So there may be two mistakes in this chapter. First of all the thing that Dumbledore puts his memories (or other people's memories) into, I may have spelled it wrong. And his pheonix may have spelled its name wrong too. I looked it up on wikipedia and the way they spelled it there is the way I spelled it here. If it's wrong, tell me! Cause it is wikipedia, and we just never know with that site. Anywho, enjoy! Reviews are welcome!
Chapter 4
"Sevi, are you ok?" Aurian asked as he looked at the weary professor lying on his bed.
"I'm just tired."
"Remember when we'd stay up all night planning revenge on James Potter?" Aurian asked as he looked through a book lying on the floor.
"Yes. It's amazing how much I've changed and you…really haven't." Aurian sent a pleading look towards the worn out professor.
"Sevi, don't."
"Can't help it. I'm…jealous."
"Why?"
"Cause you will always be young and beautiful. I've worn away into an old saggy coot."
"Old and saggy my ass! You've just grown wiser and more intelligent. You're a great wizard."
"I'm a school teacher. Some great wizard I've turned out to be." Aurian couldn't take all the self-pity anymore. He stood from the floor and crawled into bed next to Snape.
"No matter how old you get, or how different you may change, I'm always going to be your friend. No matter what you do." Snape offered a half-smile and turned away from the vampire. "Sevi, you're the only one I've got left. Don't push me away like he did."
"You still care about him?"
"Of course! We shared so much together. I gave up my life entirely for him."
"You've got it back now though."
"Not…really." Snape turned his head to look at the vampire quizzically.
"Care to explain?"
"Once again, not really." Snape rested his head against the pillow and shut his eyes. Aurian stood from the bed and looked out the window. "I'm going out. I'm kind of hungry."
Professor McGonagall walked into the common room where Harry, Ron and Hermione sat doing their homework. They all looked up in unison at her. "Harry, Dumbledore would like to speak with you." Harry stood up at once and followed the elderly woman out of the common room.
"What's this about professor?" Harry asked as he walked as fast as he could to keep up with the woman.
"You'll find out soon enough. Dumbledore thinks it's time."
"For what?"
"As I said. You'll find out soon enough." They walked to the entrance of Dumbledore's office. "Banana cream." The golden statue began to move revealing the spiraling staircase that Harry had grown accustomed to seeing each time the password was said. "There you go Harry. Up the stairs quickly." Harry did as he was instructed and climbed the stairs as quickly as he could. He had to catch his breath as he stood at the top of the stairs.
"My, my Harry. In a hurry are we?" Dumbledore asked as he sat at his desk petting Fawkes. Harry smiled at the headmaster before approaching his desk.
"Professor Mc-"
"I know. I asked her to fetch you. I wanted to show you something. Something that may come in handy one day." Dumbledore moved over to his pensieve and motioned for Harry to come with him. He placed a silvery strand of a memory into the pensieve and he and Harry traveled down into the memory.
Harry and Dumbledore both arrived in what looked to be Slytherin's dormitories. Harry looked around the room. He had only been in the room once before during his second year at Hogwarts. A young Voldemort came into the room with Aurian close behind. They were both smiling about something. Harry was amazed. Aurian looked just the same as he did in the present time. His jagged blue hair framed his face bringing out his bright red eyes. "Did you enjoy watching the game?"
"Yeah. I've never actually seen a Quidditch game before. It was rather exciting."
"Except for the part where it started to rain." They both laughed and fell onto the couch with each other.
"I thought you looked rather handsome with your hair dripping wet. And your clothes being so soaked they stuck to you." Tom Riddle blushed and looked away from the vampire.
"You know, I've never actually enjoyed watching a Quidditch game that much before. I used to think of them as pointless wastes of time."
"I'm glad you decided to change your mind."
"Me too." The two sat in silence looking at each other. "Um, you know, Slughorn, my Potions teacher?"
"The fat one?"
"Yeah. Well, he told me something today."
"About?"
"Horcruxes." Aurian looked at him with confusion in his fiery eyes.
"I was a muggle before a vampire. You'll have to forgive me. I don't know what that that is."
"Oh. Sorry. Well it's an object really. Something you can put your soul into so you can stay alive. Almost like being immoral. With that, I wouldn't have to die. We could always be together." Tom smiled brightly, something that Harry had never seen before. Tom was extremely handsome but usually Harry was turned off because he knew what the student would one day become. But for some reason, he seemed captivated by him now.
