Ok, I was wrong about the Phone Bill AN in the last chapter. It's not an extra 122-euro charge. It's an extra 172-euro charge because the 50-euro it's MEANT to be paid, is paid separately. FUCK! I am not allowed to go on the Internet until my mum rings Eirecom to see if anything is wrong with the charges so (this won't be posted till after it's all sorted out).

And, no, I can't use an Internet-Café because the nearest one is an hour drive away because I live in the back arse of nowhere!

Ok, never mind all that! She rang today and apparently I've been charged for ringing a 1982 dial up number, but the people at Eirecom said my computer is configured to ring 1983… so they're going to do an enquiry and I have to pay anyway, but I might be able to claim the money back… Yeah…

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Chapter 8

Spilling The Beans

Harry shivered. It was so cold, all around him the air had chilled and every puddle on the ground froze over. He rubbed his hands up and down his arms and looked around. Beside him, his Cousin Dudley had fallen, trembling, to the ground. His teeth chattered as he tried to spot the Dementor, he knew was causing the coldness.

He rolled his eyes as two Dementors swept forwards out through a corpse of trees beside the park. He raised his blood oak wand high and called, "expecto patronum!"

Expectedly the two Dementors shrieked. They turned their backs to Harry and flew away from the charging white Stag that had shot out of Harry's wand. Unexpectedly, a Ministry owl flew over the trees and dropped a letter at Harry's feet.

Harry read it and frowned in confusion before looking down at the wand in his hand. "Fuck," he hissed when he noticed he wasn't holding his blood oak wand, but his phoenix and holly wand. The letter had been his Second Warning for the Misuse of Magic around Muggles. Harry Potter was hereby suspended from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He glared at Dudley, whose fault it all was in the first place. Feeling rather vindictive, he kicked the trembling lump in the ribs; hard, and laughed when he heard a faint crack. He made sure he had his blood oak wand in his hand before casting a levitation charm on his Cousin, and floating the boy two roads over back to Number 4.

He didn't bother to listen to the adult Dursley's ranting, he just pushed past them and took the stairs two at a time, and locked himself inside of Dudley's second bedroom.

Flinging himself on the bed, he rubbed his eyes angrily, unable to believe he had been so careless as to use the wrong wand. Then he shrugged. He could make it work, he supposed. He already had OWLs and NEWTs, so it wasn't like he actually needed to complete Hogwarts! Not like Dumbledore would let him leave anyway. Harry needed to be kept close, to be kept under the thumb.

But, if he got expelled, Ryder supposed as he removed his 'skin', he could always have Harry killed in a car crash or something, and he could go to Hogwarts as a Defence Professor? Rowena couldn't complain about that! He'd still be able to keep an eye on Dumbledore and Voldemort, and Draco, without actually having to worry about being a weapon of the Light Side.

Then again, if he didn't get expelled, Rowena had nothing to complain about.

He closed his eyes, determined to go to sleep and forget about everything that had happened in the last week. It really was all Dudley's fault!

There he had been in his bedroom in Lestrange Manor with Draco, who was about to pay him back for that blowjob last year. And what happens? Petunia rings his Hufflepuff-cursed-mobile, whinging and screaming that something strange had happened to her Diddydums! His Cousin had always been strange in Ryder's opinion, but Petunia didn't seem to find that comment amusing.

Leaving Draco – and the promised sexual act – had wrenched Ryder's heart. He hated leaving his fiancé. They didn't spend near enough time together, and when they finally got the chance, someone interfered. But, Ryder had consoled himself with the knowledge that he could fix Dudley and come straight home to Draco.

The blond had been waiting on the bed when Ryder got back from the visit to the Dursley's. Draco had been pissed as hell when Ryder told him to get dressed and leave, because he had to go away for a week. Now Draco would have understood, had he not felt humiliated and rejected. Not to mention, he was starting to believe Ryder was cheating on him! He was always away after that phone rang, always, and he hardly ever came back. He hated feeling jealous!

Dudley Dursley had managed to get himself Kissed by Dementors the day Ryder got the phone call. And there was no way to 'fix' Dudley, other than to use the time turner.

