The Riddle Answered: A Harry Potter Fanfic
Disclaimer: SEE FIRST CHAPTER: I do own this story and the OC name: Harry James Salazar Rasputin Riddle.
Any OC Spells will be explained at the end of each chapter;
Plot: Rather than kill Harry in the graveyard, Tom reveals a startling secret: Harry is his son and his real name is Harry James Salazar Rasputin Riddle: True Heir of Salazar Slytherin and son of Tom Riddle and Bellatrix Lestrange. However, tying up loose ends will be tough, can Harry Riddle cope with the trials and actions of 5th year Hogwarts and, if so, can he cope with Tom's BIGGER Revelation?
Tags: SEE FIRST CHAPTER
Pairings: Harry/Daphne; Draco/Ginny
DEDICATIONS: SEE FIRST CHAPTER
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Normal Speech
(Thought)
{Parseltongue}
Tom and Harry's link
Last Time…
…Harry turned and found his Father holding a mirror, showing Harry the true body of his 14-year-old self.
He was standing at 6ft tall and was as lean as his Father: his hair was jet black and messy, but, as he brushed back his fringe, Harry grinned as he saw two ice-blue eyes staring back at him, the pupil of each eye like a long dark tunnel. As Harry watched, he saw his Gryffindor robes change to a new set of black robes with silver round the hem and there, on his crest, was a long emerald green serpent coiling its way through a letter R, a crown of spiked thorns atop the R. Underneath the letter was a latin inscription that Harry couldn't make out until he removed his glasses and focused on the words:
Obscurum est nostrum Socius
"Our family motto," explained Tom, standing next to his son, who now stood up to his shoulder, "Darkness is our ally."
"I feel better," smiled Harry, "And now, it's time to start towards that which I need to do."
"And what's that?" asked Tom.
Harry turned before he raised his hand and looked out over the group of Death Eaters; when he spoke, it was with a true malice that made every Death Eater realise that Harry was now and forever their Young Master:
"Make Albus Dumbledore pay for what he did to us…with his life!"
Review Answers:
Nightshade07: Mostly I adapt them from other spells, and, as far as I know, they're not real latin; I'm not sure if they're real words ;-) So, in other words, I make them up;
Gallantmon228: This is a Harry/Daphne, but, given his ties to the Black Family, I MIGHT put Tonks in his Dark Forces;
Gulian: Then I hope you like the NEXT chapter;
Slytherin66: Bella will be free soon; well, if you call twisting the truth and using it against the wizarding world evil, then yes, I suppose Dumbledore does have something up his sleeve;
Chapter 3: Harry Riddle's New Life
Riddle Manor
Two days after his return, Harry found that the Daily Prophet were having a field day: apparently, according to that tabloid tart Rita Skeeter, Professor Dumbledore was covering up a possible murder scandal within the halls of Hogwarts: when the bodies of 'Harry Potter' and 'Some other boy' had been found, Dumbledore had announced the return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and frightened half the students.
"That old fool," laughed Harry as he walked past one of the rooms in the Manor, "He really is…"
"AHHHHH!"
(Dad's having another meeting,) thought the Dark Prince, (I really need a friend here; maybe I can threaten Malfoy Sr into bringing old Ferret Face and then watch them both beg for mercy.)
Then, as soon as Harry had thought on his plan, he turned and raised his hand, knocking on the large brown door to the meeting room. After a few minutes, there was the sound of hurried footsteps before Wormtail poked his head out and gasped with a squeak. Bowing low, the traitor allowed Harry entry and, as soon as they set eyes on the Dark Heir, every figure save a few bowed even lower.
"Harry!" grinned Tom, beckoning with one hand, "I was wondering when you would face these meetings."
"I apologise for intruding Father," Harry replied, making his way to the front, "I was bored and thought I'd see a meeting with those who now serve me."
"Of course my boy," grinned Tom, giving Harry a strong hug in front of the Death Eaters, before he turned and added, "I was just punishing those who had abandoned me for that old fool to save their skins."
