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Chapter 3. The first year of school.
Xavier sighed and went on about his work and continued to study and train he had already mastered the dark arts and had his fathers followers children as his allies. He knew very well that the sorting hat would place him in slytherin after all. As that is were he belonged he felt. The few days passed and it was the first day he vanished with heero to the train and waved goodbye to his brother and boarded the train and found a empty compartment and took a seat to wait.
Less than halfway through the ride Draco Malfoy came in the area and sat down across from him. Draco: So Xavier what are you doing coming to school? You don't need to. Do you? / Xavier: No. Draco I don't need the classes I have already mastered what we shall be learning. But to further my plans and my fathers I have to kill Dumbledore after all. And that is much better carried out if I am a student as well. Draco nodded and sighed he turned his head away and waited. He still wondered why Xavier had the lighting bolt scar. But he was never answered when he asked. He didn't know that the scar was the last Horcrux of The dark lord Voldemort's soul. But he sighed and settled for looking out a window with Xavier and after time they arrived and got out and into boats that took them to the school itself. Xavier sighed and walked inside and waited till they were called to the great hall. He knew Draco was following him and he did not mind at all.
The students went into the great hall and looked around as Professor McGonagall called the first name. The students went up one by one. Xavier wasn't paying any attention till draco was called and placed into slytherin. He sighed. McGonagall: Harry Potter. No one answered nor walked up though most kids looked to each other to see if anyone responded Xavier growled and sighed and waited till his name was called and he walked up and sat down on a stool and let the hat be placed on his head. Sorting Hat: Ah. young Mr. Potter or should I say Mr. Riddle. I see you have plenty of talent and courage but more than that you have cunning and a desire to protect the world and see people punished now were should I place you. You could belong in any house. / Xavier: Place me anywhere you desire. I do not care. But tell anyone what you see in my head and you will die along with everyone else who is not loyal to Voldemort. Do you understand hat? / Sorting Hat: Yes. Mr. Riddle I understand and it had better be. Slytherin. / Xavier: Good hat. Xavier stood and took off the hat and sighed and walked over and sat beside Draco.
Xavier sighed and walked down into the common room once they were released from the great hall and he sighed again and sat down on a couch to think. Professor Snape walked inside the common room and over to him. Snape: Mr. Riddle. The headmaster requests that you come with me to see him. Come now. Xavier growled and stood and followed Professor Snape to the headmaster Dumbledore's office. Xavier entered and took a seat in a chair as he noticed that Professor Snape remained outside of the office and Xavier glared at the Headmaster. He hated him. Xavier: Headmaster how may I help you? / Dumbledore: Mr. Riddle. Who is your father? / Xavier: I see you desire to know more about me it seems. My father is Lord Voldemort though I am allowed to call him Tom. My brother is the vampire King. And the one who killed Merlin after all. I am a vampire. A forgotten one. You cannot kill me and my power is infinite I am neutral for the most part. But I will fight back if I am attacked or perceive someone as a threat to me or my family. Xavier then stood and stormed out after erasing the headmaster's memories of the conversation and implanting in his mind that he was a normal boy and a muggle born his family couldn't do any magic and he was the first that could as far back as was remembered.
Xavier walked out and ran into Professor Snape and sighed and went into Snape's private quarters and sat down. He knew the Professor was a death eater and he told him everything he had originally told Dumbledore and he smiled as Snape gawked and shook his head. Snape: I see. Mr. Riddle you are very special indeed. I do not know what the headmaster desire's from you. But you have powers that I can only dream of if you really erased his memories and implanted fake ones after all. I have never heard of anyone that is able to. Expect maybe your brother and father. I am sorry. I will gather information for you. I will pass on anything that is helpful. If you promise to avoid using ancient magic inside the school no need to scare many people and make the headmaster suspicion of you after all. Xavier nodded and smiled again and stood and head back into the common room and up to his bedroom that the males in his year shared and he laid down on his bed and went into a light sleep and woke the next morning right before breakfast.
The next morning he got out of bed and went down and got his timetable and sighed sadly after reading it and continued to eat and he shook his head and stood and started toward his first class on the block of time. The months went by slowly until it was Halloween and on that night the defense teacher was killed by a dragon and Xavier attacked the dragon and killed it with a dark spell that was forgotten and he used his custom wand. He gulped and looked around and realized he was alone and he dashed into slytherin common room and sat down. Meanwhile Dumbledore called a teacher's meeting. Dumbledore: Everyone. Young mister Riddle. Has assured me his family are muggles. Has anyone noticed odd behavior from him or knowledge that he shouldn't have? / Snape: He knows potions some. He is like a raven claw in many ways after all. He studies all of the time. I rarely see him without a book. The other teachers agreed and Dumbledore let it drop and moved on to other topics that he wished them to hear about. He sighed as he realized that he needed a new defense teacher now that the dragon had killed the one he had. He looked to snape and got a nod in return of his question. Meanwhile Xavier was wondering what he was going to do. He knew that the ministry of magic could not trace that spell as it does not exist now days. But he was still worried about how the rest of the year would proceed. After all. He knew that only time would tell.