The moment we choose to love we begin to move towards freedom,
to act in ways that liberate ourselves and others.
- Bell Hooks
The Queen of Serpents
Chapter Twelve
Yuletide Rituals
"speech"
thoughts
"parseltongue"
/mind speech/
=visions=
Writing
Hands were shaken, bags were packed, and they were off to the train, craning their necks for a last look at the castle.
Sa'zar smiled sadly. "Home. We are going home."
Tom threw a sharp look at their youngest brother. Sa'zar had been far too quiet since the attack on Justin. Tom's eyes flashed, a reddish light in their depths. How dare people blame his brother for the attacks? Only a fool would believe that Sa'zar would willingly cause such damage.
Unfortunately, most of the school seemed to consist of fools.
Harry frowned, a worried look in his emerald eyes. "It's only for a few weeks Sa'zar. We'll be back."
"Yeah." Dudley patted the tiny boy on the shoulder. "And in the meantime we celebrate the hols with Mum. Awesome, right?"
Sa'zar nodded, silver eyes dull and downcast. "Yeah," he mumbled. "Awesome."
Tom's eyes narrowed, and he winced as he bit down a trifle too hard on his finger tip. He really had to stop doing that. Muttering as he clenched his fist, he fumbled about one handed in his school bag. it had to be -
"Here!" Tom emerged, triumphantly lifting an old, worn book, its ancient covers stained with dark, unrecognisable fluids. "I wanted to show you this."
Harry's eyes widened. "Where did you get that? No, how did you get that?"
Dudley leaned forward, a look of horrified fascination on his face. "Tom is that - blood?"
Tom glanced at the reddish-brown smear Dudley was pointing to. "It's possible," he admitted. "but what I wan-"
"That's a Dark book." Sa'zar smiled, his eyes sparkling for the first time in weeks. "It's about all the different kinds of bonds. I saw it referenced in the Binding of Seven."
"Cool!" Dudley grinned broadly. "What's it for?"
"Good question." Harry glowered at Tom. "Because I remember someone saying something about not using Dark Magic."
Tom stiffened, a sure sign that he was feeling uncomfortable. "Yes... But this is different."
"How," Harry demanded, his eyes glaring daggers at his older brother.
"Well," Tom bit his index finger nervously. "I thought since we keep calling ourselves brothers that maybe..."
"Maybe what?"
"Maybe it was time that became more than simply figurative?"
Harry's eyes narrowed with sudden understanding. Dudley whistled, looking awed. And Sa'zar simply grinned, his eyes alight with glee.
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Petunia was waiting with a trolley on the platform when her sons disembarked. Sa'zar made a beeline for her side as soon as he saw her. "Siassha," he hissed miserably, clinging tightly as though he never intended to let go. "Siassha..."
Petunia gently rubbed her youngest's dark head. "Now, Sa'zar, you're home now. No need to cry." Sa'zar shook his head, sniffling. Petunia sighed, her eyes falling on the other three.
"Come along now. There's work to be done before Christmas and the faster you start the sooner you will finish." The brothers nodded, stacking their bags on the trolley. They followed Petunia as she walked briskly through the station, Sa'zar clinging to her sleeve. He was calmer now,though still emotional. He had missed Siassha these past few weeks. He had missed her protection. Siassha never let anyone hurt him.
Harry laughed as a snowflake landed on his cheek. It was good to be home. He could relax at Aunt Petunia's. No alliances, no Slytherin politics, no Boy-Who-Lived either. All he had to do was relax.
Well, that and chores, but he could live with decorating a tree.
Dudley watched the scenery flash by the car window. Mum had not mentioned it yet, but he knew she had set something up with Dad. Not that he minded staying with his father, but he would miss his brothers. Hope Dad doesn't try to buy me a toy store again, he thought irritably. It was not that he minded being given toys; he just wished that his Dad would realise that he could not be bought. Just how weak does he think I am?
Tom fingered his book's cover, eyes closed. He had spent weeks researching the ritual, which fortunately had turned out to not be that difficult. At least not the one he intended to use. They would do it on the solstice of course. it was the best day, and it would be an extra birthday gift for Sa'zar.
And when it was done they would be brothers. Real brothers. And he would have a family, a real family. Tom rubbed the small portrait in his pocket. "Would you have liked my family? Do you?"
Unseen beneath the fabric, Merope nodded.