So Harry Potter had to make an appearance at Number 4. He was there for three days before the attack would have occurred, and each day the Dursley's refused to believe it was for their own good. They even went so far as to install multiple locks on the outside of his bedroom door – and a cat flap!

He had saved Dudley, but disregarding that fact the Dursley's continued to bully him into leaving. He was packed and ready to go the day he arrived, but he wasn't allowed to leave. Especially not now! He couldn't believe he got himself suspended! The First Warning wasn't even for him; it was for Dobby.

He sighed and rolled over on the bed, and pulled the pillow over his head. Soon he was breathing deeply, having slipped into the arms of Morpheus.

XXX

He was walking down a long, dark corridor. There was a locked door at the end and he instinctively knew he was meant to go through the door. But how? He didn't have a key, and every time he reached out for the door handle the corridor got longer, pulling him away.

He tried running, but the corridor still stretched longer before he could touch the door.

He tried throwing himself forward but his hands went through the door, and then the corridor stretched and he was far away from the door again anyway.

He tried to raise his wand, but he couldn't. His arm just wouldn't move. Everything suddenly had gone blurry, before swimming back into focus. He wasn't seeing things normally anymore, not like he had been a moment ago. Everything was fuzzy around the edges, the picture was slightly slanted in the middle and it was all in greyscale.

He tried to speak but all that came out was a hiss. He blinked and moved his mouth again. Again he hissed. He poked his tongue out, as if to confirm a suspicion. His tongue was red and longer than it should have been and forked. He was a snake.

He tried to think of a way to see himself, but there was no mirrors in the corridor, nor were there any windows.

His head snapped around, his long body still slithering down the corridor he had been walking along moments before. Someone was screaming, and the pitch hurt his ears. He wanted them to shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut-! He leapt forward, his mouth open and poison dripping off the ends of his fangs. He had to make the screaming stop!

The human was hurting his ears.

Ryder blinked, and groaned. He was human again. But he was still in that goddamned corridor! He looked around and nearly screamed himself. At his feet was a huge King Cobra, who was spitting and hissing as if in pain. Ryder sighed, if she'd had to listen to the same screaming he heard, he couldn't blame her.

He kept searching the corridor with his eyes. There, half hidden by an invisibility cloak was a familiar man, with very familiar red hair. Ryder gulped, that snake had killed Arthur Weasley! He had killed Arthur Weasley! He was so expelled!

"Please be alive," he muttered as he ran forward, thanking the gods that the corridor didn't stretch and take him away from the prone man. Ryder felt his neck, and his wrists. After finding a pulse, he pressed his ear to the man's heart. The beat was weak, but it didn't stop or hitch, so Ryder figured he had time.

He turned to face the snake. "Hello beautiful serpent," he hissed and the Cobra lifted her head to look at him.

"Hello snake-human. Why don't you run?" She blinked her large golden eyes at him.

"Why do you call me a snake-human? Am I not a snake-child? And I do not run, because where would I run to?" He looked up and down the corridor that was the same, every bloody inch of it.

"You do not smell like a child," the snake flicked her tongue out to taste him.

"I am part-Vampyre." He paused, "what kind of a snake are you, beautiful?"

She preened at his compliment, "I am a King Cobra! I am very large and poisonous, snakeling. I will bear many healthy eggs." She moved closer to him and he reached down to rub the scales on her head briefly.

His other hand went into the pocket of his robes and he was very relieved to find that his clothes were exactly how they were when he was awake. All clothing belonging to people in his family had invisible pockets stitched into the inside lining. Rowena was very paranoid, probably with good reason. But inside the pocket was a small silver box.

Ryder pulled the box out. The box was filled with small capsules, like Muggle medicines; each capsule had a word engraved onto it, or was in different colours. "King Cobra… here it is." Ryder pulled out a blue pill with 'KC' engraved into it.

