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?
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Pairings: Harry/Daphne; Draco/Ginny
DEDICATIONS: SEE FIRST CHAPTER
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Tom and Harry's link
112 Reviews in less than 2 weeks! You lot must really love this story; now, I want to apologise for not answering several reviews, so, just for that, here are the replies:
REVIEW ANSWERS: FOR THIS AND THE LAST CHAPTERS
CHAPTER 3 REVIEWS:
Nightwing27: I do have plans for the whole Black family and that includes Tonks;
The Darkest Wizard: Then I hope you weren't disappointed;
Slytherin66: I hope what I did to the Dursleys was ok for you; as for Hermione and the Diggory's revenge: well, concerning the Mudblood, I have BIG plans that will be revealed later in the story, but the Diggorys vengeance is a good idea;
Wizmage: check out my dedication for A Different Life: there's also Son of the Dark Lord by Mrs Vega and Erebus Ferrox Riddle by dan4eva;
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Gallantmon228: What goes around comes around; nice way to put it;
CHAPTER 4 REVIEWS:
Mailes: Soon, I have a little plan for the big Riddle family reunion;
HarryBellaHermione: In Chapter 5, for a short piece, but officially in this chapter;
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Nightwing27: Sad to say that Ron has an influence on this story; sorry;
Teufel1987: Maybe, but I preferred it that way; sort of a Countdown to Killing; yes, Harry IS the Dark Prince, but what he did to Vernon was on instinct;
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Hivedragon: I guess I could have done a bit more, but, to be honest, it IS Draco; I think he'll earn his keep by serving the Black Prince;
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CHAPTER 5 REVIEWS:
Farwalker: who said it was a FAKE Harry?
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Griffin Raven: Severus will be forced to make a big decision and when he does, Harry will be there to make sure he remembers;
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Last Time…
Looking round, Harry then asked, "Is it just me or did it get cold in here?"
Draco shrugged before he looked to the door and, with a sigh, explained, "Not cold, but there's a foul smell hanging around; it's right outside the door."
Opening the door with wandless magic, Harry had to remain stone-faced as he looked upon Ron and Hermione, both of them stunned to see Malfoy with two new students.
"Look Malfoy," laughed Dudley, pretending not to know Draco's name…as he had been ordered, "A weasel and a Mudblood!"
"Shut it pig-face," snapped Ron, before a new voice spoke from behind them.
"Let me see these new friends of Malfoy's Ron."
Harry and Draco's blood ran colder than ice and Harry had to keep a straight-face as he saw a head of black hair step from between Ron and Hermione; black hair over a pair of emerald green eyes and a thin, almost weakened body; yet, as Harry looked, he saw this body seemed stronger in some way.
(You bastard Dumbledore,) thought Harry Riddle as he stared from Ron to Hermione and then to their companion;
The strange boy held out his hand and said, "Nice to meet you two, I'm Harry Potter…"
Harry Riddle snarled under his breath as he slammed the door in their faces and locked it with the darkest magic he could think of, before, with a roar, he yelled:
"DUMBLEDORE, YOU FUCKING BASTARD: YOU JUST MADE THE BIGGEST MISTAKE: YOU THINK THIS WILL STOP ME, IT JUST MAKES ME STRONGER!"
Chapter 6: Professor Who?
Hogwarts Express
When Harry had finally calmed down, Draco found it safe to lift the charms he had placed around the compartment before he asked, "How do you think he did it?"
"I don't know," Harry answered, before he looked back to the door, noticing Ron and the boy calling himself Harry Potter were now gone, "But I intend to find out; but, do you know what scares me Draco?"
"What?" asked the young Malfoy, watching as Orochi slithered over his master's shoulders, the snake trying his hardest to keep his master calm.
"That he did it," Harry explained, "It makes me wonder what else that manipulative old bastard can do; however, the bigger picture to this is that the boy who was standing there, he was me! There was no sign of magical interference of glamour, so he wasn't using Polyjuice Potion or a glamour charm, which would have meant the Imperious. No, whoever that boy was, he was indeed Harry Potter and, once I find out how Dumbledore did it, I will make sure he dies again…this time, though, at my hands!"
As he said the last words, Harry clenched his fists and, as Draco watched, a strange darkness suddenly gathered as he looked to Harry's eyes, flinching and shivering as he saw Harry bearing his blood-red eyes.
(He really means this,) thought Draco as he tried to keep his young prince calm, "On one hand, though, at least we now know one side to Dumbledore's plan; this blast from the past won't stop you or your Father."