Harry looked around; there were around 50 Death Eaters in total, most of them bearing the traditional silver mask and black robes while others had a more demonised skull-mask showing them to be a member of the Dark Lord's Inner Circle. Among these, Harry recognised the straight, no-nonsense posture of Lucius Malfoy before he then saw Lily, James and two other hooded figures waiting with the Inner Circle.
"Dad," whispered Harry, nodding to the hooded figures, "Are they who I think they are?"
"Yes," grinned Tom, "I haven't hurt them Harry, because they both looked out for you; now, why don't you take a seat here?"
He indicated a large black throne and, at its right hand was a smaller throne with a seemingly draconian theme on its runic designs and two dragon heads for arm-rests; taking his seat, Harry watched as Voldemort turned again to his latest victim; when he saw who it was, Harry gasped: the wild hair, the emotionless eyes and the crazed glare: Bartemius Crouch Junior, the man from Harry's vision after Christmas.
(Why would he be getting punished?) Thought Harry, (I thought he was in Azkaban?)
Tom's next words gave Harry his answer, "You failed me Bartemius: not only did you come close to murdering my son and heir, but then you failed to keep him away from Dumbledore and you endanger his life by putting him in the Tournament."
Harry's eyes widened as he watched Voldemort throw a silver flask that caught his attention immediately: Moody's flask: did that mean what Harry thought? He tried to recall everything he had ever overheard from the strange teacher: the way he taught his lessons, the attitude whenever Harry was around and especially, and a moment that made Harry laugh, when he had turned Malfoy into a ferret.
Rising from his throne, Harry stepped forwards and, just as Voldemort was about to cast the first curse, Harry held his Father's arm and smiled with a cold gleam in his blue eyes.
"No Father," Harry smiled, "Don't punish him: he didn't fail you completely: after all, had it not been for Bartemius then I would not be standing here right now, right?"
"Yes," hissed Tom, before he looked back and laughed, "It seems you owe my son your life Bartemius, now praise the ground my son walks on and get out of my way!"
Bartemius crawled on his knees and bowed his head before he spoke, "Thank you Young Master; I hope that you can forgive your foolish servant for his ill mistakes!"
"Get up Crouch," sighed Harry, before he indicated the spot to his right as he continued, "And stand by me; I punish failure and insolence, but not any acts that helped me find my family; take your place as the first of my dark forces."
"Thank you, my Prince," Crouch bowed, before he stood at Harry's side, waiting for his next command.
When Tom saw what Harry had done, he smiled once and looked back to the assembly, "My son shows a side of darkness that you will be thankful to see," he explained to the group, "And soon, when the time is right, my son will take his place at the head of his own Dark Forces. For now, all of you recognise and obey his every command; if even one of you dares to harm a hair on his head, I will not blink an eyelid when he kills you: dismissed!"
Harry watched as the Death Eaters all vanished in Apparition, before Lily, James, the two hooded figures and, to Harry's pleasant surprise, Lucius Malfoy were left waiting for their Lord and Masters to speak.
Holding out his hand, Tom walked Harry down from his throne before he stopped in front of the elder Malfoy, his red eyes showing no emotion as he addressed Lucius. "When I was looking at my son's memories Lucius, I found out something interesting: it seems that, against my wishes, your son did everything he could to upset Harry. And, in his second year, you actually threatened to kill him: now, why did you think you would get away with that?"
"My lord," Lucius bowed, before he lowered himself to his knees and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes, "Everything I did was to ensure your son's safety."
"And how is threatening my life helping to save me Malfoy?" snarled Harry, before he looked to his Father and added, "Do you want to or should I?"
Tom smiled, before he brushed his son back and, raising his wand, cried, "Crucio!"
Lucius began writhing and pleading for mercy, however, as Harry watched, his mind seemed to fill with images: he saw fists and flashes of gold that could only be described as belt buckles; he felt a strange heat on his chest and back and, in his mind, almost like whenever he got too close to a Dementor, he heard screams that rang in his mind.