Before the snake could react, he had the pill in Arthur's mouth and was trying to force him to swallow it. When he did, Arthur's breathing evened out and his heart beat speed back up to normal. Now, all the St. Mungos staff had to do was stop the blood flow – Ryder refused to lick Arthur's stomach until the wound closed.

"Why did you do that?" The snake asked, irritated.

Ryder smirked and tucked the little silver box away – it had severed him well in the Chamber of Secrets, and now here – and smiled. "I am unfortunate enough to know his hatchlings. They are very annoying when upset. If he dies, his hatchlings will annoy me and give me a headache. What is your name and do you have a master?" Ryder pinched himself; the only way he knew to wake himself up.

"I pity you." She didn't sound very sympathetic, but Ryder gave her the benefit of the doubt. "I am called Nagini, and my master is the powerful and feared Lord Voldemort!"

Ryder groaned; it figured. Everything went fuzzy. "What's behind that door?" If she answered, Ryder never found out because he was already awake.

The banging at the door was what finally convinced him to get out of the bed. He groaned and tripped over something on the floor. His hands covered his mouth to muffle the scream he was dying to let out. At his feet was Nagini the King Cobra.

And, at the door was Albus Dumbledore. Not a good combination.

As the door opened, Ryder checked to make sure his 'skin' was in place and shoved Nagini under the bed with his foot. He rubbed his eyes, as if he had only just woken up, and moved his hand towards the doorknob. He made sure he looked surprised when the door opened without him unlocking it. "Headmaster!" He called out. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to pick you up, my boy. You can spend the rest of the summer with me." Dumbledore smiled benignly.

Harry ran around the room, pretending to pack and trying to appear excited. "At Hogwarts, sir?"

"No, my boy. You'll see when we get there." Dumbledore turned and left the room. "I'll just go speak with your relatives, Harry, hurry now."

Harry left his trunk open on the floor. "Get in," he hissed as quietly as he could. He watched the door like a Hawke as Nagini slithered into his trunk, before he hid her under some of his robes. He locked his trunk and cast a weightless charm on it with his blood oak wand, and began to drag it out of the room behind him. The snake gave an angry hiss from inside the trunk as it tilted sideways, so Harry cast a silencing charm over it as well.

"Have you been treating him badly? He isn't as subservient as I expected him to be?" Harry paused at the top of the stairs as he heard Dumbledore's voice filter up to him. He was very tempted to let Nagini out of the trunk and sick her on him.

"W-We have," Vernon stuttered, lying through his teeth. "Now get out!"

"We don't want your freak kind here!" Dudley shouted from the sofa, where he was tucked up with blankets and lots of chocolate. Ryder almost laughed. It was a 'freak' that had saved Dudley's life, last night, but they still seem to think it was Harry that had done something to Dudley, not the Dementors.

"Now, now," Dumbledore smiled, "none of that with me. Use it on Harry as much as you like though."

Ryder growled; did Dumbledore forget he was there? That he wouldn't be able to hear them? He shrugged and began to make as much noise as possible as he pulled the weightless trunk down the stairs, making a show of how heavy it was.

"Ah, there you are my boy. We were getting worried," the Dursley's glared at him and then at Dumbledore. He stared back evenly, before smiling and flashing his fangs at them menacingly.

Dudley squeaked. "Yeah, worried, right," Vernon muttered.

"Can we go, Sir?" Harry asked, trying to sound polite.

The Headmaster produced a Portkey and, when they got to the end of the road, Harry touched it with the tip of his finger and made sure to fall over upon landing. A piece of paper was thrust into his hand without a word. 'My Secret is Number 12, Grimmauld Place, Albus' it read. Harry mumbled it out loud. The second he had said the man's name; Dumbledore set the note on fire.

"Look around, my boy." In front of him were Number 11, Grimmauld Place and Number 13… He squinted and a new house appeared: Number 12 seemed to pop into existence between the two houses as the burning note turned to ashes. "Welcome, to the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix."

More Light Sided prats, Ryder thought, oh joy!

XXX

Ryder banged his head against the headboard of his bed.