Dudley, who had been quiet since seeing his ex-cousin before him, then added, "However the old git did it, there's one thing he didn't give this empty shell."
"I noticed," grinned Harry, looking out of the window.
"He didn't have your memories," Dudley explained, "When he saw us, he didn't even recognise me; and, when he introduced himself, he seemed to actually feel like he was someone. Whatever Dumbledore's done, Harry, he's turned Harry Potter into the thing everyone believes him to be: a perfect Gryffindork!"
The statement in itself made Harry Riddle smile as he looked to Dudley and nodded, "You know something Dudley? You're right; Dumbledore did make that fake into the perfect Gryffindor, which means that I, as the Prince of Slytherin, will find it so easy to make him break!"
HJSRR
Hogwarts School
Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, his twinkling blue eyes shining as he watched one of the clocks in his collection; by now, he surmised, the young Riddle had no doubt met his ace in the hole. It was a simple task of bending the laws of nature and the minds of those weaklings who believed in the Ministry's propaganda.
All it had taken was the power of something he had told Harry had been destroyed combined with a very powerful, borderline ancient and forbidden blood ritual and, as the Muggles say, bish, bash, bosh, Harry Potter lived once again.
(This time,) thought Dumbledore, reaching for one of his lemon drops, (The young saviour is my loyal ally and no matter what Young Master Riddle does to him, Harry WILL defeat Tom and then, as a reward, I might let him finish the job on Master Riddle.)
He rose from his seat and walked over to Fawkes, who was watching the old man with a look of betrayal; with a sigh, Dumbledore shook his head and explained, "Do not look at me like that old friend; this is all for the Greater Good and, thanks to their loyalties to Light, Harry even has an enemy in Mr Weasley and Miss Granger."
Fawkes watched with a sorry expression as his owner left the office, before the phoenix looked to the rear of the office, watching a specific spot on the wall where Dumbledore had stored his darker plan.
The old man was the real fool in all this, as Fawkes, under his guise of a loyal bird, had actually helped Young Master Riddle on more than one occasion and now, as the phoenix reached up with one of its wings, it brushed the crown of feathers on its head and watched as a bunch of feathers fell away;
A bunch of black feathers that is;
(Master,) thought Fawkes, (You are reborn and now, I will do anything you ask; but if I must do this, it must be out of the old one's sight.)
The phoenix then watched as its magic turned the black crown feathers into a bunch of gleaming red that fell around his perch. (For now,) thought the phoenix, (I must remain in this Light form until my Master next comes to see me and, on that day, I will be his…as I was always born to be. The second half of my Master, the Black Magician's, loyal magical twin familiars.)
HJSRR
Hogsmeade Platform:
Harry climbed off the train with Draco and Dudley on either side of him; as he looked back to the train, Harry then realised that, as his devious doppelganger climbed off with the other two members of the Golden Trio, there was still no sign of Ginny, not even when Neville Longbottom and Lavendar Brown climbed off.
(If you've hurt her,) thought Harry, climbing into a carriage with Draco and two other Slytherins he recognised as Blaise Zabini and Daphne Greengrass, (I will make sure you do not survive this year much longer.)
"Hi there," Blaise greeted, before the door to their carriage and he added, "I mean, how are you, Young Master?"
"Pretty good," drawled Harry, watching as their carriage began to take them up to the school, "Oh, except I find out that my past self is alive and Dumbledore is a manipulative old bastard!"
"Tell us something we don't know," Draco sighed, before he then asked, "Say, why didn't Dudley get in with us?"
"I asked him not to," Harry explained, "Make it look simple; according to Severus and Lucius, Dudley and I will walk in with the rest of the first years and be sorted first; if that old hat even tries to put either me or my cousin into Gryffindor, I will burn it to ashes."
Daphne looked at the Dark Prince with eyes of wonder; she knew, thanks to his birthday ball that he would let nothing stop him, but, at the same time, she had found that, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't bring herself to touch him. She could speak to him, but when it came to touching Harry, a deep stirring awoke in her chest and she always pulled back.
As the carriage rolled up the hill towards the school, Harry then looked to Draco as he asked, "How are we arranged dorm-wise this year?"
"Well," Draco answered, "That all depends on where you two end up; however, the dorms are usually done by year, so we'll all be there: you, me, Dudley, Blaise, Theo and Crabbe and Goyle."
"There's another point," laughed Harry, as if he had only just noticed it, "Where are the human garbage disposals?"
"Another carriage," explained Draco, "They actually came by before you climbed on the train, but I told them to stay away; didn't need them breaking secrecy and blabbing about you."
