Mary and Gary go to Hogwarts
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Serpie smirks in a very wicked Slytherin fashion.
Mary and Gary go to Hogwarts
Chapter one: Have you ever made a wish?
It was a cold, clear moonlit night in the fall when Tom Marvolo Riddle, Head Boy and student extraordinary, stood at his favourite Hogwarts area: the Astronomy Tower. Looking over the crenellated ramparts, Tom stared into thin air with a deep, contemplative expression all over his elegant, noble features. His piercing forest green eyes, which could penetrate deep into your very soul, shone brighter than the most expensive emeralds as he was aiming them at the romantic, always full moon high up in the sky. His slightly raised head gave off an illusion of nobility as his pale complexion enhanced the angelic yet masculine bone-structure of his face.
The small breeze that flew around him brushed his long black Hogwarts cloak, making it swirl and bellow impressively, while his thick, luscious, raven-black hair, which every girl, woman and several boys wanted to rub their hands through, was losing the impeccably neat coupe he always maintained. It made him even more attractive to the naked eye when a blue aura deepened the pitch-black colour of his wavy hair. He breathed power; the way his tall, thin and Seeker-toned body cast a dark shadow on the tower's hard stone surface. His arms folded over each other, Tom was the poster boy of determination, a self-made man, who would create his own fortune and future; unstoppable.
To the outside world, Tom had it made. He was the epiphany of success. The poor orphan who turned into a very prince. His teachers all, well … except for one, praised his immense intelligence and magical prowess. His future was believed to be filled with power, success and glamour. Minister of Magic was already whispered in awe behind his still wet behind the ears, seventeen year old back. His fellow students adored the very ground he walked on and they did everything he told them to do out of respect and fear of his amazing magical abilities. And all the girls in Hogwarts wanted to be able to say they were the handsome, charming Head Boy's girlfriend.
Yet Tom was not happy, though his unreadable features never showed his true emotions. He kept them hidden from others in the deep dark vault his heart and soul were supposed to be. Having felt the cruelty of the world so often, he created this untouchable charade. A façade so you will. He named this creation, this act: Lord Voldemort. One should wonder why this seemingly fortunate, intelligent boy was so miserable. Well, it had everything to do with his tragic and sad past.
You see Tom grew up in a Muggle orphanage, among people who did not value nor understood his Wizarding heritage. He was called a freak; a monster; the devil. Having heard those labels from an early age on, poor, little, innocent Tom began to believe in them. After all, his own mother was killed by him or so the woman, who ran the orphanage together with her evil husband, told him repeatedly. His own mother bled to death, while giving birth to him and this was, naturally, his fault, because he was strange. All babies were supposed to cry, but he never did or so he was told. His body became bruised and mutilated from the blows it received with the cane for what they called 'unusual behaviour'. And he was hit on a daily basis by the evil, diabolical husband, who disciplined the children. They claimed they wanted to beat the devil out of him. And Tom knew they tried their best to do so, because the blows became even harder when the man had too much to drink, which was often. But it was for his own good. He was an evil, little boy after all.
During a summer trip, Tom found a hurt, little snake. He kept the tiny creature in his pocket and nursed it back to health carefully. To his surprise, it spoke to him and he understood what little Nagini said. The snake became his new best friend. However, Nagini, being an enterprising little thing, slithered out of his pocket and was discovered. Everybody screamed, and they screamed even louder when Tom talked to it. It was proof to all that he was Satan's spawn indeed. They killed Nagini and Tom was locked in a dark closet without food and water for days; crying over the loss of his precious pet.
So our misfit, Tom, had no friends in the orphanage, until one day … a beautiful blond, blue-eyed angel arrived. Her name was Mary Sue Three and she meant the world to him. Finally, his heart opened up around this Belle, who took him for what he was and made sure he was valued and no longer teased by the other children. Everybody loved Mary Sue Three and listened to her. At last, Tom's life became bearable and he woke every day with a cheer in his heart, knowing she was there for him. But one day she caught this nasty cough that wouldn't go away. The world turned dark when Mary Sue Three died and Tom was alone again, vowing to never feel the pain of love and loss ever again.