He had a room right beside Sirius'. It was Sirius' family Manor, so Sirius had chosen where Harry slept. The only problem was that since Arthur had been in St. Mungos, the Weasley's didn't feel safe in their home and were living at Grimmauld Place now. And Ron Weasley decided he could not sleep anywhere but with his bestest friend, Harry.

The boy's snoring was driving him around the bend!

Not to mention, he liked his privacy. The only two people he could stand to spend countless hours with, without interruption, were Rose and Draco. Definitely not Ron Weasley: who kept sticking his oar in when ever Ryder did something.

Harry got out a book: "what you reading, mate?"

Harry got out a schoolbook: "you're turning into Hermione, mate!"

Harry got out a magazine: "blimey, what's that? The pictures don't even move."

Harry got out a chessboard: "I'll play you a game, mate? Bet I can beat you."

Harry's trunk started rattling, because Harry forgot to let Nagini out: "bloody hell, mate, there's a Bogart in your trunk. I'll get Mum!"

Harry tried to sleep: "are you awake, mate? You think Dad'll be ok? Hey, are you asleep?"

Harry took a shit: "hey, Harry, can I use the bathroom? I really need to pee!"

Harry really wanted to kill Ron Weasley right now. He was sorely tempted to move into Sirius' room, but he knew that Remus would be in there… making up for lost time. And Ryder had no wish to be scared mentally for life.

Instead, he had wandered around; practically insane before finding a corridor no one in the house seemed to know existed. Gratefully, no body did know about it. Now, Harry spent most of his day hidden away in the rooms down that corridor – sometimes with Remus and Sirius, who he told – with Nagini, who still hadn't left.

Neither of them knew how she came to be in Harry Potter's bedroom. As far as she knew, she had been sent to find the same room Ryder had been walking towards, and the next thing she knew he was there, when he wasn't meant to be. Then she had answered his question as he woke up. For whatever reason, he had taken her with him when he woke. She happily informed him, after being let out of the trunk, that Voldemort was very unhappy with him for kidnapping his familiar.

"I didn't kidnap you! You-" He frowned, "kidnapped yourself!" He shouted, and then feeling stupid changed the conversation.

Today, however, he was not to be left alone. He had left the bed though and made it to his corridor. But the moment he arrived, Arthur Weasley got back from the Ministry – he had been out of St. Mungos a week now – demanding to see Harry. But no one could find him.

That, unfortunately, made him very late for his trial. Not to mention, they changed the location and didn't tell him. Apparently, someone just didn't like him!

XXX

"Hem, hem," Ryder slammed his head against his desk as the Defence Professor entered the room. "Put away your wands, you won't be needing them." Everyone was used to this by now, so no one really complained. Harry still gave a token protest though, after all he was expected to.

"Get out your text books," Delores Umbridge ordered, smacking the black board with a riding crop. "And I want five inches on the benefits of sterilizing creatures by the end of class."

Hermione looked outraged. "But Professor! That's unthinkable! It's discrimination! You can't sterilize someone because of their blood." Umbridge turned to glare at her. "It's— it's like Hitler and the Jews! It's like-"

"Fifty points from Gryffindor," Umbridge shouted as she hit the board again. Her hand moved to her desk and she began to finger a large black-feathered quill that lay innocently on top of some paper. Ryder's eyes widened; he knew what they quill was, and it was anything but innocent.

A blood quill was sometimes used to sign important documents in blood. Used once or twice it would not scar, but if used regularly, you ended up with whatever you wrote etched permanently into the back of your hand. And no magic could remove it. It drew blood with every word, and hurt like a bitch not to mention.

He cursed himself as he opened his mouth, but if anyone was going to have a blood quill used on them, Ryder suspected Umbridge would want it to be him. "It's like the Dark Lord, wouldn't you say Professor?" He grinned as her eyes narrowed. "Oops, I meant Voldemort!" Everyone in the class shuddered.

"Detention, Potter. Tonight, with me," she picked up the quill and ran the feather under her chin as she smirked at him, obviously pleased with herself.