"Like they could," Harry sighed, "Remember Draco, unless in the Common Room, dorms or either of our families' Manor Houses, no-one can speak of what happened over the summer, no matter how weak or strong-willed they may be."
Nodding with agreement, Harry then watched as the carriage slowed down and stopped; as they climbed out, the familiar voice of Professor McGonagall called over, "Mr Riddle, Mr Evans, please go into the Great Hall with the others and place the hat on your heads; I expect you both to be sorted before I return!"
"Yes Professor," chorused the boys, Harry noticing Draco shrugging and, as he looked to where the Golden Trio were waiting, the young Riddle then noticed Harry Potter smiling almost slyly, like he was remembering something interesting about his own Sorting.
Ignoring the glance, Harry and Dudley entered the large hall, a small gasp of awe escaping Dudley as he set eyes on the scene for the first time: Harry actually smiled a little before he set his eyes forwards, a surprise greeting him as he saw the Head Table.
Professors Snape, Flitwick, Sprout, Trelawney and Dumbledore were sat there; Hagrid was nowhere in sight, but, as Harry looked to the seats occupied by the Defence teachers, he was surprised to see not one, but three teachers sat there: one was a rather ugly-looking woman with dark hair and a sickly, sweet smile; she was wearing a pink dress and seemed to remind Harry of a fat toad waiting for a fly. Next to her was the first surprise, which was none other than Professor Lupin; Remus was sat there and, when he saw Harry staring, the edge of his mouth twitched in a smile and he gently knocked his head to the left.
However, when Harry looked to the third teacher, he was hit by a wave of surprised confusion: the man sat there had dark brown eyes and a head of straight black hair that actually reminded Harry of Severus; he was dressed in a long emerald and silver robe and, as he looked at Harry, the young wizard felt a strong sense of familiarity from this teacher. It was only when the newcomer actually winked at Harry and smiled that the Heir of Black Magic figured it out: there was only one person in the whole world who would smile like that:
His Father, Lord Voldemort, was sat as a teacher at Hogwarts.
Trying not to seem amused, Harry offered for Dudley to go first; placing the Sorting Hat on his head, Harry turned and addressed the High Table, "Professors…" he hesitated when he added, "Headmaster, I hope it will be my honour to learn from such an…esteemed group of witches and wizards such as yourself."
Dumbledore was thunderstruck; how had this boy seen through the welcome return of Remus? Keeping his decorum in check, the old man inclined his head and raised his goblet, "Thank you Mr Riddle; I must say it is a surprise to see a student with such an…uncommon surname as yours; now, where are you being sorted?"
"SLYTHERIN!" Roared the Sorting Hat and Harry smiled as Dudley went to join Draco at the Slytherin Table; as Harry placed the hat on his own head, he felt a strong presence on his mind, like there was someone trying to enforce his decision.
(Shame it's not going to work,) thought Harry as he waited for the inevitable.
(Well,) spoke the hat, addressing Harry in his mind, (Master Riddle; welcome back, in more ways than one. Now, where do I put you?)
(I think you know the answer,) Harry answered, before he added, (I may have denied my heritage before, but now, I see it for what it is: I am his Heir and his Prince; now, put me where I truly belong: I want to be on my way to greatness.)
(If you're sure Master Riddle,) the hat replied, his tone amused at Harry's request before it declared, "SLYTHERIN!"
As soon as Harry went to the Slytherin Table, the Slytherins all moved aside for Harry, giving him a seat in the centre of the table, Draco and Dudley either side of him, all of the Slytherins watching in case their young lord should be made uncomfortable.
A short while afterwards, the Sorting Ceremony officially began and, as Harry watched, he saw thirty first-years divided amongst the Houses: Gryffindor and Slytherin each gained 10 new members while Ravenclaw gained 6 and Hufflepuff gained 4, all of whom reminded the young Riddle of himself when he first arrived; nervous, anxious and, in the case of the Slytherins, ready to listen, learn and lead by example.
Professor Dumbledore then rose from his seat and looked to each of the students before he spoke, "To all our new students welcome to Hogwarts and to our returning students, welcome back! Now, as most of you know, earlier this year, the Triwizard Tournament resulted in a death and a severe, life-threatening injury; however, due to the specialists and healers, I am pleased to welcome back our very own Harry Potter to the land of the living!"
The Gryffindors cheered loudest amongst the others, but Harry then saw his Father and Snape grinding their teeth and smiling forcibly; at Dumbledore's right, the toad woman also seemed to smile with force, as if she feared what Dumbledore would say next.