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Petunia was not exactly thrilled about Tom's plan. "You do realise," she snapped, every word cool and clipped, "that this could be considered illegal?"
Tom bit his finger, hoping he would not sound too defensive. "It's not illegal - technically. Not if we have permission from our guardian - you -have an over age witch or wizard - me - and a fully qualified practitioner - also me - performing the spell."
Petunia's frown deepened. "And why, exactly, am I going to giving you my permission?"
It was Tom's turn to frown. "It's not dangerous, Tuney. It's basically the same thing the mundane kids do, except that magically we will be viewed as brothers. And it is a bit more ritualistic then just pressing your fingertips together. It is rather simple really."
Petunia simply shook her head. "What does the spell do Tom? I suggest you tell me or I will forbid it."
Tom winced. "It.. It forms a binding. Magically we will appear to as brothers. We will always be able to point in the direction of the others. We will be able to share each others emotions. Not like that," he added hurriedly. "We can block each other too. But if, say, Harry is attacked, I will know and be able to help."
Petunia nodded slowly. Some what relieved, Tom continued. "Some bindings allow for the sharing of thoughts and magic, but those are far more complex. They're also rather dangerous. This is the regular one. It is completely safe. The only real change is that a magical test will show us to be brothers. Which - so far as magic is concerned - we will be."
Petunia tapped her cheek, considering. "How will this ritual effect the 'other you'?"
Tom froze. "I.. I cannot believe I never even considered that. You are right Petunia; I should have."
"Indeed you should have."
Tom nodded, flushing slightly. "I..cannot be certain. He is me, but..." He shook his head. "At best it will not effect him. That seems likely, actually. After all, the blood wards allow me in, but they refuse him. Since this bonding is a blood binding it makes sense that the same rule would apply." He nodded slowly, thinking it over. "That and he does not have a body. This is connected to blood, not the soul and since the 'other me' doe not share a body with me the spell could not effect him."
"And if it did?"
"It won't," Tom stated firmly. "But if it did he would have a quite a bit of trouble hurting Harry in the future."
Petunia frowned, considering. "Very well. But only if I am watching."
Tom blinked. "Wha- You'll let s do it?"
Petunia nodded. "It sounds very much like one of those things children do, only slightly more real. I will be watching however."
Tom nodded, forcing down a smile. For someone who had spent so much time hating magic Tuney had truly come a long way. "Do you want to see the spell?"
"You can show me later. I have a cake to finish."
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"Happy Birthday!"
Sa'zar's eyes widened, all traces of sleepiness vanishing. A huge grin spread across his face. "Siassha!"
Petunia gathered her youngest into her arms. "Happy Birthday Sa'zar. Now eat your breakfast. We have a lot to do today."
Sa'zar nodded, joining his brothers at the kitchen table. Harry handed him a plate with toast, eggs, bacon, and - of course - chocolate chip muffins. "Enjoy it Sa'zar. I don't intend to get up at five to cook you breakfast every day."
Sa'zar nodded, taking a bite of the muffin. "Shankx," he mumbled.
Dudley grinned at Sa'zar as he dragged out a long thin box wrapped in sparkling blue and silver paper. "Here you go!"
"It's from us." Tom smiled, unable to keep his eagerness from shining through.
Grinning, Sa'zar tore off the paper, then, with his brothers willing help, opened the box. Inside was an easel, sketchpad, oil paints, charcoals, inks, pens and nibs, and everything else a young artist could possibly want or need. Sa'zar's eyes were as wide as saucers as he took in the various supplies."it's..It's.. It's perfect! Thank you!" He yanked his brothers into a bone crushing group hug.
Tom managed fifteen seconds before attempting to extricate himself. He considered it an accomplishment. "Should we not be eating breakfast," he reminded the others stiffly. "We do have an important ritual to perform today."
"Right." Sa'zar leaped up, eyes still shining like silver stars. That glint was all the warning Tom had.
Dudley and Harry burst into laughter as their older brother stoically accepted his second hug in as many minutes.
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"Any particular reason you chose this place?" Tom glanced dismissively at the overgrown backyard. The house attached to it could have been nice, but for the peeling paint and broken woodwork.
Petunia nodded, lips pursed. "This was my parents house. It was a joint inheritance for my sister and I. Neither of us wanted to live here, but we never quite managed to get around to selling it either."
Harry's eyes narrowed, and he scanned the yard as though seeking a snitch. "My Mum lived here? Did she leave anything?" He tried not to sound to eager, but some of his hope leaked through despite his best efforts.