Ryder shrugged mentally, he may have a horrid scar on his hand but only when he was wearing the rune 'skin'; it would disappear when the 'skin' was off, so he really had nothing to lose. And he could always sue her at the end of the year! Granger wouldn't be able to do much, especially without Wizarding lawyers. His family had about 15; surely his Father would give him five to bring Umbridge to her knees.

He jumped out of his seat. "Yes, Sir, tonight, Sir," he intoned, his hand moving to his forehead to salute the woman as if he were a soldier.

"Detention tomorrow!" She screamed. He was tempted to tease her again, but Hermione squeezed his arm and he slid back into his chair, and stayed quiet for the rest of the lesson. Although, he didn't bother to do his essay: wasn't all that much point considering he already had detention.

XXX

"You are bleeding Snakeling?" Nagini asked as he entered the Gryffindor 5th year boy's dorm, in the Tower. She had taken to calling him 'Snakeling' ever since he asked her why he wasn't called 'snake-child', in his dream.

"Yeah, she made me write 700 lines with a blood quill. I had to go to the Infirmary to get a blood replenishing potion." Ryder scowled and threw himself on his bed, beside the large snake that had yet to go home. For a Vampyre to need blood replenishing potions was almost unheard of, unless they were nearly starved. They made new blood cells sixteen times faster than normal humans.

She let out an angry hiss then said, "it is good you are Vampyre or you would have fainted from blood loss by the 200th line." If snakes could scowl, she would have been scowling then. "May I eat her, Snakeling?"

Ryder just shook his head 'no'. Nagini moved over to Harry's hand, which was resting on his stomach and flicked her tongue over his half-healed wound. "What does it say?"

"I Must Not Tell Lies," Harry let out an exhausted laugh. "They don't quite believe Voldemort is back."

"Then why did you tell them?" She seemed genuinely curious. And at the moment, Ryder didn't really care if Voldemort found out about his false identity early or not; he was just so fed up with Hogwarts!

"They expected it of Harry Potter." He stood up and began to change into his pyjamas. He couldn't be arsed to go to dinner tonight.

She made herself rise off the bed and fixed him with an accusing glare, "are you not Harry Potter, Snakeling?"

He smiled, "no, I'm not." And no matter how much she begged or whined or threatened him for the rest of the night, he would not tell Nagini what he meant.

XXX

"BITCH!" Harry screamed as he began throwing things around his dormitory. The other 5th year boy watched worriedly from the doorway as Harry trashed the place. "Fucking stupid COW!" He roared, before all the anger seemed to melt away and he collapsed exhausted onto the floor.

"What's wrong mate?" Ron asked looking concerned but wary.

"She fucking banned me!" Harry rubbed his eyes angrily. "She banned me!" He laughed, but he didn't sound amused. Dean Thomas swallowed and stepped out of the room, his body trembling. Harry had sounded a lot like Voldemort had been claimed to, angry, insane, scary, when he laughed. "She gave me a lifelong Quidditch ban! We have a match against Slytherin next week!"

"Harry!" Ron shouted, forgetting his concern completely. "What the hell were you thinking? How could you have been banned? Now?" He looked disgusted and stormed out of the room. Harry gritted his teeth and screamed again before he threw a shoe after Ron.

"I hope it hits you, you GIT!" He panted angrily. Seamus believed all the lies the Daily Prophet was spewing about him – that he was lying and attention seeking – and didn't even bother trying to comfort his roommate. He glared at Harry angrily as he left the room.

Neville frowned, "Harry?" He asked quietly. Out of all the Gryffindor's, Neville was the only one he could stand to be around. "You any better now?"

"A bit," Harry sniffed. He was desperately trying not to cry.

"I doubt if I would be able to cope. Having something I loved taken from me, like that. I mean my Gran is well pleased that I'm so good at Herbology! If she ever banned me from the garden, I think I'd go insane, you know."

"I'm going to kill her," Harry hissed. His eyes had gone red – so much for not having enough Vampyre blood in him to go through blood lust.

Blood lust happened to born-Vampyres and Vampires that were insanely angry. Usually it happened while they were protecting either their mates or their children. Ryder however shouldn't have been going through blood lust as he wasn't a born Vampyre like Rose was.

