The Riddle Answered

by DZ2

Rather than kill Harry in the graveyard, Tom reveals a startling secret: Harry is his son: Harry James Salazar Rasputin Riddle: son of Tom and Bellatrix. Dumbledore; beware: HARRY KNOWS THE TRUTH! Haphne (KEPT ON-SITE TO REMIND ME WHY I LOVE WRITING AND HOW, WHEN I GIVE MYSELF THE CHANCE AND PUT MY MIND TO IT, I CAN COME UP WITH SOMETHING TRULY GREAT!)

7. The Slytherin Mission

The Riddle Answered

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: I WISH TO MAKE A RECOMMENDATION: SelwynSentinel has wrriten a brilliant story named The Serpent Lord and it is well worth the read: also, I wish to thank Mrs Vega, Tiro and Shadow Bubbles for the inspirations behind this story…

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(Thought)

{Parseltongue}

Mental Bonds (Harry with Daphne, Fawkes and his Father)

144 Reviews and many alerts, favourites and Community additions; I love the fact you all love this story; also, please check out my poll and make your vote on Harry's LIGHT allies…

Review Answers for Chapter 6:

SimFlyer: Bella is Tom's wife and, before him, she married Rodolphus and divorced him when she was asked by the DL to be Harry's Mother; further explanations to come;

Fyredanzadesires: How can Daphne be the Light Lord if she is paired with Harry? As for the White Paladin's Familiar, I'm not sure…yet;

Slytherin66: a nice lengthy review and here are the answers: the Stone does have something to do with HP's revival; Dolores as Minister? Hmm, I see potential; the fake Harry's impact on the GT will come into play soon; manipulating the other Houses? Maybe, but if yes, then it will happen with the I.S;

Hpnut1: well, Dumbledore's hiding something and Harry's worried about her; think about it; anyway, she'll be back…soon;

Zyvanume: Harry asking Tom for love advice? Not so much; however, he and Daphne will be genuine;

Gallantmon228: That clash is coming up very soon and, as for Dumbledore; what goes around comes around? I've got one better: what you give, you will receive: Muahahahaha!

Dean the Cuddly Fox: Rasputin because it just seemed to fit; no relation to the Mad Monk, but more the impact of the name in Mythology: Rasputin as a powerful dark sorcerer and ally/bearer of a Great Darkness;

Last Time…

"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 7: The Slytherin Mission

Hogwarts School; Next Day

When Harry opened his eyes on the Monday morning, his first thought was of the lessons he would take with his Father: even if he was the Dark Lord, Harry knew that Professor Orion would be an excellent tutor; after all, every witch and wizard has a certain potential and, through his teachings, Harry suddenly had a vision of some of those students – outside Slytherin – who would be loyal and see the light in the darkness and vice versa.

As he made his way to the Great Hall, flanked by Draco and Dudley, Harry suddenly felt his blood go cold as he saw Harry Potter making his way to the same hall, flanked by Ron and Hermione. As Harry watched his devious doppelganger, he then noticed that, once again, Ginny wasn't among the Gryffindors.

(If you've hurt her old man,) he thought, his ice-blue eyes darkening, (I will take great pleasure in tearing this school to pieces.)

Entering the Great Hall, Harry sat down with a slow sigh as he looked to the Head Table, noticing Professor Snape talking with both Professors Lupin and Orion before, as if the dark-haired teacher knew he was being watched, he looked right at his Young Master and nodded politely; following Snape's gaze, Professor Orion looked to Harry and held up a single finger with a wink.

"First lesson," said his Father through the bond, "You, my little one; however, I'm sorry."

"Why?" asked Harry, turning back to the table so as to reduce suspicion.

"Dumbledore has taken charge of my sessions and has placed you with the Gryffindors: it means that you and your doppelganger will be in the same room for two hours."

"It doesn't bother me Father," Harry answered, sending his Father a sense of contentment as he added, "It just means I have the chance to prove my power to those weaklings who follow that lying old…"

"Harry!" Voldemort told him warningly, "Language!"

Shaking his head, Harry returned his attention to his breakfast and was just about to take a bite out of a piece of toast when the morning mail arrived; Draco's Eagle Owl Salazar dropped off the usual weekly sweet supply Harry had seen while a grey and white Barn Owl no-one had seen before flew down and landed before the Prince of Slytherin.

This was Martinez: Harry's new owl and named after the Black Magician's ancestor; he knew that Hedwig, who he then noticed flying among the owls, was now in Dumbledore's hands, and Harry actually felt sad: it was like he had lost the only friend he'd truly had at Hogwarts. But, he was no longer that pretender and that meant everything had died; he was just Harry now and that was who he would remain.

Returning his attention to Martinez, Harry noticed the owl picking at his bacon before he held out his left claw, a package and letter tied to the owl's leg; opening the letter first, Harry was stunned to see his Father's handwriting:

Harry,

If you are reading this, then you have noticed my plan for keeping Dumbledore away from you and, most likely, you have spoken to me about this. I ask that you do not trouble yourself with my plan, little snake, and instead focus on gaining your rightful title as Lord Slytherin. With this letter comes a parcel that belonged to the last True Heir: it's the pendant of Slytherin himself and comes with his legendary and dark-magic infused, dagger. This dagger will only allow itself to be unsheathed by the True Heir and, with the pendant, you will have access to all of Slytherin's resources, including tapping into the pendant's power and learning the magic of Salazar Slytherin himself.