Mrs. Cole told him he was to blame for Mary Sue Three's death. The girl died, because he was evil and he had infected her with his devilish ways. Tom knew Mrs. Cole was right and at night he cried underneath his covers, while holding onto the book Nobody's boy by Hector Malot. It was Mary Sue Three's favourite book and Tom treasured it more than anything, because she gave it to him, telling him that one day he would be just as happy as Remi when he would find his true family. The book became more than a symbol to little Tom. It was his lifeline; his umbilical cord to her kindness and good heart. But the other children noticed Tom's attachment to the book and after he had been scrubbing the kitchen floor – one of his many every day chores -, he came back to the bed in his dormitory to find only ashes on his empty nightstand. They had burned his last connection with Mary Sue Three and Tom's heart turned as cold as ice.
From thereon Tom decided to be the person they all thought he was. And soon he was feared by everyone in the orphanage, because bad things happened to those who crossed his path. But deep down in his heart, he cried all day long, because he did not want to be a bad boy. He wanted to be a nice, good and loveable little kiddie. Only, no one liked him, so he had no choice but to be bad.
And then, this man, Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, came to the orphanage and told him he was a wizard. Finally, he had an answer to his many talents, to his strangeness; and what was even better, he was not alone! There were many others like him. With joy in his heart, Tom left for Hogwarts. But he found he was strange and not wanted again. Sorted into Slytherin, the pure-blood residence, our orphan Tom, who had no knowledge of his parents' heritage, was shunned and ostracised viciously. So he buried himself in his books and learned everything there was to know about magic, desperate to proof he belonged and fitted in.
Tom, quickly, became the best and brightest student Hogwarts had ever seen, but the other Slytherins still avoided him. They did not dare attack him, because they realised how powerful he was, but his blood remained a huge blockade. He hated every single one of those pure-blood bigots with a vengeance and vowed they would all bow down to him some day. It was when he discovered his true heritage and the Chamber of Secrets that he altered the balance in His House permanently in his direction. Now, they all wanted to know him, but he was not interested in their friendship anymore. Only their servitude to him mattered.
The only friend he had was Nagini Two as he named his new pet Basilisk very imaginative. He took Nagini Two everywhere with him, but then … the unthinkable happened. Nagini and Tom returned to the second floor girl's bathroom when a shrill voice shrieked.
'Go away!' said Myrtle and she died.
Scared out of his wit, Tom locked Nagini back up in the statue of Salazar Slytherin. Afraid they would kill Nagini for his mistake and close Hogwarts, he framed Rubeus Hagrid and his Acromantula. Tom made sure the large, oversized spider got away, but he could not prevent Headmaster Dippet from expelling Hagrid. It pained him to see the huggable half-giant take the fall for his crime, but he had to protect Nagini and he didn't want them to send him back to the orphanage and break his wand. Hogwarts was his ancestral home. It was all he had.
Having the knowledge of his new Slytherin identity, Tom apparated to Little Hangleton during his summer holiday. Abraxas Malfoy had supplied him with the Ministerial Family Slytherin Tree and he now realised he had a living uncle in the Gaunt family. It was a huge disappointment. Morphin Gaunt was completely bonkers and lived in a filthy environment, dressed in rags. But when Tom heard his father was still alive and rich, he felt incredibly happy. Finally, Mary Sue Three's premonition would come true. He would be like Remi and live happily ever after with his biological family. Tom Marvolo Riddle skipped joyous to the large manor to talk to his "daddy".
His father, however, wanted nothing to do with wizard trash like him. Tom Riddle Senior called him a menace, a fraud, a demon and a thief. He pulled a gun on his frozen-to-the-ground son, whose dreams of belonging were shattered ruthlessly. As he aimed, young Tom's defences kicked into gear. He whipped out his wand and called out the first thing that came to mind: 'Avada Kedavra.'
A dash of green struck his nasty, irresponsible, Who-Had-It-Coming father in the chest and Tom Riddle Senior was no more. Crying over his happy-ever-after-loss, Tom left in a daze. He knew he was truly lost to darkness from now on and that he had only himself to rely on. No, of course, he didn't kill his grandparents too. That would make him really evil, which would be inconvenient to our plot. It's better not to mention their existence. According to history, they were never there as has been testified to by many other writers before us. Just check this site and you'll see.
Anyway, Tom came back to Hogwarts, a true murderer as he saw himself and he acted upon that. He became the devil, everyone had always deemed him to be, the unofficial leader of Slytherin House and as such he terrorised everyone to do his bidding. Lord Voldemort was the name he fashioned himself with after that summer. He would no longer bare the name of his filthy Muggle father among those who followed him. Shutting down all feelings and emotions, he dabbled richly in the Arts and turned the people around him into his servants or his enemies. Either way, you were screwed.