Neville touched Harry on the shoulder. With a squeak Neville found himself pinned to the wall as Harry growled at him. "Harry! It's me! I can't-" he was cut off as he fought to get air into his lungs. Harry dropped him abruptly.

"Infirmary," he ordered. Neville jumped to his feet, panting, and grabbed Harry's invisibility cloak. He threw it over the brunette and led him from the room, trying not to shake with fear.

"What happened?" He asked as they waited for Madame Pomfrey to come out of her Office.

"I'm part-Vampyre. I just went into blood lust." Ryder said quietly, staring at the wall over Neville's head. He had calmed down now, but he needed a special potion and to get it, he would need Neville to distract Pomfrey.

"You are lucky, Mr. Longbottom. If he had been full- or born-Vampyre you would be little more than a bloody smudge on the floor." Poppy Pomfrey gave a cold smile as she bustled into the room. "Drink up, Mr. Hammond." She passed a vial filled with black liquid to Ryder.

"You know?" He asked shocked.

"I saw you with Mr. Malfoy after the Hippogriff incident. I didn't tell a soul, I promise." He smiled and downed the potion. Immediately his eyes changed from red to Killing Curse green, and his 'skin' came down.

"Who are you?" Neville breathed, blushing slightly.

"This is how I really look." Ryder smiled, his eyeteeth winking at Neville. "Don't tell anyone, understand?" He made it sound like a threat, even though he didn't even look at Neville or raise his voice or anything.

The other Wizard gulped and nodded, "I swear on my magic." They were both engulfed in a white light and Ryder stood from the bed, satisfied.

"Thank you both." He quickly built his 'skin' up around him again as he headed towards the door. "I need to borrow your fireplace," he didn't wait for Pomfrey's answer. He merely walked into her office, called out his destination, and jumped into the fireplace.

XXX

Rowena gave him a frustrated glare as he paced in Rose's bedroom. "I can't fix it!" She shouted. "I can't fix everything, you know!"

"I'm sorry," he had only suggested she get rid of Umbridge before he got himself sent to Azkaban.

"Console yourself," she suggested, "you will pass your OWL anyway, and if you don't you already have an OWL in Defence. And Miss. Delores will not be there next year. The position is cursed."

"Is it really?" Rowena just nodded. "Good riddance," he hissed. "Oh by the way, why won't Nagini go home?" He had told her, in a letter he gave to Lucius when he visited the school, about Nagini appearing after one of his dreams, and all about the corridor. She had said it was in the Department of Mysteries and Voldemort was probably searching for the prophecy Dumbledore supposedly leaked to him.

"Maybe she just likes you Snakeling?" Rose teased as her eyes turned green, before going back to blue. "She probably can't." Rowena added. "You must have bonded her, or something similar, while you were sleeping. She can't leave until you release, most likely."

"Or she bonded to you," Sirius offered as he entered the room without knocking. "Her master is your Sister's mate. Maybe she's hoping you'll lead her to Rose? You smell like Rose, right?"

"Possibly." Ryder allowed. Before he rushed to hug his Godfather.

"Do not leave Grimmauld Place unless you are going somewhere safe." Rowena ordered suddenly, her eyes had gone glassy and unfocused. "Do not go to the Department of Mysteries. The corridor only leads to death; do not follow!" Her eyes were normal again. "What did I say?"

"That was the worst prophecy I ever heard," Ryder snorted. "But do as she tells you!" He ordered Sirius.

XXX

The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, Ryder thought, as he and his 'friends' walked along it. They were searching for Sirius Black.

Harry had been fully prepared to go alone, but then Hermione wouldn't leave him, nor would his stalker Ginny, and Ron had finally forgiven him for being kicked off the Quidditch team and decided he was going along. Luna Lovegood had agreed, not wanting to be left behind. And Neville, since he had found out about Ryder's Vampyre blood, was the boy's real best friend. So he wanted to come along as well.