Now, I know already that all of Slytherin House will do what you say, so I ask that you are not afraid to use this superiority over them; Lucius has told me that Draco has been made Prefect with a now-seventh year named Cain Mackenzie being made the Head Boy; that's almost one quarter of the authority in the school; combine that with the loyalty from Severus and the fact that you ARE Lord Slytherin and you, Harry James Salazar Rasputin Riddle, are the sole most powerful teen in school.

I hope you enjoy your year and, no matter what, do not allow Dumbledore to remove your pendant; speak to Severus when you get the chance and he will teach you a little more about the dagger.

Your Father,

Lord Voldemort – Tom Marvolo Riddle.

PS: This letter was written with my own magic, therefore, anyone else will read it as a well-wish from Lord Riddle that they think I am.

Harry opened the package and gasped at what he saw: inside was a belt made from the skin of a Basilisk and infused with silver; across the buckle was the Slytherin Coat of Arms.

The finishing touch was on what would be Harry's right side: a beautiful black-gilded dagger sheathed in a scabbard that displayed serpents coiling around a letter S.

Tying the belt around him, Harry draped his robe over the dagger and felt it comfortably settle against his waist before he looked back to the parcel and noticed a black box; opening the box, Harry gasped again as he found a pendant made from solid gold embossed with a serpent coiled into a letter S, the serpent itself made from emeralds.

"Thank you Father," Harry whispered through the bond, before he tied the pendant around his neck, ensuring it fit safely next to his two-way mirror: the pendant settled just below his collarbone while his mirror was secured above his navel; it was a long piece of jewellery after all.

(I should probably speak to Dad about changing this into something else,) thought Harry as he slyly removed his mirror and pocketed it, before looking back to the Head Table.

Professor Orion was smiling as he listened to Severus; when he saw Harry watching, he nodded with a 'you're welcome' expression, pretending to agree with something the Potions Master was saying.

A short while later, Professor Snape passed the Slytherins and handed out their timetables: Harry's face seemed to become a roller-coaster of expressions as he saw that Potions and Magical Focus were with the Gryffindors, Charms and Herbology were the Slytherins alone and Defence Against Dark Arts and Astronomy were with the Ravenclaws; the Slytherins also had History of Magic with the Gryffindors, but Harry then noticed he had no options lessons; when he turned his timetable over, he saw a message from Severus:

See me after Magical Focus and we'll talk about your options; I noticed your parcel and have a gift for you as Lord Slytherin; SS.

Harry nodded with understanding as he pocketed his timetable and, turning to his Trio, whispered, "Come on Dudley, Draco; let's get to Magical Focus so I don't have to walk with that pretender and the Mudblood."

"Coming Harry," Draco replied, before the Lord of Slytherin was surprised when the rest of the fifth years joined them, Draco and Dudley taking their flanked positions on Harry's left and right hand sides.

HJSRR

Magical Focus:

When the fifth-year Slytherins reached the sixth-floor classroom, Harry was surprised to see Professor Orion waiting for them; when he saw the Slytherins, the new teacher nodded to them as he declared, "Nice to see Slytherins respect punctuality: now, while I wait for the stragglers, I want you all to go in there, choose a mat and stretch your body: Master Riddle, why don't you help them?"

"Yes sir," replied Harry, shocked as to hear his Father, even as a teacher, use the M word like a normal wizard.

When they entered the class, Harry saw the incense sticks, candles and potions from Saturday night now set in a diamond shape around each of the mats; taking the front, Harry then guided the class through several stretches: warming up their arm and leg muscles before he looked and noticed who was where: Draco, Theo and Pansy were on his left; Dudley, Blaise, Hesita Carrow and Daphne were on his right with Millicent, Tracey Davis, Flora Carrow, Crabbe and Goyle dispersed behind them; when the Gryffindors entered, Harry scowled as he saw Harry Potter take the farthest left, next to Theo, who seemed equally as uncomfortable as his young lord, but not before he saw Ron, Hermione and the other Gryffs take the same pattern as the Slytherins as Professor Orion returned.

"Master Riddle," he declared suddenly, "10 points to Slytherin for helping warm up your fellow students; Miss Davis, did any of the Gryffindors join in?"

"No sir," replied Tracey; she was a seemingly silver-haired girl with elf-like features and cold green eyes; the Carrow sisters both had brown hair and hazel eyes that looked like they would take on anyone who disrupted their way of life…and win.

"In that case," Orion continued, "A point from Gryffindor for each student who didn't join in; when you come to my lesson, even if I am not in the class, you will begin and end with stretches and exercise; not chit-chat or scowling, Mr Weasley I am talking to you," he added, noticing Ron staring daggers at the Riddle and Malfoy Heirs.