His charming façade kept the adults at bay and helped him retain every goal he set himself. He would be the greatest wizard of all. He would beat Death himself. That school year he laid down the line and out of fear everyone around him worshipped his every breath. Tom became the most powerful and popular wizard in school. It was his way or… You get the picture.
But his new found popularity had not brought him the happiness he so desperately sought and poor, misguided Tom was lonelier than ever. He entered his seventh year as Head Boy. It had been obvious the title would go to him. Only Dumbledore was suspicious of his motives; only Dumbledore didn't trust him. But Dumbledore alone he could handle. Headmaster Dippet had always been his number one fan and Tom had played his cards right. This year he was staying in the famous Head Dorms, which had his own exquisite common room, an illustrious library, a joined-bathroom the size of a swimming pool, and many more luxuries that he felt were due to be his.
Tom had the place all to himself, because the Head Girl had decided not to come to Hogwarts for her final year because of another sad and tragic family incident. Headmaster Dippet had sloppily not been able to decide on her replacement yet. Tom was not looking forward to sharing his new private place with any of the dolts that were a part of the girls' population at Hogwarts in 1944. Was it so hard to create a beautiful, intelligent, stunning, smashing, powerful, smart, pure-blood, happy, and good witch for him? He had not met one who matched his intelligence and cunning. These were the things that went to Tom's, scratch, Lord Voldemort's mind when he was standing at the top of the Astronomy Tower that night.
He loved to come there and think. It was silent and quiet. Nobody knew he came here, so it was one of the few places he could be himself undisturbed. He had it all. The key to immortality had been supplied by goofball Slughorn, so his goal to defeat Death had been reached. And he knew he already was the greatest sorcerer alive. He just had to keep it hush-hush at the moment. No, he had it all, but still our silly Slytherin had not gained the one thing he wanted most: an equal; a girl to be his, forever. A girl, who would warm his heart and save his shredded soul for eternity.
Unknown to everyone – well, unknown to us in the real world – Tom was a romantic fellow and his character ran with the deepest of thoughts. Poetry was his passion and the only method he used to describe his true emotions if only to himself. That night on the Astronomy Tower, Tom recited his latest gem.
...
I am so alone,
There is no home.
I see your eyes above the sky
I ask myself, oh why, oh why.
So sad, unfair, you had to go
My sweet, how I miss you so!
I feel my aching bleeding heart
By anger being ripped apart
I want to heal my broken soul
A soul that's almost turned to coal.
I look above, I see the moon
I want a friend, I need one soon!
I know the truth about myself
I have been treated like an elf!
I want to love, to care, to feel
Dear stars above please help me heal!!
...
A single tear ran down the handsome, pale cheek of Emo! Tom. And in the sky up above his prayer was heard and a shooting star illuminated Tom's face as he made his wish.
Stunned, Tom looked over the ramparts to the lake where a strange bright flash was visible above the crystal clear water. With his eagle eye vision, he saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen land in the water and … drown!!
For some reason he knew he had to do something. Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, our hero raced to the lake and dove into the freezing, ice-cold water. It was very difficult to get to the drowning mermaid because of the amount of obstacles on Tom's way. There were a lot of different things swaying on the surface of the freezing water – a pink suitcase, a red suitcase, a black suitcase made of crocodile skin, a large bag with golden initials "MHSMNSSBGHRPCM", another bag, a small wooden box, a big iron box, a high-heeled leather boot, a gorgeous bra with cup size "E", a small radio, a golden toilet seat with fluffy pink feathers, a Witch Weekly magazine, Camasutra for pure-bloods, heavy chains and a collar with metallic lashes. Yes, they all floated.
But Tom wasn't the most powerful wizard of his time for his Quidditch-muscled-toned-six-packed body and his gorgeous, charming eyes of the colour of waves in Hawaiian shores. Quickly catching up with the stunning, now submerged girl, he fished her out of the water … away from the clutches of Death and the now sunken golden toilet seat. Her body felt like a Popsicle when he carried her to the infirmary. Her long blond silken hair was now wet, but it still shone like a halo. Tom didn't see her eyes, as they were closed, but her huge midnight-black with red sparks eyelashes somehow told Tom that her eyes had to the colour of melted chocolate mixed with nougat cream.
Only two seconds later Tom made it to the infirmary with his precious mermaid still in his gentle arms. The Mediwitch was nowhere to be seen, so Tom did the only thing he could – he laid the beauty onto the bed and kissed her nose. If he didn't do something and did it fast, this angel would be dead soon.
