A/N: Another chapter for all of the wonderful people who reviewed and made
me giggle. You guys are the best! ~Sylvia
Severus,
How is teaching the little Mudbloods? I imagine that you detest every minute, thinking of the world when our Lord Voldemort will rise and rid the wizarding world of everything that is not pure. Just picture the world, then, Severus, when wizards would have no fear of being seen by Muggles, no fear of Mudbloods, or even half bloods.
Sadly, it seems that that world is not going to come into existence anytime soon. I have just been to see our Lord, and it appears that he no longer has the power to carry out his plans. He has a Death Eater setting his Crutacius Curses for him, for nothing happened when he brandished his wand.
Severus, this is an invitation to join me. Already, we have carried out an attack on a Muggle village. Ah, Severus, it was delicious, just like the old times. The screams and the panic tasted just like it did so many years ago. We, my followers and I, are breaking away from Voldemort. I refuse to be his puppet any longer while he does not fulfill the promises that he gave. I hope to receive a positive answer sometime soon.
Lucius
Snape swept back out of his dungeons to go and find Albus. This would explain why he had not known. The attack was not directed by Voldemort, it was planned by Lucius Malfoy. That meant that Voldemort was vulnerable, if he had lost his power. And that meant that he could be killed. An unbidden smile graced Severus's face for just a second when he thought of that. A world without Voldemort. How sweet that would be.
He barked the password at the gargoyle, "Playful Pantomimes", and rose up the stairs. He entered when the headmaster called to him and held up the letter. "We have a problem, Albus." Dumbledore took the letter and read it through. He sighed and nodded.
"We do indeed." He answered. "We do indeed."
"Excellent block, Riddle!" Harry's coach called from the sidelines. It was their first game against the neighboring village. Harry had talked Matthew into coming and staying, but had been unable to have Tom leave the house. He shrugged that thought away. It shouldn't matter to him that the man who used to be Voldemort was not coming to his game. It shouldn't matter at all. But it did, for some reason. He just didn't know why.
Both Tom and Matthew had encouraged Harry's interest in the game by allowing him to go to Muggle London to purchase the needed supplies, but they had started spoiling him by giving him books and magazines on the subject, as well as posters of the best football players in the country. He had made friends with some of the players on the team, Brian and Chris turning into his best friends. He had already stayed overnight with Brian one night, along with the rest of the team, and had enjoyed it. He wondered if that was what normal people did with their friends. He certainly felt normal that evening. He hadn't even thought of his scar, Voldemort, Dumbledore, or the prophecy the entire night.
The timer sounded the end of the game, bringing Harry back to the present. He checked the scoreboard. They had won. Coach Cooper was jumping around, and the rest of the team certainly seemed happy to accomplish such a feat. Harry moved in to the rest of the team. Brian and Chris tackled him. "Excellent save, mate!" Brian said as they fell to the ground. Michael smiled up at his friends. "One in a million. I didn't know you could jump that high!"
"All right, guys, I get it, you're jealous of me." Michael said from beneath the pile of friends. Both of them stood up and gave him a hand.
"No jealously here. I thought that you were going to crack your head open on that last one. You should have seen your brother's face. I bet he was anticipating having to rush you to the hospital." Michael shook his head.
"Nah, I'm indestructible." Michael didn't get any more words out as Coach Cooper finally caught up with him.
"Michael, my boy, that was perfect!" Michael found himself lifted off the ground and crushed by a bear hug. "You must be the son of some famous football player. How did you get so good?" He dropped Michael back on the ground and turned to another player. After the teams had lined up and shaken hands, Harry's team lined up for their run.
"So, Riddle, which class are you in? School term starts in two days." Michael almost stopped running. They had never talked about this. He and Matthew and Tom never thought that they were going to be questioned about Michael's education. Harry mentally berated himself over the fact that he had not thought about it, much less anyone else in the house.
"Uh, I will not be attending school. My uncle homeschools me." Michael answered, hoping that Brian would buy it. What were the homeschool laws? He made a mental note to check and see the next time he wandered into the Muggle library.