Petunia nodded stiffly. "When we are done I could show you her room. I seem to recall her leaving some pictures there." Pictures of Lily and herself when they were younger. By the time of their mother's passing neither had wanted anything to do with the other, and so the pictures had been left behind.
Harry shot his aunt a grateful smile. "That would be great, Aunt Petunia. Thanks."
"Harry! C'mon," Dudley waved his cousin over. "Tom says he's ready."
Harry jogged over to his brothers. "So, what now?"
"Now," Tom said grimly, "we begin." He knelt the ground, drawing a pentagram in the soil. Around the edges of the star Sa'zar inscribed odd symbols with quick deft strokes that spoke of long practice. Brotherhood. Loyalty. Honor. Strength. Love.
Tom's eyes narrowed at the ease with which Sa'zar drew the symbols. But then, he had asked Sa'zar to draw them for this reason. Slytherin had been known for the beauty of his runes. Ironic, when compared to the general incomprehensibility of his day to day writing.
"Stand between the points," Tom instructed as Sa'zar finished off the last symbols. The brothers moved to obey, reaching out so their hands just touched in the center. Tom held up a small pocket knife of the Swiss Army kind. The blade was pressed to flat of his palm. "I, Tom Marvolo Riddle, swear to be a brother to these others for now unto eternity, in this life and all others." He made the cut, handing the knife to Dudley as blood welled up in the shallow wound.
Dudley took the blade, suddenly remembering watching some of the older kids doing this. Many muggle, or rather mundane, children performed ceremonies like this and never knew the significance. But he did, and Dudley was glad he did. "I, Dudley Dursley, swear.."
Harry took the knife thoughtfully. His family would really be his family now. They would be brothers in truth and no one would be able to tear them apart. "I, Harry James Potter, swear to..."
Sa'zar took the knife, his eyes far away. There was something so familiar about all this, a sense of deja vu he could not explain. It was almost as though he had done this before. And when he spoke the words came from far away and deep inside him and they were right, if not what he had thought. "I, Salaxar Solomon Serpent-Tongue, hereby give my oath to take these others as my brothers, and to be their brother, in all ways and in all matters from here unto eternity, in this life and all others. By the blood that we share, so mote it be." He pressed the blade into his palm, opening up the faint crescent scar.
As the blood welled in his left hand, Sa'zar stabbed the dagger into the pentagrams circle with his right. The symbols reacted, glowing brightly as the brothers pressed their hands together, allowing the blood to mix and mingle making them brothers in truth at last.
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Somewhere in Tokyo...
The red headed man gasped, his right hand clenching instinctively. The scar, the old mark, the last remnant of a friendship long since lost was burning. More- it was blazing, a fiery rictus of pain.
He staggered, catching himself on the mantle. Above his head two boys sat sadly in their painting, a barely visible rip dividing them, neither able to cross the divide.
Their mournful expressions were the last thing he saw as his knees gave out and he fell to the floor. A single name escaped his lips. "Salazar!"
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They were sitting in the park, licking ice creams blissfully.
Tom flexed his left hand, the cut aching slightly. He found it difficult to believe that he had done it. He had willingly bound himself to -not one but three!- others. Three people whom, despite swearing that he would never do so, he had come to care for. Care for, in some ways, more than himself. And he could not help but wonder how that had happened.
Dudley ran his tongue over the edge of his cone, making certain to catch every delicious drop of strawberry flavored cream. The after effects of the ritual were getting to him, making him feel like jumping up and down and making a complete and utter fool of himself. Or he would if he were not so tired. As it was, the impulse was easy enough to suppress. "Those ritual things really take it out of you, don't they," he said sagely.
Harry snorted. "Like you've done many others." Dudley winked and Harry grinned giddily at the sense of amusement not his own. "That bond is going to come in handy," he noted.
Sa'zar nodded, throwing a grin in his brothers direction. "Yeah! I can feel all of you. You're all really happy right now!" He instinctively projected the feeling of glee, masking his inner confusion. Why had the ceremony been so familiar? Where had those words come from. And why was there a fourth bond and whohad the other end?And why was that other bond so...dim?
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Three days later...
The brothers had recovered and the house was a flurry of hectic preparation as the holiday approached. Petunia was snapping orders and the brothers were scurrying to obey. Chiristmas was tomorrow and they had to finish everything before then.