'No, not her as well,' promised Tom to the wall as there was nobody else to hear him.
He took a small vial from a hidden pocket in his socks and uncorked it. The liquid was the same colour as a diamond, crystal clear and very expensive. Very gently he poured the liquid into the beauty's mouth, noticing that her tongue was adorned with a big, shiny sapphire in the form of a star. Just when he closed her mouth, he heard that the Nurse, Mediwitch, Healer, Witch Doctor, or otherwise known as The-Jo-Named-It-But-We-Couldn't-Remember-And-Were-Too-Lazy-To-Research-It-Properly, was returning.
'Oh, dear Merlin, Tom! Who is this?' the School Doc-Miss asked, while drooling at the sight of the handsome Quidditch player with his wet shiny midnight-blue hair.
'I'm not sure, but she needs our help,' replied Tom, while looking at the mermaid.
'Please tell the Headmaster about it, Tom. I will take care of her,' the Medi-Heal-Star asked Tom quietly.
Without a word, Tom Riddle, the Head Boy and the Gold Medal Champion of "Swimming with Obstacles", left the infirmary and his new best friend.
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Maryione opened her eyes, having used her inert LeFay Healing Magic to allow Tom's Secret Master Healing Potion to process her recovery with lightning speed. She looked around; white walls, uncomfortable, small beds and a NurHealDoc.
'Infirmary,' thought Maryione.
She looked down at herself and saw a plain white cotton nightgown. 'Ewwww,' she said out loud.
Why was she dressed like that?
Maryione felt her blood turn into ice, again. Where was her luggage? So many expensive and fashionable things… 'Please, Merlin, let them be alright!' prayed the victim of yet another airport messed-up time-travel.
'Oh, I see you're awake, dear!' The Yoyo-Nurse rushed to the now very awake patient. 'How are you feeling?'
'Thank you, I'm all right! What year is it?' Maryione asked yawning, while looking over the Witch-Med-Doc who clearly wasn't Madam Pomfrey.
'Why, it's 1944 of course!' the Nose-Nurse said suspiciously, checking over the suddenly pleased patient.
'Could you call the Headmaster, please?' asked Maryione politely, while looking over her nails.
To her horror she found that one of the nails was broken and two other ones lacked their necessary and life-defining stones and golden circles. As if by a miracle, two people entered the room. The answer to her prayer was there.
'The one I have not seen before is small and resembles a monkey,' Maryione decided, disgusted.
The other person was Dumbledore, who looked much younger than in her time (surprise, surprise!!). She so had not suspected that to be the case.
'I have to talk to you, Albus,' said Maryione, making herself comfortable on the small bed.
Albus Dumbledore only twinkled with his light-blue eyes and smiled, while the other man, "The Monkey", looked at her and asked in an unkind voice: 'Dear miss, might I ask who you are and how come you apparated onto the Hogwarts grounds?'
'I have to talk to Albus first, Sir.' The Monkey was starting to annoy Maryione.
'Armando, please leave. I have to talk to the young miss,' ordered Albus Dumbledore sweetly.
The Headmaster only frowned but nevertheless he quickly left the infirmary. The HealAss followed when Maryione sent the Witch-Healer one of her all time famous glares.
'You must be Maryione Hermito Superfly Morgan Nerys Serpie Sue Black Gryffindor Hufflepuff Ravenclaw Peverell Cucaracha Merlin and you're here to help us save the future,' said Albus Dumbledore, looking at Maryione with twinkling blue eyes.
'Yes, I am, Albus. How did you know?' asked the Heiress to too many famous families slightly intrigued.
'And where the hell is my luggage?' she thought, annoyed. 'If somebody stole my priceless fashionable trendy items, they'll face my wrath!'
'My older self sent me a letter explaining everything. So no worries, I'll take care of everything. You'll be my granddaughter, Maryione Hermione Dumbledore. Is that alright with you?' Dumbledore asked, while putting an entire pack of lemon drops into his mouth.
Some candies missed the target and fell into his long auburn beard.
'Sure,' drawled Maryione lazily. 'Why am I in the infirmary?' she finally asked, distracted.
'You fell into the lake and you were resc…'
Dumbledore was interrupted by an exasperated, ear-piercing, mind-numbing shriek that came from Maryione when she heard that all her precious things were either damaged, or lost! Maryione was about to tell Dumbledore that she was going to sue the airport, no, Hogwarts if her things were not returned, when a door to the ward opened and HE stepped in.