"Please no, I didn't mean to…"
"…Nothing but a freak…"
"No wonder your parents offed themselves…"
"You will learn to keep your mouth shut…"
"I never did that…it just moved…it was like magic…"
"There's…SMACK…no…SMACK…such…SMACK…thing…SMACK…as…SMACK…MAGIC!"
"NO!" cried Harry, startling everyone in the room; at the same time, Tom had released Lucius and dismissed him, adding that he should bring Draco before the Dark Prince. Once Lucius was gone, Tom looked at Harry and what he saw he didn't like: Harry was curled in the foetal position, his eyes closed and red with tears, his body shaking as he mumbled over and over, "I didn't mean it…not my fault…sorry…please don't hurt me."
"Harry!" gasped the Dark Lord, realising what it was that had happened; with clenched fists and teeth, he nodded to the four remaining figures and commanded, "Leave: no one is to enter without my approval!"
When Lily, James and the other two figures left, Tom sat on his throne and reached to calm his heir, but, when his fingers brushed against Harry's skin, Tom jumped back in fright: Harry's skin was red raw and felt like fire: how? The Dark Lord was certain that, when he had cast the spells to remove his son's glamours, he had also healed the injuries.
(Oh,) he realised with a groan, (You stupid wizard Tom; of course Harry still feels these things: mentally he feels them: I must try and speak to him.)
"Harry, son, speak to me." He whispered, stroking Harry's soft black hair – the only part of him that didn't feel like a phoenix on its Burning Day – before he wandlessly levitated his son into his arms and held him there, shushing him and stroking his black hair. "Speak to me," he repeated, then, when Harry was still silent, Tom tried another way.
"Harry, I'm the only one here; speak to me; come on little one; no-one is going to hurt you anymore: not Dumbledore, not those Muggles, not Malfoy, nobody; please, smile…for me?" He looked down at his son and was surprised to find Harry not only still, but fast asleep; his near 6ft frame was sleeping like a baby in his Father's arms, his eyes now only mildly glistening with tears.
Rising slowly, Tom was about to place Harry on the throne, when a voice spoke in Parselenic, {I'm not asleep Dad; thank you…I'm sorry that I'm so weak.}
With the shock came the fact that this was what Harry believed to be the truth; placing his son on his throne, Tom watched as Harry wiped his eyes and smiled, before he looked down at his feet.
"Harry," Tom sighed, taking his own throne, {You are never weak; you are my son: you are a powerful wizard: you were only weak then because of what Albus did to you.}
"Do you mean that?" asked Harry, knowing it was a stupid question, but he needed to know.
Reaching over to Harry, Tom stroked his black hair as he nodded and answered, "No son of mine is going to be weak: now, I told you not to be afraid to ask questions; now I tell you don't be afraid to show emotions."
"But I'm the son of the Dark Lord," Harry argued, his voice almost quiet as he looked to his Father, "How can I show emotion if I'm meant to be your son?"
"You have to remember Harry," Tom informed him, "That I'm not the true Dark Lord in this scenario: Dumbledore is: he split us apart; took your mother and sent her to Azkaban; left you with Muggles and made you feel weak, when, in fact, you are the strongest wizard I know."
"But what about our family motto?" asked Harry, "Darkness Is Our Ally?"
"Okay," laughed Tom, "I see you inherited your Mother's sense of irony; I guess, in that sense, it's true I am the Dark Lord and you the Dark Prince, but on other levels, we are the real saviours here; saving the world from Dumbledore's manipulations and lies."
Rising from his throne, Harry smiled and turned, before he bowed to his Father and added, "And I am proud to be your son, and to be your right hand Dad."
Tom ruffled Harry's hair before he smiled and, just like 14 years ago, whispered, "That's my boy!"
"Anyway," laughed Harry, "I'd have to be strong; to rule over an old man like you."
