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Chapter 6
"Take the potion off the boil and allow it to dry." Riddle stopped and rubbed at his temples. "How are you supposed to let a potion //dry//" he asked Snape.
"No, I think it means until it is a big lump."
"You think?"
"I'm sure that's what it means. Milord, you're translating the Latin wrongly."
"Are you questioning my Latin skills?"
"No.no Milord."
"Good. Wait 'until, it is a big lump' then add the grated unicorn horn, and add half a cup of water." He shook his head again. "Couldn't they be more precise?"
"Milord, this book was written a thousand years ago, I'm surprised that they had cups."
Snape and Riddle waited until, 'it was a big lump' and then added the rest of the ingredients. Sparks flew and they both had to duck to avoid getting hit. Then Riddle ladled some into a goblet and held it up.
"What do you have to do Milord?"
"I drink it." He gave it a sniff, "It smells awful, then I reach out and try and find him."
"How does that work sire?"
"As I am related to him, it won't be too hard. I just have to concentrate on Seabastian."
Snape nodded and Riddle drank the potion.
He felt dizzy and though he was floating, seeing stars fly past him. Concentrating hard, he 'flew' faster, but then came to an abrupt halt, then went back wards.
After landing on his behind he swore loudly.
"Milord? Did it work?"
"Yes and no."
"Excuse me?"
"The potion itself worked, so you Snape have done no wrong. However, the boy is guarded so that he cannot be found by any magical means."
"How, Milord?"
"My dear wife, Snape, did it, and she shall be punished, severely."
--oo000oo--
Christmas was fast approaching. It was now the twentieth of December the last day of school. James was staying along with Sirius and Remus over the holidays. Peter had to go home, his mother missed him too much. James' mother would have wanted to go but he'd made up some excuse that he had a lot of homework and wanted to use the library.
He was in his last class of Defence and Finnegan was singing Christmas carols on her guitar. That was when Professor McGonagal called out James.
There, standing in her office were two unspeakables who worked for the Ministry. "I hope Mr Potter isn't in any trouble sirs."
"No, Ma'am, he is not. Could we speak with him in private?"
"Of course." Then she left the room.
"Johnson, silencing charms."
The second man did so and the first gestured James to sit. "What is it?"
"We have some bad news. Your mother, your birth mother. She's been found dead."
James just sat there not knowing what to think. He hardly knew her, but what she did was the most that any one had ever done for him. She got him out of the hellhole that was his life. Started him with a new foot. The woman who had done this and given him life was dead.
"How?" James asked.
"We're not yet too sure. But we will inform you of any changes. Is there anything that you want to speak to us about as we are here?"
"The rumours that are flying about."
Johnson and his friend shifted in their seats. "They are only rumours. But we hear that he came to Hogwarts and questioned you." James nodded. "The wards around the school have been improved, as have the ones surrounding you. Your father cannot contact you in any way magically, and every thing in the ministry is done magically." He leaned forward. "You have nothing to worry about, we will make sure that you cannot be found."
James nodded.
"Now, Mr Potter, I suggest that you go and lay down, have a good nights sleep. We are awfully sorry for you loss and how you must have to bear this alone."
James could only nod to that as well.
He didn't go back to Defence, instead he went straight to his common room and just sat down by the fire, resting his head on a table there, feeling hot tears roll down his cheeks. Alone, that was how he had to deal this; there was no one there to help him, to say that every thing was going to all right, they could get through this together. He was going to be all on his own and no one was ever going to know why he was crying on his own.
"No, more school, no more school." Remus had arrived, and he had his tie off and was waving it around like a banner. "James, there you are. What's wrong, did you get another detention?"
James shook his head and turned away. "I don't want to talk about it." Then he got up and went.
James soon found that his school life passed very quickly, they had begun to annoy Snape more than they ever had, but Lily soon told them to stop, as something was getting to the pile of slime, that he hadn't told any one about. He and James had met in the library once, and James saw that Snape was returning a book to the restricted section.
//Spells, and potions to summon the one you need to find//
Why on earth Snape would want to summon some body, they had not covered that in any of their classes yet. Snape had noticed that James was looking at him in a strange way.
"What do you want Potter?"
"Nothing," James had replied. "I was just wondering why you would need that book."
"I didn't need it, it was my father, I had to look something up for him." James had slowly nodded, and it wasn't until quite a while later did James remember that supposedly Snapes father worked for Riddle.
That had ended up with James in even more nightmares and worries. His mother was dead and his father was still determined to find him, even though James had no idea why. Tom Riddle hated him, James knew that, there was no doubt about it. Even though Riddle had tried to persuade to Seabastian that he didn't, he merely thought that Seabastian had to be cured of the weakness that he carried.
And James felt weak, he felt weak that he was running away from his father instead of facing him, that Halloween, telling him, I'm Seabastian I'm your son. Bravely instead of sitting there feeling sick and lying, for his own safety. The problem was. Half of James wanted to be found, but the other half dreaded it.
If he was found then the lie would be over, perhaps he could go by his real name. He was old enough now to be able to say I don't want to go back with him, he was old enough now to stand up to his father he had the protection of the school, Hogwarts would look after him surely.
He could at least tell his friends, couldn't he?
