riddle was saying. "Maybe, I'll keep insisting his alive."
Riddle's eyes fell on James, and James could feel a sickness in his stomach. "You?" Riddle said. James was definitely going to be sick now. "Who are you?"
Swallowing, so he wasn't sick he looked at his father. "James Potter."
"Ah. Potter are you? Heard of you I have." Riddle leaned closer, but he was still at a distance. "You look nothing like your parents I'm confident to say."
"I get that a lot."
Riddle nodded. "Really?" he bit his lower lip and tilted his head as though inspecting James, and then he shrugged. "You just look that bit familiar that's all."
"I think I saw you in the potions supplier." If he said one more thing, he'd be sick.
He looked at James in more detail. "That's probably it, yes." He looked at Dumbledore you was still looking stern and said. "Well, tell me if you see my son, and I'll take that as my ticket to leave." Before he left the Great Hall he said one more thing. "Nice to meet you, Mr 'Potter'"
When the threat had gone James had to run to the bathroom, and when he had emerged from the cubicle he saw Remus and Sirius.
"Are you ok?" Sirius asked. James sat down on the horrible floor; his face flushed and shook his head.
"Could you get me some water?" he asked. Remus nodded, and took a disposable plastic cup and turned on the tap. He handed it to James.
"Dumbledore was worried when you ran out like that. Though I don't think he could blame you. Riddle had some sort of aura about him. He said you looked familiar. Did he see //you// in the potions supplier?" James shook his head. "Then why did you look familiar to him?" James had no answer that he was willing to share about that.
"He thought you were his son, Seabastian didn't he?" James shrugged. "You did look a tiny bit like him James, the dark hair and the pale skin. The man's a madman. Pay no attention to him." that was Sirius talking.
But James closed his eyes at Sirius' statement. How his father had said his name in mockery that only James seemed to detect. The way he looked at him.then again, maybe James was imagining it all. But.
Why was Riddle here in the first place?
--oo000oo--
"Did you get it?" Riddle asked. He was safe in Hogsmeade now and Snape was emerging from the school. Their plan of action was that Snape went and got the book that Riddle needed and Riddle create a diversion so that the library would be clear. Though it being Halloween it was very unlikely that there would be any one attending the library in the first place. But Riddle wanted to make sure. Besides there were other things that he wanted to deal with.
That Potter boy, did look familiar.he seemed very confident about himself, stood up to him with no shown fear. Seabastian.he would have run off, his son was weak and Riddle knew it, it was something that could not be cured, not without something there to cure them.
His stupid wife Antonia had put an end to that. Snatching the boy away in the middle of the night, taking him away, so Riddle had no idea where.the woman was not dead, yet, but she now lived a life bound by him. Snape thought this unfair, even though his loyal Death Eater said nothing about it, Riddle could see it in his eyes. Riddle knew that Snape still had love for the woman.
"So?" Riddle asked again.
"Well, Milord must realise that the restricted section at Hogwarts is well.restricted by spells only the librarian can break and therefore getting the book that you wanted proved.difficult. Much more difficult than originally anticipated."
"I'll take that as a no." Riddle was about to raise his wand.
"Ah, Milord, though I do not have the book right now, I was however able to forge a signed note from a teacher which will now able Severus, my son Milord, to now obtain the book."
Riddle relaxed. "This will have to do. Who have served me well as you always do." Snape bowed at the neck. "I hope that Master Snape will be just as loyal to me as you have done, I hope that he does not go down the same line as his mother did, or.his brother-half brother if you want to become technical."
Snape swallowed. "Milord." He said in acceptance.
--oo000oo--
James was taking deep steadying breaths leaning on the tiled wall. "Merlin that was scary." Peter squeaked when he came into the room, "Are you okay James?"
"Does he look okay?" Sirius asked irritable. Peter almost fell backwards in fear. How on earth Peter was going to get through life if he couldn't life with an irritable voice, James didn't know, but he had other things on his mind right now.
Sirius sat beside him and put his arm around his friend. "What's wrong James, I mean, you only talked to an insane guy who wants to take over the world, and killed his son, yet still firmly believes that his son's alive." He said sarcastically, he then looked at Peter. "Oh yeah, that must be what's bothering him. Plus, now I think Riddle thinks that sonny Jim here is his son, and will track to the end of the earth to prove it, even though it's a pile of bullshit."