"Careful!" Tom tried not to panic as Sa'zar attempted to place the tiny angel on the top of the tree from his precarious perch on Dudley's shoulders. The older boy winced as Sa'zar slipped and almost fell...again.
"There!" Sa'zar punched the air triumphantly, and promptly lost his balance, knocking both Dudley and himself to the floor. "Ouch." He rubbed his knee where he had banged it. Then he grinned. "You can relax now Tom."
Tom glowered at his younger brother. How dare Sa'zar worry him? The glare turned on Harry as the messy haired boy began to laugh. Rather than quail, as he should have, Harry simply smirked.
"He's right Tom. You do worry too much."
Dudley nodded his agreement. "Stop being so serious. It's Christmas; you can have fun!"
Tom shook his head, though anger was rapidly shifting to amusement. "Someone has to worry, especially when none of you do. What with the things you three get into..."
Sa'zar nodded, eyes wide and innocent. "What things Tom? Things like," his eyes suddenly sparked with mischief, "this?"
Tom fell back, knocking aside the pillow that had just hit him in the face. "You!" He threw it back furiously at Sa'zar, who ducked. Dudley yelped as the cushion struck his side and the pillow fight began in earnest.
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Somewhere in Tokyo...
The redheaded man rose from the floor, rubbing his head with his black gloved left hand. On his right palm the crescent scar was a barely visible white line once more, no longer red and inflamed. Studying it, he could not help but wonder what had caused it to burn.
And wonder too, where his silver eyed brother had gone.
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Dudley waved goodbye to his brothers, trying not to let his misery show. Not that he was succeeding, and not that it mattered with the bond the brothers now shared,
but it was the principle of the thing.
Vernon grinned at his son as he pulled away from Number Four. "Bet you're glad to be away from those freaks, eh son?"
Dudley sighed. "They're not freaks Dad. And if they are, then so am I."
"Nonsense," Vernon said airily, waving the objection away. "A fine strapping boy like you a freak? No sirree, not possible."
"Dad." Dudley's eyes narrowed. "I'm a wizard, and I'm proud of it."
"Now, now Dudders. No need to put a good face on it with me." He smiled in what he felt was a reassuring way. "Just as soon as I work things out with that Dumblydoor you'll be back to normal and better for it."
Dudley groaned, opened his mouth, then changed his mind. This would be an opportunity to practice patience. It was only for two weeks after all.
"Just keep pretending for, and don't let on that I've been working on that freak professor of yours."
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Sa'zar hummed to himself as he painted. He had penciled the outlines and was now in the process of filling them in.
Soft, almost pearly, white, interspersed with a few swirls of black, for the marble floors. Pale pink for the ceiling - he would have to decide how far along sunset was soon -brown for the house tables and the head one. Gold now, for the H of Hogwa-
Silver eyes abruptly went blank and long, slender fingers leaped into motion. Unaware, Sa'zar painted as though possessed. Colors smeared, lines blurred, figures added where none had stood.
Sa'zar blinked, turned to dip his brush into pale gold - and froze. He whipped about, eyes wide, to stare at his painting. or what had been his painting.
The five tables were strewn about. Shadowy figures fought in the background. In the center Harry, Tom, Dudley, a red-headed boy, (who seemed familiar, but Sa'zar knew he had never seen him before), and Sa'zar himself, faced a pale wizard with scarlet eyes beneath a bloody sunset.
Scarlet paint dripped from the tip of the brush to the floor, staining the news paper a dark, dull red but, frozen as he was, Sa'zar could do nothing to stem the flow.
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Tom idly flipped through the pages of his copy of 'The Queen of Sorcery,' searching for tha part he wanted. Ah. Here it was, page 247. "A familiar black robed man..."
Tom smiled nastily as he savored the irony of Chamdar's fiery demise. The evil sorceror had killed Garion's parents with fire an now he died by the same, at the hand of Garion himself.
He scanned the paragraph a second time, enjoying Garion's first taste of sorcery. "
Garion swung his right arm. A shis palm struck the Grolim's scarred cheek, he felt the force surge out from the silvery mark on his palm. "Burn!" he commanded."
Tom's eyes widened and he read the passage through again, really read it. Then he read it again, and once more just to be certain. Then he tossed the book aside, eyes narrowed at his sudden epiphany. This was it. The answer he had been looking for.