"Now," continued the Headmaster, "At the request of the Ministry, we have two new teachers at Hogwarts and the return of an old mentor; firstly, please welcome Professor Dolores Umbridge from the Ministry who is taking the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts for this year."
"Hem, hem," Umbridge suddenly cleared her throat and stood, approaching the front.
"Thank you, headmaster, for those kind words of welcome. The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of a vital importance. Although each headmaster has brought something new to this... historic school, progress for the sake of progress must be discouraged. Let us preserve what must be preserved, perfect what can be perfected and prune practices that ought to be... prohibited!"
"Interesting," whispered Harry, making Dudley and Draco look at him with wonder.
"What is it Harry?" asked Draco.
"It," explained the Dark Prince, then noticing the Golden Trio also watching Umbridge, "Means that Dumbledore is under watch after what he said about the Dark Lord: the Ministry are interfering at Hogwarts and that gives me an idea."
"What?" asked Dudley.
"Let me speak with our new…professor," Harry suggested, indicating where the obviously-glamoured Tom was sat, "Before I say anything; but, if this works, then I will be the first to say that life at Hogwarts is about to change!"
After Umbridge had sat down, Dumbledore continued, "Thank you Professor Umbridge; I daresay that we will find an inspiration in your words; now, also this year, we will be introducing the course of Magical Focus, which will be taught on two levels: the lower years, that being the first, second and third years will be taught by our returning old friend Professor Lupin!"
A raucous cheer filled the hall at Lupin's name before Dumbledore then silenced the group, Harry noticing a suspicious look in the old man's eyes as he locked eyes with the Slytherins, before he added, "However, the fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh years will be taught by a new teacher; this year, I am pleased to welcome Professor Vincent Orion from the Magical University of America; he will be teaching a more in-depth Focus to those of higher years. Now, I have just one more thing to say and that is…tuck in!"
Harry nodded in agreement, thankful the old fool had finally shut up, before he began to tuck into the feast with the other Slytherins; not much was said throughout the feast, save for the recognition that Draco Malfoy and Millicent Bulstrode were now the Slytherin prefects, which meant Malfoy would now have a greater calling to his duties as Harry's eyes and ears.
When the last of the feast was cleared, Harry was led by Draco and Millicent down through the castle to the dungeons where the young Malfoy explained about the Slytherins' password being changed every term; the password for this term is Sanctus Obscurum, which meant Sacred Darkness.
When they entered the Slytherin Common Room, Draco and Millicent talked about the rules for being a Slytherin, before adding that there were certain rules about being Slytherin that didn't apply to the rest of the school; for one, the return of the Dark Lord was strictly for those in Slytherin to speak of to each other. Anyone caught talking about it to any other student, which was especially forced on Gryffindors, would be considered traitors and be dealt with by Professor Snape.
Leaving it at that, Draco, Harry, Dudley, Blaise, Theo, Crabbe and Goyle then made their way to the fifth-year dorm, before they decided to resort the order of beds: Harry in the centre, Draco on his right and Dudley on his left; Blaise and Crabbe far left and Goyle and Theo on the farthest right. As he sat on his bed, Harry then looked to the others before he explained, "I need to leave for a while; don't let anyone out of the dorm until I return."
"Of course my young lord," Blaise nodded, the secrecy charm enforced on them now lifted due to them being in the Common Room.
Before he left, Harry reached into the depths of his trunk and pulled out a certain parchment before he left and, standing in the corridor, whispered, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!"
At his words, the parchment started to reveal the detailed map of Hogwarts otherwise known as the Marauder's Map: it was thanks to Sirius, Remus and James that Harry now had a copy of this map; everything else that had belonged to his past life was more than likely now in the hands of said wizard. Looking at the map, Harry smiled as he saw that his target, Professor Orion, was in a large classroom on the sixth floor; keeping to the shadows, Harry made his way to the sixth floor, before he whispered, "Mischief Managed."
Stood outside the door, Harry raised his hand and knocked, prompting a sharp voice that reminded him of a cross between Lucius and the young Tom Riddle to reply, "Come in!"
Harry opened the door and, as soon as he stepped inside, raised his eyes in surprise as to what he was looking at: the Magical Focus classroom was set out with an arranged semi-circle of mats and candles, sticks of incense and vials of potions were around the outside of the room and there, at the head of the semi-circle, was Professor Orion, unpacking the last of his items; looking up, the Professor smiled and shook his head, "I had a feeling it would be you Harry!"