"Homeschooling?" Brian said. "Poor you." And he dropped it. Harry thanked every single power there was that Brian dropped it. The team finished out their run. Michael limped over to Matthew and handed him his gym bag.
"We might have a problem." He said in a low voice. Matthew smiled and threw an arm around Harry's shoulders.
"I knew you would be hungry. Let's go home and raid the kitchen." Matthew led Harry away from the field.
"Tom, where are you?" Matthew shouted upon entering the house.
"Master Matthew should not yell in the house." Nellie said, popping up next to him. Matthew jumped. "Master is in the drawing room, waiting for you." Matthew nodded and led Harry down the hallway. Tom looked up when the two entered.
"How did the game go?" he asked, standing up and looking Harry over in his green uniform. He took in Harry's serious continence. "You didn't lose, did you?" Harry shook his head.
"No, we won. I just think that we might have a problem." Tom raised an eyebrow. "Brian asked me about school and I told him that I was being homeschooled. I didn't know what to say. I think I panicked." Tom smiled, then chuckled, and then had to throw back his head and laughed. "What?" Harry asked, completely perplexed.
"Don't worry so, Harry. I took care of that ages ago. You are enrolled as Michael Riddle, homeschooled because of special circumstances." Harry stared. "It's okay, Harry. Don't worry. If anyone asks, just tell them that you are really smart. It's the truth, at any rate." Tom looked him over.
"I think you need a shower, a meal, and perhaps bed." Harry shook his head.
"I'll do the first two, but nothing after that. There's a spell I want to try. I need you to supervise." Tom nodded as the boy disappeared.
"All right, Matthew, spit it out. I know that you're just bursting with news of some kind." Tom said. Matthew shrugged.
"It's nothing." Matthew said.
"Yes, it is, I can tell." Tom said, advancing on Matthew. "Now tell me." He said, drawing himself up to his full height, trying to look intimidating.
"You just looked so distressed that there was something wrong with Harry. I have to wonder what made you care so much?" Matthew said.
"Out mutant!" Tom said, coming forward with his wand trained on Matthew. "Out!" Matthew, laughing so hard he could barely run, hobbled out of the room. Tom stood there looking at the door that had just shut. "I do not really care. I do not." He sighed as he sank into a chair. He thought of Harry when he had come back from Hogwarts. "Who am I kidding?" he said to the room. He had been worried out of his mind when Harry had just disappeared. And today he had watched the game through binoculars so that he could make sure Harry was not hurt. "I wonder if this is what the Potters wanted?" he thought to himself. Someone who would worry about Harry's well-being? Tom pushed out the depressing thoughts from his mind and focused on what spell Harry would want to try that would need supervision.
Lucius Malfoy took up his wand and pressed it to his own Dark Mark showing on his forearm. Red light shone around the edges, telling him that his message was sent. Followers would join him tonight or confirm their weakness by going to the Dark Lord. All he had to do was wait.
At Hogwarts, Severus Snape faltered in his sentence to Minerva about how useless Griffyndors were. The Dark Mark was burning, but in a different way than before. It took him only three seconds to realize that this was Malfoy calling him, and not Voldemort. He ignored it until he finished his sentece, and then rushed to the headmaster's office. Albus needed to know about this.
Matthew clutched his forearm in pain. He stared down at it. What could Tom be doing, calling the Death Eaters. What about Harry's safety? One of them would find him and then it would be a disaster. He flew out of his room and down the stairs, dashing to the room set aside for practice. He found Harry and Tom there, working on a spell. Both looked up when he entered, wondering what had caused Matthew to go pale. "What is it, Matthew? What is wrong?" Tom asked. Wordlessly, Matthew pulled his left sleeve up to show the Mark, now glowing red. Tom and Harry stared at it, the boy looking at Tom for an answer. "That is not me." Tom said. Harry knew who it was right away. "Malfoy." He said in a hushed tone. The two men looked at him. "I have a plan." Tom's eyebrows raised as Harry grinned madly at the expression. He knew that all those spells would come in handy someday.