James looked into his friends' eyes wanting so much to tell Sirius what Riddle was thinking was true. That he was Riddles son. He wanted so much to confide in his friends but found that he didn't have the guts to do that.
Soon James found himself in tears and burying his face in his friends' robes
"Mr Potter, can I have a word?" James reluctantly looked up. It was Dumbledore. Slowly James nodded. "I want you to tell me, why was Riddle so interested in you?"
James looked at the floor, and shrugged, he couldn't tell Dumbledore the truth, he just couldn't. "Maybe that I look nothing like my parents."
"I don't believe that's the case, Mr Potter."
"Then what do you think is sir?"
Dumbledore solemnly shook his head. "I don't know, Riddle is a madman and you should pay no mind to his taunts, he killed his son, and it is quite clear that he's in denial about it."
This made James suddenly think of something, after all he'd only been five, and wasn't really that keen on following the attempts to capture his murderer, plus, he didn't understand what had happened. The only thing he was interested in was going home, to his mother.
"Sir, may I ask, how do you know Riddle killed Seabastian. It's been five, almost six years now and no body has been found, no reason why he should be thought dead."
"Well, there has been no hide nor hair of him for that time. The last person to see him was his father."
"Children run away sir."
"Yes at that age, they normally go home within the hour."
"If what the press were saying was true, he was being beaten, would any child want to go back to that? I know I wouldn't."
Dumbledore rubbed at his temples, "Can I ask what you are saying Mr Potter?"
"He might not have returned home, he might be alive out there living as a wild child in the woods."
"Search parties would have found him, if he were alive."
"They should have found him if he were dead, corpses don't tend to move."
"Dead man walking." Sirius said beside him, every one looked at him and Sirius merely sighed. "C'mon James, lets get you to bed." With that he lifted James up and walked him out of the bathroom.
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A/N: Sorry about the wait, been busy. Thanx for ur reviews :) and sorry that it's a bit short and boring, but, needs to be done! Thanx also fo clicking on it.
Chapter 5
As soon as he saw him James' head went down and he pretended he was fascinated by his food. //Why was he here?// James found he didn't care as long as Riddle didn't stay.
"What the hell?" Sirius who was next to him asked. "Who's that?"
"Tom Riddle." James answer, he lifted his head up slightly. Riddle hadn't changed at all. Perhaps he's got a little older, but it had only been five years. James suddenly feared whether he still looked the same. James saw that Riddle was doing some sort of identity parade down the Slytherin table. 'Thank god for small mercies.'
"Out" That was Dumbledore speaking standing up.
"Dearie me Albus, quite jumpy are we? I was just looking for my son. Then I'll be gone when I find him."
"Your son is dead Riddle. Live with it."
"Maybe I decide not to though." Riddle was saying. "Maybe, I'll keep insisting his alive."
Riddle's eyes fell on James, and James could feel a sickness in his stomach. "You?" Riddle said. James was definitely going to be sick now. "Who are you?"
Swallowing, so he wasn't sick he looked at his father. "James Potter."
"Ah. Potter are you? Heard of you I have." Riddle leaned closer, but he was still at a distance. "You look nothing like your parents I'm confident to say."
"I get that a lot."
Riddle nodded. "Really?" he bit his lower lip and tilted his head as though inspecting James, and then he shrugged. "You just look that bit familiar that's all."
"I think I saw you in the potions supplier." If he said one more thing, he'd be sick.
He looked at James in more detail. "That's probably it, yes." He looked at Dumbledore you was still looking stern and said. "Well, tell me if you see my son, and I'll take that as my ticket to leave." Before he left the Great Hall he said one more thing. "Nice to meet you, Mr 'Potter'"
When the threat had gone James had to run to the bathroom, and when he had emerged from the cubicle he saw Remus and Sirius.
"Are you ok?" Sirius asked. James sat down on the horrible floor; his face flushed and shook his head.
"Could you get me some water?" he asked. Remus nodded, and took a disposable plastic cup and turned on the tap. He handed it to James.
"Dumbledore was worried when you ran out like that. Though I don't think he could blame you. Riddle had some sort of aura about him. He said you looked familiar. Did he see //you// in the potions supplier?" James shook his head. "Then why did you look familiar to him?" James had no answer that he was willing to share about that.
"He thought you were his son, Seabastian didn't he?" James shrugged. "You did look a tiny bit like him James, the dark hair and the pale skin. The man's a madman. Pay no attention to him." that was Sirius talking.
