Trickster Demons
Summary: Harrison lures his 'friends' to the Ministry, where the prophecy is finally revealed.
Notes: Short chapter!
Harrison had been in the middle of exams when his father sent him the vision. He'd been escorted out of the Great Hall by one of the Professors, babbling that he was fine. But after he'd recovered, he immediately gone to his 'friends' and told them that his godfather was at the Ministry being tortured.
They'd snuck out of Hogwarts and taken Thestrals to the Ministry and gone on a 'rescue mission'. Harry had used his dreams of the corridors to find the Hall of Prophecies, along with the help of Granger, who'd marked the doors as they rotated. They went to the aisle Harrison had seen in his vision and looked around, asking for Sirius.
Granger swallowed. "Harry, he isn't here."
Harrison turned around, seeming increasingly more desperate. "He has to be! I saw him!"
Suddenly, Weasley gasped. "Harry, there's one with your name on it!"
Giddy, but hiding it well, Harrison turned and approached the shelf that held the prophecy he'd been looking for. On it, it said: T.M.R AND HARRY M.R(?), S.T TO A.B.P.W.D. Harry reached out, ignoring his friends' protests and brought it close. But before he could do anything rash, he heard a voice from afar.
"Very good, Potter. Now hand it over." It was Lucius Malfoy.
Harrison turned to his friends with a look of horror on his face. "They're here. Death Eaters." He watched in barely contained glee as his friends' eyes widened. He heard the Death Eaters slowly approaching and he closed his eyes and waited.
"Potter." Malfoy drawled. "Hand it over."
Harrison smiled. "Try me." And then he sent a wandless Stupefy at Malfoy and ran. His friends followed in a panic, calling his name and telling him to stop. He jumped over Malfoy's body and out the door they'd entered in. Soon, they found themselves in the large atrium and Harrison skidded to a stop.
The Death Eaters ran out with their wands trainer on him and his friends shouting at him in confusion. He turned so that everyone saw what he was doing and cancelled the glamour. There were sharp inhales from everyone.
"My name is Harrison Morfin Riddle. I am the son of the Dark Lord. Harry Potter is dead."
There was a gasp and a scream and Harrison knew his father had arrived. The Death Eaters fell to their knees. Harrison let out a cackle that rivaled his mother's. From the crowd, she emerged and approached him. "You did wonderfully, son."
"Thank you, Mother." Harrison replied.
His father placed his hands onto Harrison's shoulders. "It's time."
Harrison held out the prophecy and dropped it. It broke upon impact. And Sybil Trelwaney's haggard voice burst forth.
"THE BOY BORNE FROM THE BROKEN,
WILL SIRE A CHILD WHO WILL BE TAKEN,
BY THE GUIDE OF THE LIGHT AT THE DEAD OF NIGHT.
THE CHILD WILL GROW UPON DECEIT BUT WILL EMERGE VICTORIOUS.
A LESSON LEARNED AND A STORY TOLD.
WHISPERS BEHOLD WITHIN HIS SOUL, FOR HE WILL BE MARKED AS HIS EQUAL.
A CHILD WILL RETURN TO HIS RIGHTFUL WAYS AND EMERGE VICTORIOUS."
The damage was done.