Don't kill me! There will be more! ~Sylvia
Severus,
How is teaching the little Mudbloods? I imagine that you detest every minute, thinking of the world when our Lord Voldemort will rise and rid the wizarding world of everything that is not pure. Just picture the world, then, Severus, when wizards would have no fear of being seen by Muggles, no fear of Mudbloods, or even half bloods.
Sadly, it seems that that world is not going to come into existence anytime soon. I have just been to see our Lord, and it appears that he no longer has the power to carry out his plans. He has a Death Eater setting his Crutacius Curses for him, for nothing happened when he brandished his wand.
Severus, this is an invitation to join me. Already, we have carried out an attack on a Muggle village. Ah, Severus, it was delicious, just like the old times. The screams and the panic tasted just like it did so many years ago. We, my followers and I, are breaking away from Voldemort. I refuse to be his puppet any longer while he does not fulfill the promises that he gave. I hope to receive a positive answer sometime soon.
Lucius
Snape swept back out of his dungeons to go and find Albus. This would explain why he had not known. The attack was not directed by Voldemort, it was planned by Lucius Malfoy. That meant that Voldemort was vulnerable, if he had lost his power. And that meant that he could be killed. An unbidden smile graced Severus's face for just a second when he thought of that. A world without Voldemort. How sweet that would be.
He barked the password at the gargoyle, "Playful Pantomimes", and rose up the stairs. He entered when the headmaster called to him and held up the letter. "We have a problem, Albus." Dumbledore took the letter and read it through. He sighed and nodded.
"We do indeed." He answered. "We do indeed."
"Excellent block, Riddle!" Harry's coach called from the sidelines. It was their first game against the neighboring village. Harry had talked Matthew into coming and staying, but had been unable to have Tom leave the house. He shrugged that thought away. It shouldn't matter to him that the man who used to be Voldemort was not coming to his game. It shouldn't matter at all. But it did, for some reason. He just didn't know why.
Both Tom and Matthew had encouraged Harry's interest in the game by allowing him to go to Muggle London to purchase the needed supplies, but they had started spoiling him by giving him books and magazines on the subject, as well as posters of the best football players in the country. He had made friends with some of the players on the team, Brian and Chris turning into his best friends. He had already stayed overnight with Brian one night, along with the rest of the team, and had enjoyed it. He wondered if that was what normal people did with their friends. He certainly felt normal that evening. He hadn't even thought of his scar, Voldemort, Dumbledore, or the prophecy the entire night.
The timer sounded the end of the game, bringing Harry back to the present. He checked the scoreboard. They had won. Coach Cooper was jumping around, and the rest of the team certainly seemed happy to accomplish such a feat. Harry moved in to the rest of the team. Brian and Chris tackled him. "Excellent save, mate!" Brian said as they fell to the ground. Michael smiled up at his friends. "One in a million. I didn't know you could jump that high!"
"All right, guys, I get it, you're jealous of me." Michael said from beneath the pile of friends. Both of them stood up and gave him a hand.
"No jealously here. I thought that you were going to crack your head open on that last one. You should have seen your brother's face. I bet he was anticipating having to rush you to the hospital." Michael shook his head.
"Nah, I'm indestructible." Michael didn't get any more words out as Coach Cooper finally caught up with him.
"Michael, my boy, that was perfect!" Michael found himself lifted off the ground and crushed by a bear hug. "You must be the son of some famous football player. How did you get so good?" He dropped Michael back on the ground and turned to another player. After the teams had lined up and shaken hands, Harry's team lined up for their run.
"So, Riddle, which class are you in? School term starts in two days." Michael almost stopped running. They had never talked about this. He and Matthew and Tom never thought that they were going to be questioned about Michael's education. Harry mentally berated himself over the fact that he had not thought about it, much less anyone else in the house.
"Uh, I will not be attending school. My uncle homeschools me." Michael answered, hoping that Brian would buy it. What were the homeschool laws? He made a mental note to check and see the next time he wandered into the Muggle library.