"Tommy, as much as I'd love for that to happen, I'm sure there is a price to it."
"Who cares? Don't you want us to be together?"
"Of course. But, I just don't want you to damage your soul for me. Mine's already damaged and condemned. Yours isn't. You have a beautiful and pure soul. Why would you want to give it up and harm it?"
"Because I want to be with you." Aurian fidgeted nervously under Tom's gaze.
"I…I can't accept that." Tom seemed not to understand. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Why?"
"Because, it's not true."
"Aurian, everything I have done I have done for you! Everything I have worked for has been for you! I want us to be together. I want us to have a family, to be rich so I could buy you anything you want! I want us to have the best life together. I want to be with you, forever." Aurian scooted away from the boy.
"Forever is a long, long time Tommy. You don't understand the meaning of the word." Tom's expression grew cold, almost evil. He sighed angrily and stood from the couch.
"You've been acting strangely recently. Do you not love me anymore?" Aurian stood and wrapped his arms around Tom's waist. Tom rested his head back against the vampire's shoulder.
"I love you. I just don't think you love me the way you think you do."
Harry felt himself being pulled from the memory. He stood in Dumbledore's office with a pouting expression. Dumbledore seemed to catch on. "Your thought's Harry?"
"Aurian knew. Aurian knew what he was planning on didn't he?"
"Yes. You see I've been examining these memories for a while now. I've learned that Tom Riddle really did love Aurian, but I believe there was a time when he stopped loving, and started pretending. You see, I think he had a plan. Aurian is immortal, and Tom Riddle wanted to be immortal. I think he tried to force Aurian to make him immortal and when that plan failed, he went to Slughorn in an attempt to find another way to become immortal. Why he kept pretending even after that is still a mystery to me."
"How do you know he was pretending though? Aurian is still in love with Voldemort."
"It is only my own opinion. That is why I want you to analyze these memories with me. I want your opinions on them as well."
"What about Aurian?"
"He'd rather not visit the past. When he gave me this memory, he began to cry."
"Aurian's really had a tough life huh?"
"Indeed so. Any other opinions you have on this memory?"
"Aurian was trying to stop him from becoming immortal. He was also trying to warn Voldemort that immortality isn't all it's cracked up to be."
"Yes, very good."
"I have one objection to your opinions though, sir. I believe Voldemort loved Aurian. I don't think he ever stopped either. Aurian told me something that made me think so." Dumbledore didn't speak. He waited for Harry to continue. He simply peered over at the boy through his half-moon spectacles. "Aurian told me that Voldemort trusted him with something very important. I think that may be the Horcrux."
"And I gather that Aurian does not want to give this Horcrux up?"
"No. I think that's the last thing he wants."
"Very well. I'll see you when I come across another interesting memory of this pair. Until then, good night, Harry." Harry left Dumbledore's office. As he walked down the long corridors he came across Aurian looking out a window.
"Aurian!" Harry greeted elatedly. The vampire turned around and smiled lightly at the boy. "What are you doing up?"
"I don't require sleep, but sometimes I still do to pass the time, right now I've got a lot on my mind."
"Want to talk about it?"
"Oh…I don't know. Just, well, it's silly really."
"I won't laugh."
"It's Snape. He's gotten himself in this weird state where he's jealous of me. It's, sad really. He's upset because he's gotten so old and I've stayed so young."
"Well you two are friends. He saw himself getting older and you getting younger."
"It's not my fault Harry! I didn't ask to be like this! I wish my sire had just killed me! He gave me no choice!" Tears pricked at the sides of Aurian's eyes. Harry didn't know what to do. He just stood there awkwardly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go off on you."
"It's fine. Er, I have a question though, about Tom Riddle." Aurian's eyes held some hesitation but he waited for Harry to continue. "Was there a time in your relationship where you thought he had started to fall out of love with you?"
"Harry, there were plenty of times where he was angry at me but never once did he ever lie to me."
"Just asking. Well, goodnight."
"Harry, why?"
"Because, I saw a memory of the two of you tonight. He told you about the Horcrux." Aurian's eyes flashed in remembrance.
"He loved me then. He even loved me after. And I know he still loves me today."
"Then why did you try so hard to push him away?"