Chapter 6
"Take the potion off the boil and allow it to dry." Riddle stopped and rubbed at his temples. "How are you supposed to let a potion //dry//" he asked Snape.
"No, I think it means until it is a big lump."
"You think?"
"I'm sure that's what it means. Milord, you're translating the Latin wrongly."
"Are you questioning my Latin skills?"
"No.no Milord."
"Good. Wait 'until, it is a big lump' then add the grated unicorn horn, and add half a cup of water." He shook his head again. "Couldn't they be more precise?"
"Milord, this book was written a thousand years ago, I'm surprised that they had cups."
Snape and Riddle waited until, 'it was a big lump' and then added the rest of the ingredients. Sparks flew and they both had to duck to avoid getting hit. Then Riddle ladled some into a goblet and held it up.
"What do you have to do Milord?"
"I drink it." He gave it a sniff, "It smells awful, then I reach out and try and find him."
"How does that work sire?"
"As I am related to him, it won't be too hard. I just have to concentrate on Seabastian."
Snape nodded and Riddle drank the potion.
He felt dizzy and though he was floating, seeing stars fly past him. Concentrating hard, he 'flew' faster, but then came to an abrupt halt, then went back wards.
After landing on his behind he swore loudly.
"Milord? Did it work?"
"Yes and no."
"Excuse me?"
"The potion itself worked, so you Snape have done no wrong. However, the boy is guarded so that he cannot be found by any magical means."
"How, Milord?"
"My dear wife, Snape, did it, and she shall be punished, severely."
--oo000oo--
Christmas was fast approaching. It was now the twentieth of December the last day of school. James was staying along with Sirius and Remus over the holidays. Peter had to go home, his mother missed him too much. James' mother would have wanted to go but he'd made up some excuse that he had a lot of homework and wanted to use the library.
He was in his last class of Defence and Finnegan was singing Christmas carols on her guitar. That was when Professor McGonagal called out James.
There, standing in her office were two unspeakables who worked for the Ministry. "I hope Mr Potter isn't in any trouble sirs."
"No, Ma'am, he is not. Could we speak with him in private?"
"Of course." Then she left the room.
"Johnson, silencing charms."
The second man did so and the first gestured James to sit. "What is it?"
"We have some bad news. Your mother, your birth mother. She's been found dead."
James just sat there not knowing what to think. He hardly knew her, but what she did was the most that any one had ever done for him. She got him out of the hellhole that was his life. Started him with a new foot. The woman who had done this and given him life was dead.
"How?" James asked.
"We're not yet too sure. But we will inform you of any changes. Is there anything that you want to speak to us about as we are here?"
"The rumours that are flying about."
Johnson and his friend shifted in their seats. "They are only rumours. But we hear that he came to Hogwarts and questioned you." James nodded. "The wards around the school have been improved, as have the ones surrounding you. Your father cannot contact you in any way magically, and every thing in the ministry is done magically." He leaned forward. "You have nothing to worry about, we will make sure that you cannot be found."
James nodded.
"Now, Mr Potter, I suggest that you go and lay down, have a good nights sleep. We are awfully sorry for you loss and how you must have to bear this alone."
James could only nod to that as well.
He didn't go back to Defence, instead he went straight to his common room and just sat down by the fire, resting his head on a table there, feeling hot tears roll down his cheeks. Alone, that was how he had to deal this; there was no one there to help him, to say that every thing was going to all right, they could get through this together. He was going to be all on his own and no one was ever going to know why he was crying on his own.
"No, more school, no more school." Remus had arrived, and he had his tie off and was waving it around like a banner. "James, there you are. What's wrong, did you get another detention?"
James shook his head and turned away. "I don't want to talk about it." Then he got up and went.
James soon found that his school life passed very quickly, they had begun to annoy Snape more than they ever had, but Lily soon told them to stop, as something was getting to the pile of slime, that he hadn't told any one about. He and James had met in the library once, and James saw that Snape was returning a book to the restricted section.
//Spells, and potions to summon the one you need to find//
Why on earth Snape would want to summon some body, they had not covered that in any of their classes yet. Snape had noticed that James was looking at him in a strange way.
"What do you want Potter?"
"Nothing," James had replied. "I was just wondering why you would need that book."
"I didn't need it, it was my father, I had to look something up for him." James had slowly nodded, and it wasn't until quite a while later did James remember that supposedly Snapes father worked for Riddle.
That had ended up with James in even more nightmares and worries. His mother was dead and his father was still determined to find him, even though James had no idea why. Tom Riddle hated him, James knew that, there was no doubt about it. Even though Riddle had tried to persuade to Seabastian that he didn't, he merely thought that Seabastian had to be cured of the weakness that he carried.
And James felt weak, he felt weak that he was running away from his father instead of facing him, that Halloween, telling him, I'm Seabastian I'm your son. Bravely instead of sitting there feeling sick and lying, for his own safety. The problem was. Half of James wanted to be found, but the other half dreaded it.
If he was found then the lie would be over, perhaps he could go by his real name. He was old enough now to be able to say I don't want to go back with him, he was old enough now to stand up to his father he had the protection of the school, Hogwarts would look after him surely.
He could at least tell his friends, couldn't he?