As he smiled back, Harry felt a magical barrier wrap around the room before Professor Orion explained, "We're perfectly safe here Harry; so, I guess what you want to know is…" he then tapped his wand to his heart and Harry watched as the emerald robe became jet black, the straight hair seemed to fall around his shoulders and the brown eyes became blood-red before the Dark Lord Voldemort, Harry's Father, stood before his son as he finished, "What in Salazar's name am I doing as a teacher at Hogwarts?"
"Right," smiled Harry, stepping closer to his Father, his eyes not betraying him as he could feel their bond and it was strong. "Not that I'm not happy to see you Dad, but what if the old fool suspects something?"
"Let's just say," answered Tom, "That I played the old man's game and manipulated the master manipulator; don't worry Harry, he won't get to either of us."
"What about Potter?" asked Harry coldly, "How did he do it Dad?"
"My guess," suggested the Dark Lord, "Extremely powerful magic; but wasn't the Stone destroyed?"
Harry stepped closer and Tom, seeing the look in his son's eyes, held out his arms and allowed Harry to sit in his lap like a kid, before the young wizard replied, "I don't care how he did it Dad; it's just, he's doing it because he doesn't want me to be powerful; with you here, he knows about me and will be able to use me again: I won't let him Dad…I won't!"
"I know you won't little snake," Tom smiled, stroking Harry's soft black hair, before he then commented, "My son needs a haircut!"
"Dad," groaned Harry, "Don't change the subject: anyway, what is Magical Focus?"
"Remember your powers?" asked Tom, Harry nodding as he allowed his Father to keep running those soft fingers through his hair, relaxing the Dark Prince after his earlier outburst. "Well, Magical Focus is centred around that; it allows a witch or wizard to feel their true potential and then build on that: I will be teaching your class as well as those damn Gryffindorks, so I'll be able to see for myself whether Harry Potter is anything close to the little snake I call my son."
"Dad," Harry suddenly spoke up, looking to his Father, "There's something I want to ask you, but I'm a bit nervous as to how to say it."
"Then speak your mind, my son," grinned Tom, sensing his son's dilemma through the bond.
"Umbridge," Harry responded rather flatly, "I was wondering if I could play the role of a double agent: Dumbledore has his weapon, so I was wondering if we could use Umbridge and her influence to make me the Ministry's weapon. I'd take responsibility for it and I'd make sure that at least half the Slytherins were involved; but, think about it: with me watching his little undead saviour, Dumbledore would be backed into a corner and then he would make a mistake and that's when I would strike at him."
Tom thought on it before he smiled and ruffled Harry's black hair, "You little genius! Go right ahead with whatever plans you may have Harry; as your Father, I support you and as the Dark Lord, I encourage and allow you to do this. But, make sure that you do keep an eye on Dumbledore and his little saviour: I have plans for this year that cannot be stopped."
"And I may have a way to help with those plans," Harry suddenly piped up; leaning up to his Father's ear, Harry whispered his plan and, when he pulled back, he said, "Even the Dark Lord cannot be in two places at once…not without some help."
"I was right," laughed Tom, giving his son a strong hug, "You are a little genius: now go on, you have tomorrow to prepare for your lessons and then, on Monday, you have me, Professor Orion, for first thing."
"See you…Professor," grinned Harry, before he ran before the Dark Lord could do anything.
Resuming his Vincent Orion guise, the Dark Lord sniggered and whispered, "Good luck, Harry Riddle!"
Chapter 6 and Tom at Hogwarts? HA! Dumbledore has his enemies inside the walls and he doesn't suspect a thing: but what is Harry's plan for Umbridge and how can he help his Father?
Also, now that the cat is out of the bag on Harry Potter, what will happen when the Black Magician meets his former self: the Golden Boy of Gryffindor?
And, what did Fawkes mean by calling Prince Slytherin his Master?
Keep Reading to Find Out…
In the Next Chapter: 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; plus, Harry puts his plan into action with Umbridge and Fawkes meets Harry Riddle…
The Following Chapter: Harry Riddle and Harry Potter clash on the Quidditch Field and Tom speaks some more to his son about what has happened; also, Daphne speaks to Harry about their 'event' and Draco seems concerned for a certain ally of the Dark Prince; is he in love?
Chapter 9: In Hogsmeade, Harry, Draco and Dudley meet an unlikely enemy and Harry begins to build his dark forces with the Inquisitorial Squad; plus, there's an attack by the Dark Lord, but Professor Orion is still at school; can he really be in two places at once?
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