But James closed his eyes at Sirius' statement. How his father had said his name in mockery that only James seemed to detect. The way he looked at him.then again, maybe James was imagining it all. But.
Why was Riddle here in the first place?
--oo000oo--
"Did you get it?" Riddle asked. He was safe in Hogsmeade now and Snape was emerging from the school. Their plan of action was that Snape went and got the book that Riddle needed and Riddle create a diversion so that the library would be clear. Though it being Halloween it was very unlikely that there would be any one attending the library in the first place. But Riddle wanted to make sure. Besides there were other things that he wanted to deal with.
That Potter boy, did look familiar.he seemed very confident about himself, stood up to him with no shown fear. Seabastian.he would have run off, his son was weak and Riddle knew it, it was something that could not be cured, not without something there to cure them.
His stupid wife Antonia had put an end to that. Snatching the boy away in the middle of the night, taking him away, so Riddle had no idea where.the woman was not dead, yet, but she now lived a life bound by him. Snape thought this unfair, even though his loyal Death Eater said nothing about it, Riddle could see it in his eyes. Riddle knew that Snape still had love for the woman.
"So?" Riddle asked again.
"Well, Milord must realise that the restricted section at Hogwarts is well.restricted by spells only the librarian can break and therefore getting the book that you wanted proved.difficult. Much more difficult than originally anticipated."
"I'll take that as a no." Riddle was about to raise his wand.
"Ah, Milord, though I do not have the book right now, I was however able to forge a signed note from a teacher which will now able Severus, my son Milord, to now obtain the book."
Riddle relaxed. "This will have to do. Who have served me well as you always do." Snape bowed at the neck. "I hope that Master Snape will be just as loyal to me as you have done, I hope that he does not go down the same line as his mother did, or.his brother-half brother if you want to become technical."
Snape swallowed. "Milord." He said in acceptance.
--oo000oo--
James was taking deep steadying breaths leaning on the tiled wall. "Merlin that was scary." Peter squeaked when he came into the room, "Are you okay James?"
"Does he look okay?" Sirius asked irritable. Peter almost fell backwards in fear. How on earth Peter was going to get through life if he couldn't life with an irritable voice, James didn't know, but he had other things on his mind right now.
Sirius sat beside him and put his arm around his friend. "What's wrong James, I mean, you only talked to an insane guy who wants to take over the world, and killed his son, yet still firmly believes that his son's alive." He said sarcastically, he then looked at Peter. "Oh yeah, that must be what's bothering him. Plus, now I think Riddle thinks that sonny Jim here is his son, and will track to the end of the earth to prove it, even though it's a pile of bullshit."
James looked into his friends' eyes wanting so much to tell Sirius what Riddle was thinking was true. That he was Riddles son. He wanted so much to confide in his friends but found that he didn't have the guts to do that.
Soon James found himself in tears and burying his face in his friends' robes
"Mr Potter, can I have a word?" James reluctantly looked up. It was Dumbledore. Slowly James nodded. "I want you to tell me, why was Riddle so interested in you?"
James looked at the floor, and shrugged, he couldn't tell Dumbledore the truth, he just couldn't. "Maybe that I look nothing like my parents."
"I don't believe that's the case, Mr Potter."
"Then what do you think is sir?"
Dumbledore solemnly shook his head. "I don't know, Riddle is a madman and you should pay no mind to his taunts, he killed his son, and it is quite clear that he's in denial about it."
This made James suddenly think of something, after all he'd only been five, and wasn't really that keen on following the attempts to capture his murderer, plus, he didn't understand what had happened. The only thing he was interested in was going home, to his mother.
"Sir, may I ask, how do you know Riddle killed Seabastian. It's been five, almost six years now and no body has been found, no reason why he should be thought dead."
"Well, there has been no hide nor hair of him for that time. The last person to see him was his father."
"Children run away sir."
"Yes at that age, they normally go home within the hour."
"If what the press were saying was true, he was being beaten, would any child want to go back to that? I know I wouldn't."
Dumbledore rubbed at his temples, "Can I ask what you are saying Mr Potter?"
"He might not have returned home, he might be alive out there living as a wild child in the woods."
"Search parties would have found him, if he were alive."
"They should have found him if he were dead, corpses don't tend to move."
"Dead man walking." Sirius said beside him, every one looked at him and Sirius merely sighed. "C'mon James, lets get you to bed." With that he lifted James up and walked him out of the bathroom.
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