"Because I was trying to stop him!" A new set of tears flew down Aurian's face. "I knew what he was becoming and I knew what his mind was thinking! Remember? I can read what is on the surface of someone's mind. You very well know that! He wanted power. He wanted to control the world! I tried to stop him, pretending that he only wanted to be immortal because he only wanted to be with me. I knew his true intentions and I tried to stop him. But…I failed."
"It's alright Aurian. The point is that you tried."
"No Harry, you don't understand. After I failed, I couldn't stop. I wanted to be with him so badly. And he treated me so well even then."
"But then one day he cast you off?" Harry retorted.
"It was my fault."
"What was?"
"I'd rather not say, Harry. I'm sorry."
"It's ok. Goodnight Aurian."
"Night Harry. I really am, sorry." Harry walked back to Gryffindor tower in thought. Aurian was still apologizing but for what? Harry was still completely baffled by his apologies. He had to tell Dumbledore about his run-in with Aurian that night. It would most likely help them with the memories.
It was storming outside. Harry sighed as he looked out the window during his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Professor Snape seemed completely unaffected anymore by the little episode that occurred two nights before. Aurian sat on the balcony above the class in front of the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. He was reading a book and swinging his feet. Harry couldn't take all these classes and homework anymore. He wanted to know more. He wanted to know about Voldemort and Aurian's relationship, he wanted to know why Aurian was sorry and he wanted to know what Aurian was hiding from him. "Potter! Answer my question."
"Sorry sir. I wasn't listening." Snape's cold eyes stared at the boy.
"Five points from Gryffindor, for not paying attention." Harry wanted to protest but he decided to bite his tongue. After class was over he told Ron and Hermione to go on to the next class without him. Snape was about to go up to his office when he noticed Harry was still standing there. "Potter, I'm not changing my mind. You were off daydreaming."
"It's fine, professor. I wanted to actually speak with Aurian?"
"Don't you have class?"
"Yes, but…it's important." Aurian slowly descended the stairs and stood at the base, just looking at Harry.
"It's fine Sevi, I'll listen to him."
"I was just wondering, when did he ask you to leave him?" Aurian hesitated for a moment.
"Well, I actually left him once and then went back after I met Sevi. But he left me exactly one hour before your parents were killed."
"Why so exact?"
"I don't know. Ask him."
"You do know. You just won't tell me."
"Harry, some things are better off not knowing. Go to your next class or you'll be late." Harry's ears reddened. He was about to scream when he saw Aurian take out a silvery liquid-like strand from his mind. He placed the memory into a small glass jar and handed it to Harry.
"It's not much. But it may help you."
"Does it deal with any of what I'm asking?"
"If you look really hard." Harry didn't want to go to the next class. He ran as fast as he could to Dumbledore's office. He stopped suddenly when he noticed he didn't know the password. "Drats!" Suddenly, the griffin began to expose the spiraling staircase. Harry wondered if "drats" had in fact been the password at the time. However it was very un-Dumbledore-like.
"Oh, Harry! So nice to see you," Dumbledore said as he walked down the staircase covering up one of his arms quickly. Harry smiled up at his headmaster.
"I've got another memory! Aurian just gave it to me!" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. Harry placed the jar in Dumbledore's hand.
"Tonight Harry. First, you must go to class. I'll give you a note excusing your tardiness." A note magically was placed in Harry's hand and Dumbledore began to walk away.
"Wait! I talked to Aurian about the memory we visited last night!" Dumbledore paused and turned to face the boy again.
"And?"
"He said that Voldemort never stopped loving him. Even after Voldemort graduated they still continued to see each other. It wasn't until, well they split the night Voldemort killed my parents."
"Go to class Harry. Thank you for the information though." Harry huffed all the way to his Transfiguration class. He wanted to see that memory now! Now! Harry gave the note to Professor McGonagall and took his seat next to Ron.
"What kept you so late? You and Aurian have a bit of a snogging fest?" Ron laughed.
"Ron for God's sake! We're not dating!"
"Mr. Potter, silence please."
"Sorry Professor." McGonagall turned back to showing the class the proper wand movements for turning the animals in front of them into crystal statues.
"Sure you're not," Ron said sarcastically.
"Ron, I'm not gay. I like girls!"
"Anything you say Harry. But if I were gay, I'd date Aurian too."
I thought Ron's last remark was funny. Mayby you didn't but oh well. I've already got the next chapter written so it won't take so long to update next time.