He flung himself onto his trunk, quills and robes flying haphazardly about his room as he searched desperately for the text he needed. A moment later he emerged, book held aloft. Eyes sparkling, he flipped through the pages, fingers made clumsy with haste. If he was right,and he knew he was right, this would explain - not everything - but a large part of it.
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Harry chuckled, listening to Coral and Lioness.
"I told him exactly where he could take his warm blooded coils to!"
"Good for you," Lioness hissed her agreement. "That weak fanged one has no place in our pit."
Harry shook his head slightly. Who knew snakes could be so funny?
Petunia pursed her lips, watching her messy haired nephew with a certain amount of exasperation. There had been time when she had hated him - hated him for bringing back the feelings of inadequacy that had so characterised her youth. She had been moon, the pale weak reflection of Lily's sun.
Lily... She could think more easily of her baby sister now, though there were still times when resentment rose up to swallow her. Not so much now, nor as strongly, but there were times.
Harry turned to glance over at his aunt. "Sorry, Aunt Tuney. Did you want my help?"
Petunia shook her head, turning away so he would not see her smile. "Not at the moment, no. I was simply wondering what you found so funny."
"Oh!" Harry grinned broadly. "Seems there's this grass snake that's been bugging Coral and.."
And sometimes Petunia was simply incredibly glad that she had given Lily's son a chance.
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Dudley grinned at the sight of the well stocked shelves. He had waited to get his brothers their Christmas presents in anticipation of this moment.
Brothers...His hand clenched possessively about the crescent shaped cut. He was glad of the reminder. It was still hard to believe that they really were brothers now.
Dudley returned his attention to the shelves. He already had a chemistry set for Sa'zar and a model plane kit for Harry. His messy haired cous- brother -loved anything and everything to do with flying. For himself he had a set of weights, the new Nintendo handheld - much better than the old timeout games - and a model train that really ran. Which left finding a gift for Tom.
Dudley had spent the last hour searching for the perfect gift. He had found some new kind of Japanese puzzle book, (it had nine boxes and involved numbers), which Tom would really enjoy, but it just was not enough. He needed something better. Something Tom would really lo- well, like. Tom did not really like the word love. He got all flustered when it was used for some reason...
"He, Dudders!" Vernon waddled over to his son, a smile lifting his beefy cheeks. "Come and look at these." He pointed at the display shelf. "Pretty good, eh?"
Dudley nodded, a huge grin spreading across his face. "Dad, it's perfect!" It really was. A beautiful castle of LEGO bricks. It even had banners and mini people in old fashioned dress. "It looks just like-" Dudley bit his tongue before he could complete the sentance. There was no surer way to upset his father then to mention Hogwarts.
Unfortunately, Vernon had caught the slip. "Like what? That ruddy school?" His smile vanished, replaced by rapidly purpleing cheeks.
Dudley swallowed, but stood his ground. It was at times like this that he longed for his brothers cunning. But one thing was certain, he was no Slytherin.
"Ho- My school isn't ruddy Dad. And it's not freaky either. It's a great place and I really enjoy it!" Dudley met his father glare for glare. "I'm glad I'm a wiz- what I am. I'm proud of it. And I wish you were too, but you aren't and you won't be, so let's just drop it before we get thrown out or something, all right?"
Vernon looked as though he was torn between shaking some sense into his son and collapsing into tears, scene or no scene, but finally took a deep breath, calming down slightly. "Don't worry Dudders. They aren't spying on you here. And soon I'll get you away from those ruddy freaks and it'll be good riddance to all that nonsense.
"Now, what do you say to checking out and getting something to eat?"
Dudley sighed, nodding as he added the box to the cart. Tom loved Hogwarts and Sa'zar could always fix the banners. Dad.. Well, hopefully he would come around, though that seemed more unlikely with every year.
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Sa'zar was on a mission, a mission to find an owl. Preferably without his brothers realising what he was up to.
"Siassha," he called to her from the hall, "I'm going down the block to visit Val!"
Petunia stepped out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. Sniffing, she fussed with his scarf, muttering irritably over the futility of trying to get Sa'zar's long, thick pony under his hat. "Be good," she instructed. "Listen to Matrix. Be back before dark."
"Yes Mama." Sa'zar threw a cheeky grin over his shoulder as he raced out of the house.
Walking quickly but carefully - he did not want to lose all his memories again! - he trekked through the slushy streets. He laughed aloud as he rang Val's door. Who else would have a full orchestra for a ring?
