Chapter Twelve: Meet Me in the Battlefield
Summary: Harrison confronts Dumbledore and is willing to be possessed by his father.
Notes: I suck at updating stories. I stopped updating ten days before I was set to go to Alaska with my siblings for summer vacation and I neglected to update. I apologize; I don't usually have motivation to update at times, and this is a bit of a sucky laptop, but I don't really have an excuse. I hope you enjoy!
Harrison watched as his housemates' eyes widened in horror. Oh, their faces were priceless!
The final echoes of the prophecy faded away and it was dead silent. Until the Floo roared to life. Harrison turned, wand out and aimed, and watched as Headmaster Dumbledore stepped into the atrium.
He seemed to have been about to speak and was raising his wand, but then froze at the scene.
Harrison smiled grimly. "Hello, Headmaster."
Dumbledore paled. "How...? Harry?"
Harrison's grin turned ugly. "Not anymore."
Weasley gasped loudly, and Harrison knew he'd abandoned all rationality. "Dumbledore! Y-You never told us he was the son of the bloody Dark Lord!" Granger swatted him on the arm, hissing a quiet "Ron!" before glaring at Harrison.
"Oh," Harrison started, "this is gold! You never even knew?" He turned to the Headmaster. "Looks like you hid from your minions too!" He cackled gleefully.
"Harry..." Hermione stepped towards him, but faltered when Harrison raised his wand at her. "This is a j-joke, right?"
Harrison laughed. "Is my new look not enough for you?" He let his red eye flash dangerously. Hermione didn't say anything. She looked away from him.
Dumbledore spoke. "It was foolish of you to come here, Tom."
Riddle turned on his heel, snapping, "Oh I think it helped a lot of things, Albus."
Harrison turned to Dumbledore too. "And I've heard the prophecy. The boy borne from the broken shall sire a child who will be taken by the guide of the light in the dead of night..."
Harrison stepped toward Dumbledore. "It's too late. You're will fall."
Dumbledore sighed and pulled out his own wand. Immediately, Harrison's eyes latched onto it. Something was calling to him, but he was quickly distracted by the spell cast by the Headmaster, but was just in time to cast a shield that protected him. He backed away and cast a cutting spell at Dumbledore and he easily deflected it.
Tsk. A bit more powerful than I expected...
His friends backed away, unsure if to join in the battle. Harrison agreed with them. This was strictly a family matter. Bellatrix sidled Harrison to her side as Tom and Dumbledore fought.
He watched in fascination as Tom brought a hand to his mouth and breathed a serpent of pure fire. It rose and opened its great maw and lunged for Dumbledore, who swayed it to the side and dissipated it with immense amounts of water, turning the element against Tom, who in turn transfigured it into glass and sent it back. Dumbledore turned it to sand and it fell harmlessly to the glassy floor. .
Son.
Harrison reeled. His father had opened the link!
Yes Father?
I am going to possess you. It will increase our power, but it will be painful.
Do it.
There was a moment where Tom and Dumbledore just stared at each other, hardly out of breath when Harrison cried out at the nasty pulse of pain at his scar. It increased in tempo and Harrison was almost screaming.
And suddenly he was no longer himself.
He was both.
He was them.
The body was theirs.
He controlled Tom and Tom controlled him.
Blood flowing down their face in a steady rhythm, they raised their arms and screamed as they unleashed a wave of power towards Dumbledore.
"You will FALL!" They roared. "You will PAY for your crimes! For ripping us apart!"
They felt the magic inside, overwhelming them. They had black spots in their vision.
The last thing he heard was Bellatrix calling his name in a panic and the cool, cold floor of the atrium...