"That's it," Tom exclaimed, before he leapt from his seat and pointed his wand, "I'll show you who's an old man, Rictusempra!"
HJSRR
Riddle Manor, outside the room
When Lily and James heard the sound of Harry laughing with his Father, they couldn't help, but smile as they looked to one another; when they had taken Harry in from Tom and Bella, they had known the day would come when he would be reunited.
(Truth is,) thought Lily, wiping her eye as she listened to the childish playing from inside, (I did miss my Lord's little snake like he was my own.)
One look at James said he was thinking the same thing and, when Lily took his hand, she could only once again regret the fact that Harry had suffered so much for something so false.
Her thoughts were cut off when the door to the meeting room opened and Harry stepped out, his face slick with sweat as he was followed by his Father, who, when Lily and James saw him, hissed in true Dark Lord fashion, "Not…one…word."
Harry, through some act of wandless magical defence, had given his Father a pair of donkey ears on top of a face now made of chicken feathers.
"Allow me, my Lord?" asked James, before he pointed his wand and whispered, "Finite," before Tom was back to normal and ruffling Harry's hair with pride.
"Lily," he then spoke up, "Go to the Sanctum and fetch Harry's presents, would you?"
"Yes my Lord," bowed Lily, watching as James still couldn't get that image out of his head.
When she was gone, Tom then looked to the other hooded figures as he added, "I think you need to say something to him."
The figures nodded before they lowered their hoods, revealing the proud faces of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin; when Harry saw them, he allowed Sirius to pick him up, before Remus smiled warmly and looked to Tom, who nodded as the werewolf patted his cub on the head.
"I should have known you were never a traitor Black," smiled Tom, watching as Harry was placed back on the ground, "Especially since you and Lucius are Harry's Uncles."
"What?" asked Harry, turning to his Father, "What do you mean Dad?"
"The Houses of Malfoy and Black are related," explained Sirius, before he hastily added, "Young Master; and through them, we're related to your Mother, Bellatrix Lestrange: my sister and Narcissa Malfoy's sister, which makes you quite the influential little wizard."
"So that means I'm descended from the House of Slytherin," realised Harry, remembering where he had heard his Mother's name before: it had been in a book he'd read the year before and he had found Sirius' name connected to Lucius, Draco and Narcissa Malfoy as well as Bellatrix Lestrange and Tom Riddle.
"In both families," explained Tom, "The House of Riddle is also descended from Salazar Slytherin and yes, in purity, which makes you, my boy, the one true heir of Slytherin, in blood, magic and family. There has not been a true heir for over four generations, but you, Harry James Salazar Rasputin Riddle, my son and heir, are the one true heir of Salazar Slytherin."
"And a pureblood," grinned Harry, before he asked rather casually, "When does that ferret face I now call cousin get here?"
"Soon," replied Tom, before he noticed a rather scheming look in Harry's eyes as he asked, "Why?"
"Because," said Harry, before he remembered Tom's snake as he added, "I wonder if your familiar's been fed yet Father? Maybe she likes the taste of ferret!"
James, still reeling from the Chicken-Tom incident, couldn't hold it in any longer; he broke down laughing and doubled over, shortly followed by Tom, Sirius and Remus, Harry, meanwhile, rubbing his eyes and shaking his head.
(Who knew the Dark Lord could laugh,) he thought to himself.
When they were done, Tom straightened up as he saw Lily returning with two packages in her hands; looking to his son, Tom pointed to the first, a sleek, black package that was the length of Harry's lower arm. "If you're going to cast spells," he smiled, "There's something that'll help."
Harry walked over as Lily kneeled to him, presenting him with the first item; opening it, Harry gasped as he saw a black wand with a clasp at the head, like Lucius' wand: when he picked it up, however, it made his blood rush with magical energy and, as he turned, his blue eyes seemed to shine as magic itself wrapped around him.
"What is this wand Dad?" he asked, holding it out to test the balance and the feel, but, from the magical burst, there was no doubt about it: this was his wand.