"Hello Sa'zar! Thankx for that toolkit." Val cheerfully ushered her friend indoors, snowflake earrings swinging. "Valence, this is my friend Salazar!"
A cheerful looking young man in jeans and sweat shirt gave sa'zar's hand a firm shake. "Nice to meet you. Sorry to run, but 'step on a dime and be right on time!'"
"Great-Aunt Evelyn," Val whispered. "Have fun with Flora, Vae!"
Valence winked at his sister as he tugged on the coat. Val mimicked the motion, then dragged Sa'zar upstairs. "So, any special reason for the visit, or did you just decide to stop by on a whim?"
Sa'zar ducked his head sheepishly. "I..Val, could I borrow your owl?"
Val shrugged. "Of course you may. Is Hedwig sick?" she added worridly.
Sa'zar shook his head. "No, she's fine. I just-"
"- Don't want your brothers to know about the letter?" Val queried shrewdly.
Sa'zar sighed. "It's not the letter so much as to who and why."
Val nodded, a teasing grin in place. "So, who's the girl?"
Sa'zar blinked, then flushed. "Wha- No! It's not- I need to send a letter to the headmaster!"
Val's eyes widened. "Right. Sounds serious. C'mon Liz. Let's go wake up old Electron."
The grass colored chameleon yawned, stretched, and curled up again. "Lets."
Sa'zar muttered something irritably in parseltongue. He had not meant to tell Val who he was writing to. Why would she think it was a girl though? If he was going to write love notes to a girl it would be- Sa'zar abruptly brought that train of thought to an end.
Val sighed. "She's always like that in the winter. The cold makes her sleepy."
Sa'zar made himself grin at Val. "And she uses that as an excuse to nap, no matter how warm it gets indoors."
"Excellent deduction, my dear Salazar!" The two friends shared a laugh, be fore Val walked over to the owl perch in the corner. "Time to wake up Electron." The owl hooted sleepily. Val poked him. "Up we get. Letter time!"
Sa'zar handed over the thick envelope. The picture was not exactly small, but the headmaster had to see it.
"All done?" Sa'zar nodded and Val tossed the owl out the window. "That all?" Another nod. "Great! Because my parents got me this golf cart and I've got a few ideas I'd like to try."
Laughing, Sa'zar followed his friend to her back yard. Val would keep his secret, and she'd make sure he got the reply, whatever it was. And, with luck, his brothers would be none the wiser.
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AUthor's note: Finally! I finished this! My longest chapter to date, BTW. Sorry it took so long... But at least you have a nice long chapter- and the beginning of the first romance I'm planning. Heh. And the brothers really are brothers now. Incidentally, Sa'zar's name is not misspelled during the ritual. Salazar is actually a last name. Sa'zar's name is parseltongue. Z is to hard a sound for snake speech, so my Salazar's name is really spelled Salaxar. The name is mispronounced because the X is hard to say properly.
I know LEGO Hogwarts castle was not around in 1992, but I wanted Dudley to get it for Tom anyway. So sue me, or, rather, don't. Nintendo Gameboy was out back then though. I checked that up before I wrote this.
The excerpts from the Belgariad are real. it really is an excellent series and I suggest you read it if you have time. The page number is an actual page, BTW.
Okay...Questions!
Chapter 12
1: How did Tom get the picture of Merope?
2: Why does Sa'zar have a crescent shaped scar on his palm?
3: Why did the man in Tokyo collapse?
3: Who are the boys in the painting, and who tore it?
4: What happened to Sa'zar when he was painting?
5: Who was the unknown boy in the painting?
6:Who wrote the Belgariad?
7: What has Tom figured out?
8:Who is the girl Sa'zar would send love notes to - if he was willing to admit it?
Chapter 11:
1: Why is Godric in Galen's frame?
2: What are the official Hogwarts colors and what is the school animal?
3: Why was the Hat amused?
4: Why Sult? (Just telling me what it is short for is enough.)
5: What is the HO-OH really?
6: What did Albus mean by the last line in his conversation with Sa'zar?
7: Where is the real Godric? When do you think he will show up?
8: Who is Val? (To be answered in fifth year.)
9: Opinion: When will Sa'zar regain his memories? How?
Points:
Gryffindor:105
Hufflepuff:132
Ravenclaw:152
Slytherin:150
YAY! Ravenclaw is in first place! Authoress cheers for her house!