On Thestral back they had flown across the skies of London and towards the Ministry, from Scotland. Thestrals were large, black, skeletal horses that were only visible to those that had seen death, up close and personal. Only Luna – whose Mother had died with her in the room – and Harry could see them, the others just held on tightly and closed their eyes.

So far, no one had seen Sirius, nor any Death Eaters. But it was only a matter of time, Ryder knew.

Maybe Sirius wasn't even here, maybe he had done what Rowena told him and stayed at Grimmauld Place. It was possible that Voldemort only wanted to lure Harry out to get his snake back or kidnap Harry or even use Harry to get the prophecy that supposedly exists. He really shouldn't have brought the others, he realized. He couldn't speak freely with them here!

"What's that?" Ron asked pointing as they opened the locked door and walked into a new room.

The room was filled with bookshelves. Each bookshelf was packed up with small, spheres that glowed and sparkled like magical crystals. "Prophecies!" Luna breathed, awestruck.

Pay dirt, Ryder thought as he gave himself a mental high-five. He began to search for the 'P's' or the 'V's'. He found the Prophecy he was looking for under 'Potter, Harry' and picked it up. Then he noticed there was a second tucked away behind the first. The one at the front, Ryder noticed, didn't sparkle like the second one did.

"It's a fake," he muttered.

"Hand it over, Potter," a voice from behind him ordered. Harry spun around to end up at wand point. Lucius Malfoy glared at Harry through the eye slits in his skull mask, a lock of his hair falling out of his black hood. "Now, or your friends get hurt."

What to do? Ryder thought. Which one to give, fake or real?

His friends were held at the wand point of five other Death Eaters. They all looked scared, staring pleadingly at Harry. He sighed.

"Voldy couldn't have known I'd bring friends," he grinned. "He sent all six of you for me? I'm chuffed to bits, really!"

Bellatrix Lestrange growled and stepped forward, poking Ginny with her wand, "how dare you, you impudent little brat! You will not butcher his name! Lord Voldemort is to be respected, you don't even deserve to be in his presence."

"Nor do you, notice how he isn't here," Ryder grinned and Lucius groaned. There Lucius was, trying to get Ryder and his friends out of this mess alive, and what does Ryder do? He goads the opposition. Way to make Lucius' job harder for him! Harry reached a hand down the top of his robe and hissed, "Is Tom here Nagini?"

"He is not, shall I fetch him?" Nagini had been shrunk so she would fit around Harry's waist.

"Tell him to call them off," Ryder ordered as Nagini dropped to the floor and slithered away. "Or I'll tell his Mate on him!" The teenager actually laughed at the hiss the snake let out.

His friends gasped as the King Cobra appeared head first from under the hem of Harry Potter's shirt and began to slither down to the floor, becoming her full size in the process. The Death Eaters tensed at the sight of their Lord's familiar.

"Harry!" Hermione screamed.

He looked at Lucius who gave a brief nod and lowered his wand. "Obliviate," he shouted. Lucius followed suit, until four of the five teenagers forgot a snake had even been in the room. Neville was shaking at the end of Rudolphus Lestrange's wand, but he kept his mouth shut.

"Reducto," Harry shouted at the shelf behind his friends. It exploded onto the Death Eaters who dived out of the way and left the teenagers free to make a break for it. They ran, and Harry offered Lucius a shrug and a smirk before running too.

They made it to the anti-chamber before the Order member's burst in and ruined what would have been a wonderful escape. Ryder had been hoping to get out before Dumbledore even knew he was gone; he did not want Dumbledore to know he knew about any prophecy, let alone a fake one.

Lucius caught a glare Ryder shot him, and grabbed hold of his emergency Portkey and disappeared before he could be captured. The three Lestrange's got away as well. The Order members captured Goyle Sr. and Avery. And when Minister Fudge showed up moments later, he was forced to admit that maybe, there was a possibility that Lord Voldemort, might have, returned.

Ryder smirked and pulled out his time turner when no one was watching.

"Hello Tom," he entered another anti-chamber as the battle went on between Order members and Death Eaters, for a second time. He made sure to stay away from the doorway so the other Harry didn't see him.

