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Chapter 10- Lord Voldemort's Past
That Saturday the students went on a day trip to the village that we first arrived in. We found out it's name was Hogsmead, the only all wizard village in Britain. But the trip wasn't very enjoyable. A girl had got hold of a cursed necklace, and now she was in the wizarding hospital. Hermione said it looked pretty bad, she could have died. A dreary mood seemed to settle over the castle after the girl was carried off. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were impacted the most I think. They kept whispering about Katie (the girl) and how Draco Malfoy was responsible. That was the boy that Albus mentioned...
The day after, Edward and I walked to Albus's office for the lesson with Harry. We said the password to the gargoyle and started moving up the spiral staircase. When we reached the top I heard Harry's voice. We stood there for a moment and listened.
"Proffessor," Harry said, "did Professor McGonagall tell you what I told her after Katie got hurt? About Draco Malfoy?"
"She told me of your suspicions, yes." said Albus.
"And you-"
I shall take all appropriate measures to investigate anyone who might have had a hand in Katie's accident," I opened the door, Albus saw me and inclined his head then said dismissively, "What concerns me now Harry, is our lesson."
"Won't you come in, Edward and Bella?" We stepped inside and stood on either side of Harry.
"Harry remembers where we left the tale of Lord Voldemort's beginnings, but I will fill you in. We left off at the point where the hansome muggle Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort's father, had abandoned his witch wife, Merope; and returned to his family home in Little Hangleton. Merope was left alone in London, expecting the baby who would one day become Lord Voldemort."
"How do you know she was in London?" Harry asked, glancing at me.
"Because of the evidence of Caractacus Burke, who, by and odd confidence, helped found the very shop whence the necklace that Katie unfortunately was cursed by.
Albus looked down at what looked to be a large basin full of silvery contents.
"This," Albus told me and Edward, "Is a pensieve. It allows us to delve into our fellow humans recollections. We are using it for our lessons to learn about Voldemort's past, through memories of others.
Albus swilled the contents of the pensieve and to my surprise a little old man, made of the same silver ghost-like material. His thick hair covered his eyes. It opened it's mouth and started speaking.
"Yes, we acquired it in curious circumstances. It was brought in by a young witch just before Christmas, oh, many years ago now. She said she needed the gold badly, well, that much was obvious. Covered in rags and pretty far along...Going to have a baby, see. She said the locket had been Slytherin's. Well, we hear that sort of story all the time, 'Oh, this was Merlin's, this was, his favorite teapot,' but then I took a look at it, it his mark all right, in a few simple spells were enought to tell me the truth. Of course, that made it near enough priceless she didn't seem to have any idea how much it was worth. Happy to get ten galleons for it. Best bargain we ever made!"
Albus gave the pensieve a severe shake and the Caractacus Burke decended into the swirling contents of the bowl.
"He only gave her ten galleons?!!" Harry asked, aghast.
"Caractacus Burke was not known for his generosity, that Edward and Bella, was a memory, soon we shall explore inside the pensieve, in another memory. A memory that I myself witnessed."
"Okay..." I said, a little puzzled.
"So, the reason that I showed you that, is because we now know that Merope was alone in London and in desperate need of gold, she was desperate enough to sell her one, and only, valuable possession. The locket that was one of Marvolo's most treasured family heirlooms."
"But she could do magic! Why didn't she use her wand to get food and everything?" Demanded Harry.
"Well, it is my belief-I am guessing again, but I'm sure I'm right- that when Tom Riddle senior abandoned her, Merope stopped using magic. I don't think she desired to be a witch any longer. The emotional despair and unrequited love sapped her powers. In any case, as you are about to see, Merope refused to raise her wand even to save her life, or her unborn child's.
"She wouldn't stay alive to save her son" Harry asked.
Albus raised his eyebrows, "is it possible your feeling sorry for Lord Voldemort?"
"No" Harry said quickly, " It's just she had a choice, didn't she? Not like my mother..." He looked at us questioningly to our reaction.
"Your mother had a choice to. Don't judge Merope too harshly Harry, she was weakened by long suffering and didn't have your mother's courage."
"What memory are we seeing today sir?" Harry asked.
"We are entering my memory. I think you will find it suitable. After you Harry... Come Edward and Bella. All you need to do is put your face into the pensieve after Harry." He smiled gently at us and we watched as Harry put is face into the basin and vanished. Edward walked over and followed suit. I followed him also. I was falling through darkness. And before I knew it we were standing in an old cobbled street. People bustled by, they didn't even notice four people appear out of no where.
"Can they see us?" Edward asked.
"No," Albus answered, " we are inside a memory. There I am!" Albus said joyfully. A younger Albus with long auborn hair, wearing a suit of plum velvet, the people were casting curious glances.
"Nice suit." Edward said playfully.
A square building with iron railing stood in front of them. They followed the younger Dumbledore, and discovered something young and malicious inside.
Lord Voldemort.
We were flying up through the pensieve, we landed on the office floor. It felt surreal, what I just saw.
"What did we just see?" I asked Albus, I was a little confused.
"We just viewed one of my memories, of Voldemort, or Tom Riddle at the time, as a child. I'm afraid he didn't make a great first impression on me." Albus smiled.
'But sir," Said Harry, "did you know then, what he would become?"
"Did I know that he would become the darkest wizard of all time, I did not. But I was weary of him. And, I'm sure he was aware of that. The other teachers saw him as a very talented orphan boy, with great charm and innocence. He did not convince me however, I'm afraid he let slip too much of his personality in our first meeting."
"When Riddle came out of the diary he said," Dumbledore didn't seem to like me as much as the other teachers" Harry said.
"Yes, when the Chamber of Secrets was first opened, I suspected him, and he knew that. Voldemort is all about power, whether it's stealing trinkets from fellow orphans, or unleashing a monster to kill muggle borns. Edward, Bella, these lessons, for lack of a better word, are to try to understand Voldemort, you are welcome to observe again, it is something, I think that is essential in beating him, I have told you his accomplishment over the years. We must dig through his past to find what we are looking for."
Harry looked at us with curiosity, he did not knw about the horcruxes yet, perhaps this is what the lessons were leading to. I wondered, what the horcruxes were exactly, what form did they take? Did this Voldemort lock his soul up in objects? Special magical places? I didn't know, but what I did know was that the look of greed, and evil, that little boy had on his face in the pensieve, was haunting. And I was just coming to understand what we were up against.
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