"Homeschooling?" Brian said. "Poor you." And he dropped it. Harry thanked every single power there was that Brian dropped it. The team finished out their run. Michael limped over to Matthew and handed him his gym bag.
"We might have a problem." He said in a low voice. Matthew smiled and threw an arm around Harry's shoulders.
"I knew you would be hungry. Let's go home and raid the kitchen." Matthew led Harry away from the field.
"Tom, where are you?" Matthew shouted upon entering the house.
"Master Matthew should not yell in the house." Nellie said, popping up next to him. Matthew jumped. "Master is in the drawing room, waiting for you." Matthew nodded and led Harry down the hallway. Tom looked up when the two entered.
"How did the game go?" he asked, standing up and looking Harry over in his green uniform. He took in Harry's serious continence. "You didn't lose, did you?" Harry shook his head.
"No, we won. I just think that we might have a problem." Tom raised an eyebrow. "Brian asked me about school and I told him that I was being homeschooled. I didn't know what to say. I think I panicked." Tom smiled, then chuckled, and then had to throw back his head and laughed. "What?" Harry asked, completely perplexed.
"Don't worry so, Harry. I took care of that ages ago. You are enrolled as Michael Riddle, homeschooled because of special circumstances." Harry stared. "It's okay, Harry. Don't worry. If anyone asks, just tell them that you are really smart. It's the truth, at any rate." Tom looked him over.
"I think you need a shower, a meal, and perhaps bed." Harry shook his head.
"I'll do the first two, but nothing after that. There's a spell I want to try. I need you to supervise." Tom nodded as the boy disappeared.
"All right, Matthew, spit it out. I know that you're just bursting with news of some kind." Tom said. Matthew shrugged.
"It's nothing." Matthew said.
"Yes, it is, I can tell." Tom said, advancing on Matthew. "Now tell me." He said, drawing himself up to his full height, trying to look intimidating.
"You just looked so distressed that there was something wrong with Harry. I have to wonder what made you care so much?" Matthew said.
"Out mutant!" Tom said, coming forward with his wand trained on Matthew. "Out!" Matthew, laughing so hard he could barely run, hobbled out of the room. Tom stood there looking at the door that had just shut. "I do not really care. I do not." He sighed as he sank into a chair. He thought of Harry when he had come back from Hogwarts. "Who am I kidding?" he said to the room. He had been worried out of his mind when Harry had just disappeared. And today he had watched the game through binoculars so that he could make sure Harry was not hurt. "I wonder if this is what the Potters wanted?" he thought to himself. Someone who would worry about Harry's well-being? Tom pushed out the depressing thoughts from his mind and focused on what spell Harry would want to try that would need supervision.
Lucius Malfoy took up his wand and pressed it to his own Dark Mark showing on his forearm. Red light shone around the edges, telling him that his message was sent. Followers would join him tonight or confirm their weakness by going to the Dark Lord. All he had to do was wait.
At Hogwarts, Severus Snape faltered in his sentence to Minerva about how useless Griffyndors were. The Dark Mark was burning, but in a different way than before. It took him only three seconds to realize that this was Malfoy calling him, and not Voldemort. He ignored it until he finished his sentece, and then rushed to the headmaster's office. Albus needed to know about this.
Matthew clutched his forearm in pain. He stared down at it. What could Tom be doing, calling the Death Eaters. What about Harry's safety? One of them would find him and then it would be a disaster. He flew out of his room and down the stairs, dashing to the room set aside for practice. He found Harry and Tom there, working on a spell. Both looked up when he entered, wondering what had caused Matthew to go pale. "What is it, Matthew? What is wrong?" Tom asked. Wordlessly, Matthew pulled his left sleeve up to show the Mark, now glowing red. Tom and Harry stared at it, the boy looking at Tom for an answer. "That is not me." Tom said. Harry knew who it was right away. "Malfoy." He said in a hushed tone. The two men looked at him. "I have a plan." Tom's eyebrows raised as Harry grinned madly at the expression. He knew that all those spells would come in handy someday.
Don't kill me! There will be more! ~Sylvia