Voldemort looked him up and down before smirking. He had hair! Ryder smirked as he noticed the changes in the elder Wizard. He actually looked 29-years-old now: human rather than like a snake. Rose would definitely not have a problem with how Voldemort looked now. Ryder smirked back at him.

"She is a relative of yours?" Voldemort asked as Nagini coiled her way up his body.

"She is," Harry pulled both prophecies out of his pocket. "Shall we? One is a fake by the way."

"I suggest we listen to that one first." Ryder threw the dull sphere to the floor, blinking as it shattered.

A ghostly figure of Professor Trelawney drifted out of the pile of broken glass and began to speak. 'The one with the power to defeat the Dark Lord approaches… Born as the seventh month dies…' Ryder tuned out after the second line, not really interested in Dumbledore's insane daydreams.

"And the second?" The sparkling sphere was dropped to the floor. It continued to shimmer, even while broken.

'The one with the power to defeat the Dark Lord approaches… Born as the 7th month dies… He shall be forced into the roll he does not want… He will be given no choice… The Sister is really His saviour… But she will corrupt Him… The Dark Lord shall not be defeated this time…'

Voldemort hummed lightly after hearing them both. "'She' would be my Mate I suppose?"

"She would be." Ryder kicked the glass into the closest corner, out of sight. "Her name is Rose Robin."

"She is named after my Daughter," Salazar informed him. "Robin Sears." Tom kept quiet, and Voldemort merely rolled his eyes.

"And your name, boy?" Voldemort asked the child he had always thought was Harry Potter.

"Harry Potter during the school year. Other wise, I am Ryder Ravyn Hammond. Rose's twin." He gave a small bow. "You will keep this quiet until Rose and I are of age, understood?" Voldemort gave the barest of nods. If only to please his Mate, he decided. "She did it to save you, you know."

"Did what?" He turned towards the door.

"I did not defeat in Godric's Hollow. She did." He smiled at the shocked look that crossed Voldemort's face. "She did it to save you." He had to run to get back to where he should have been standing, had he not used the time turner.

Voldemort was still in the room, staring at where Ryder had stood. "To save me?"

"From your madness," Salazar spoke up. "Death saved your mind."

"From ourself," Tom added. "She's saving your soul; what's left of it."

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"So, pet, what happened this year?" Ryder asked as Draco curled against his side, in the Malfoy's Mercedes Benz.

Draco launched into a detailed explanation finishing with, "oh, I forgot. I joined Umbridge's Inquisition Squad."

"Inquisitions are never a good thing; people – usually innocent – tend to die." Ryder pointed out. He hadn't quite forgiven Draco for being one of the people to help Umbridge ruin his life. What was the point of having Draco fancy him as 'Harry' if he wasn't going to be any help?

"I know," Draco pouted. "I thought you'd be pleased. I mean… I was making life hard for Dumbledore."

"You were also probably driving Potter around the bend," Ryder pointed out. Draco blushed.

"She tried to Crucio him, you know." Ryder raised an eyebrow. The conversation carried on until they reached Malfoy Manor. Ryder flooed to Lestrange Manor rather than walk. There the three Azkaban escapees were sitting in his parlour with his parents and Sister, looking cranky as hell.

"Oh balls, what now?" He demanded as he flung himself down into a seat, pouting.

"We have a slight problem," Atticus informed him. In the corner of the room, Sirius Black actually laughed at his expense.

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Anyway, there is 5th year. I can't wait till the 5th film comes out! (It's March 19th as I'm writing this) so there is 116 days till July 13th YAY!

Also, Viktor Krum does not know that Voldemort is Rose's mate. He only found out she was a host by accident. He asked her out to protect her from 'boyfriends' who might use her, while she was waiting for Voldemort. He did like her, and she did like him. They broke up so he could go to the Yule Ball with Hermione and never got back together. Just clearing that up.

Secondly, I will be changing a lot of HBP… because I didn't like that much of it (e.g. the Ginny and Harry parts).

Please review thank you… again I expect at least 10: but if you want to leave 20 I won't mind!