Hi everyone! Thanks for all the reviews! Now, to answer a few questions: 1. I normally don't update as fast as I have been doing, but you, my awesome reviewers, have permission to nag me without restraint to update if I don't update within two weeks! 2. Alyssa Riddle is a character that will become more involved as the story goes on, the only thing is, she wasn't born a Riddle . 3. Yes there will be father/son interaction, but not much during this chapter. I haven't decided whether to do a chapter in Harrison's point of view, and re-write the same chapter in Voldemort's, but that I can figure out later. Thank you for the reviews!
Emeralds
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!
Chapter 4: At First Sight
(AN: This chapter will be in Harrison's P.O.V.)
He woke up near dawn, with no idea what woke him up. He stretched out his magic to try and find the disturbance, closing his eyes to concentrated. His eyes flew open when he discovered what woke him up this early. Oh shit, he thought, he's here!
And so he was.
He ran to the window that overlooked the grounds, and looked up to the manor, and swore his heart stopped beating.
His father was standing there, just on top of the hill. And what really took the cake, was he was looking directly at him. His jade green eyes widened as crimson ones bored straight into him. Shit, shit, shit! He's looking right at me! Oh shit, is he smirking? Yes, his father was smirking, almost like he heard everything he thought. Which, he wouldn't put it past the man to look into his mind. He was pretty sure his father had felt the magic he'd used to find what woke him up, that could be, should be, the only reason he knew he was here, in the caretaker's shack, instead of in the manor with his mother and brothers. As he saw the smirk grow, he ducked out of the window, sliding down beside it.
Breathe, he told himself, In and out, in and out, come on you can do this.
Yeah right.
He stiffened as he heard a chuckle near the window, and then footsteps as the chuckle faded away. His father was walking away. He didn't relax until the wards around his shack alerted him that his father had left the area, and even then, he was alert. His father had caught him off guard, and it had shaken him tremendously. It couldn't happen again.
Who knows what would happen then.
He sighed as he exited the bathroom. After the incident in the morning, he had fled to the bathroom to seek comfort in his bath tub, one he only used in stressful situations. The water had been scalding hot, but he loved soaking in it. He had merely sat there, soaking, for hours before forcing himself out to get dressed. During those hours he had thought about many things, his father for one.
The man confused him. According to his mother, the man was a cruel, heartless bastard. Then why did he have memories of his father from his first year of age, memories that showed a soft, parental side of his father that he was sure no one but him had ever seen. Of course, it wouldn't have been the first time Bellatrix had lied to him, but then, why lie to the other two? And if his father had heard about her comment, he could kill her (not that he'd miss her, in fact he would rejoice, he hated her) for her insolence, or at the very least, toruture her. Why would she say it if it were not ture?
But then, there were his own memories. His own mind was trying to tell him about his father the way he remembered him, not the way Bellatrix had described him. Did his father truly know he was the heir? Was that why his father spent all his time witih him as a child, and not his brothers? Or was it for an entirely different reason?
Just thinking about it made his head hurt.
The old grandfather clock chimed, signaling that it was around nine o'clock in the morning. Too early for his mother and brothers to be up, thank the Maker. He slipped out of the shack, dressed in a regular black tee and jeans with black converse. He was in a 'black' mood today. He slipped into the dinning hall with ease, but was alert the whole time. He knew his father was in the manor, but he didn't know where. He didn't want to chance meeting his father before he was ready to. His father could read right through his mask, as was the gift of being Lord of House Slytherin, and him being the Heir.
Sometimes he hated pure-blood traditions.
He looked around the empty dinning hall, directing his thoughts away from those particular areas. He noticed how eerie it looked and felt, even when the molten sun was on the climb in the swirling cerulean sky. He decided to head down to the kitchens, knowing it would be a little more comforting. He may not be used to the comfort, but it didn't mean he didn't welcome it.
He never noticed the eyes following him in amusement.
He opened the door to the kitchens, immediately being greeted by his favorite house-elf, Sky. Sky had cared for him as a child. When Bellatrix failed to give him food, Sky always brought him his share. When he was bruised and hurt from his brohter's roughhousing, Sky healed him. Even though Bellatrix tried everything from ordering her to giving her clothes, to prevent her from helping him, Sky wouldn't listen to her. She had been his father's personal house-elf, and his father had assigned her to him. Therefore, only he and his father had any control over Sky, whatsoever.
He was fine with that.
He had little warning when he felt her attack him, hugging him.
"Master Harrison!" she said excitedly, her Caribbean blue eyes shinning. If any house-elf was beautiful, it was Sky. She had lovely eyes that shinned, her ears were more like cat ears, and her skin was a tan color and not wrinkly. She was extremely young in house-elf years, but she was half of his hight. He smiled at her excitement.
"Hello Sky." he said softly. Her eyes brightened at the greeting.
"Would you like the usual Master?" she asked politely. While he was learning grammar and English, he taught it to Sky as well. He thought she would make nice conversation when she could speak properly. He was not wrong. He quickly nodded, and smiled when she immediately got to work. Sky loved working. Soon, the delicious smell of his breakfast wafted over to him, and his stomach gave a rather loud grumble.
He flushed in embarassment when he heard Sky's laughter a few workspaces over, but he froze when he heard another laugh join in. This laugh was warm, loving, kind, but powerful, and firm. He knew this laugh.
And as he turned around, he had to force himself to breathe at regular intervals. This is what he had been dreading, he thought as he stared at the form leaning against the sealed doors; the only exit from the kitchen.
His father was standing directly in front of him, and he had nowhere to go, and not a single idea what to do. As he looked into smirking red eyes, he knew exactly what was happening.
A confrontation.
Shit.
END OF CHAPTER!
Hi everyone! Sorry for the delay, but it was end of quarter this week, and I had boat loads of project due because I had been out sick for a week. Anyways, I'm sorry about the short chapter. The next one will be longer, promise! But I'm not making any promises about when I'm goint to post it, because I myself have no idea.
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Emeralds