"Black Oak," explained Tom, "With unicorn horn and the crown feather of a black phoenix: 9 ¾ inches and very powerful: this wand was tested by Lily and James when you were a baby and you were drawn to its power: that's why your old wand burned you: it was cursed by Dumbledore to dampen your magic; when you accepted who you are, your wand would no longer allow you to touch it."
Harry then looked back to the box and saw a second item in the top end: a long silver medallion with a King Cobra inscribed on the reverse side, the eyes of the cobra made from sapphires and its fangs from diamonds.
"Put that on," explained Tom, before he reached behind Harry and helped his son piece the clasp together, "Never remove this Harry, as it can only be removed by you; it's infused with several protection spells and designed to help shield your mind before you learn Occlumency; inside the medallion is a two-way mirror, see?" he reached under his own collar and produced a gold medallion with a Basilisk design; the eyes of the Basilisk were topaz while its bloody fangs were blood rubies. "This way, if you can't speak through the bond, you can use the mirrors to speak with me; do you like it?"
"I love it," Harry smiled, noticing how the medallion seemed to hang a few inches below his heart, "Thanks Dad."
"Ah," added Tom, suddenly diverting Harry to the second parcel, a large box that seemed to hiss; almost immediately, Harry knew what it was, "There's someone else who's missed his Young Master."
Harry stepped close to the box and opened the lid, before gasping in awe: inside was a large black King Cobra with several gold and silver scales that seemed to resemble bolts of lightning. Reaching into the box, Harry seemed to have a case of a lost friend as he knew that the snake wouldn't harm him and his instincts proved right: the snake puffed at his hand before it slithered up and wound around his shoulders, its tongue licking his cheek.
{Master,} hissed a voice, {I have missed you; do you remember me?}
{I do,} hissed Harry in reply, {Orochi; my loyal friend and…} he paused as a second wave of magic coursed between the two before Harry smiled and, looking to his Father, added, {My familiar; I have missed you Orochi.}
{And I you, my dear Yami.} replied the snake and Harry smiled to himself; Yami was from a Japanese term, just as Orochi, and either meant Darkness or Dark One.
"Thank you Dad," Harry smiled, before he laughed as he felt Orochi slithering around his master's waistline, his tongue tickling the skin of Harry's belly, "I'm back."
"Yes you are," grinned Tom, before he looked past Harry and added, "And you have a guest Harry."
Harry turned, before he smiled coldly as he saw Draco Malfoy staring at him in shock, before the platinum-blonde Slytherin prostrated himself before the Dark Prince and didn't move.
"My Dark Prince," he said with authority, "It is an honour to see you again."
"Get in there," Harry commanded, opening the door with a flick of his wand, before, as he followed Draco, he turned back and added, "Those who have just eaten should stay out here."
"Harry," Tom warned him, "He's your cousin, don't be too hard on him."
"You know me Dad," Harry replied, smiling like a shark smelling blood in the water.
"I do," Tom smiled back, before, as soon as Harry closed the door, he turned and added to the others:
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Chapter 3 and it seems that Harry has a few choice words for Draco…uh oh, Ferret Face is going to get it now, but what about the Order and those more, shall we say, AFFECTED by the Dark Lord?
Also, what will happen when Tom finally brings those damn Dursleys before Harry? Will he show Mercy? WHAT DO YOU THINK? Hell is about to open and Dumbledore is helpless…but what will Harry do? Simple death or something more…cold?
Keep Reading to Find Out…
In the Next Chapter: Punishments; Revenge; The Order and a Surprise for Harry:
Following that: Back To Hogwarts where there is a BIG surprise for Harry and, guess what, Dumbledore's behind it: plus, WHAT IS TOM DOING AT HOGWARTS? And he's teaching! What is he up to?
Chapter 6: Harry has a meeting with Professor Snape and his Father and Daphne Greengrass has an accident, but, when Harry saves her, something VERY interesting happens…
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