As Ron faced forwards again, Professor Orion continued, "Now, many of you are possibly asking yourselves what Magical Focus is: well, to explain, why don't we have…" he trailed off as Hermione, like the clichéd machine she was, threw her hand into the air; with a sigh, Orion continued, "10 points from Gryffindor Mistress Granger; in my class, you will wait for me to ask the question and then I will nominate one of you; you will not raise your hands and jump about like Muggle children, is that clear?"

"Yes Professor," chorused the class.

"And that's another thing," added Orion, "I will be addressing you as Master and Mistress: this is an act of respect towards each of you: be you half-blood, pure-blood or Muggleborn it doesn't matter to me. All fourth-years and above are teenagers and young adults, so they will get respect from me; however, give me a sole reason to hate you and that will respect will fall faster than you can say Avada Kedavra!"

The silence made Harry Riddle feel better; his Father always was good at getting a group's attention: as he looked to his Father, he saw a smile touch Orion's face as the new teacher repeated, "Now, as I was saying; to explain what Magical Focus is, we'll have one of you tell me…erm…Master Riddle, why not you?"

"Certainly Professor," replied Harry, before he seemed to repeat what he had been told as he explained, "Each one of us has a true magical potential and Magical Focus is a stepping stone using meditation that will help us find, discover and, Salazar permitting, tame that potential."

"15 points to Slytherin Master Riddle," grinned Professor Orion, "That is an OWL-Level answer and, if I had asked that in your exam, it would make you one step closer to an O or E; now, all around you are four items: on your north side is an incense stick; on your left is a scented candle: I chose Forest Rain as the scent; on the south side of you is the text that you will use for these lessons, Seeing the Unseen Magic by H.M Walker; and to the right of you is a potion that will help relax you: I advise you not to gulp the thing, however, as it is a potent Muscle Relaxant and can leave you in a dreamy, sleepy state for any time up to 48 hours if consumed whole. A few drops, or a small mouthful, will provide at least half an hour's worth of relaxant."

"But sir?" asked Hermione, "Isn't the use of relaxants in lessons illegal because of the risk of comatose or chemical addiction?"

"No Mistress Granger," replied Professor Orion, "I assure you that, although this is a potent potion, it is one of the many that are allowed for classes and lessons on Magical Focus and meditations: now, at the end of this lesson, I will give you all a select number of these potions and, for homework, which has no deadline, I want you all to use these for at least 30 minutes each day for no more than 4 days!" he added with a note of urgency in his voice, "Constant use will, and has, produced a near-poisonous effect, which is why I warned you of the dangers before hand. Now, for this lesson, we are going to work on finding our magical core: Master Malfoy, can you give me one example of the power one could find from their core?"

"The elements," Draco replied, "A witch or wizard could discover that they have elemental blood or even a secondary ability with that power, such as Parseltongue."

"Correct," nodded Professor Orion, "Now, for your first task, I want you all to take a small amount of the Relaxant Draught and stare deep into the candle; if you do this right then you should feel your magic spiking at the very tips of your fingers. Once you feel this magic, I want you to close your eyes and try to see your core. Then, once the draught has worn off, I want you all to draw your core and I want it in detail: size, colour and, more importantly, what the core itself looks like: now, to show I don't play favourites, Mr Potter, can you tell me why I would like to know what your core looks like."

"Of course sir," answered Harry Potter, the young Riddle keeping his eyes forwards as the Golden Boy of Gryffindor explained, "All cores are different sizes, but some can be defined as powerful shapes, such as impulses or explosions. Some can resemble diamonds while others resemble a large ball of fire."

"10 points to Gryffindor Mr Potter," Orion nodded, before he looked to each of the students as he added, "And now, take your draught…"

Harry did as he was asked, before he felt a very light, but powerful tingle run over his arms; as he looked into the flame, it was then that the Black Magician heard a voice in his mind, a voice similar to the way he spoke with his Father.

"Master, beware the dark one; there is more to him than you may think."

But, before Harry could inquire what the voice meant, he saw the flame lingering before him; realising his magic was reacting, Harry closed his eyes and kept his mind focused as he heard Professor Orion again;

"And…begin!"

HJSRR

After lesson: Potions Classroom:

"Wow," gasped Draco as he followed, "Professor Orion is a pretty good teacher; don't you think Harry?"

"I do," replied Prince Slytherin, his voice lightened due to the relaxant, "And then to know he loathes Gryffindors: I mean, Longbottom fell apart; Weasley tried attacking you and even Potter dared to question him. And who knew," he asked, looking to Dudley, "That you had such a powerful magical core Dudley?"

Dudley smiled and nodded his thanks: after they had learned the proper meditative means to find their cores, they had been asked to use the flame from the candles and the scents from the incense to go into a trance; after that, and after Neville Longbottom had nearly burned the class down when he had knocked his candle onto his text, Professor Orion had asked them to draw their core and, when Harry had seen Dudley's, he had been surprised: the young Evans had a core that burned like the sun, a deep darkness at its heart: Draco's core was more like a conflagration of coloured serpents, while Harry's was pure black with silver and red spots; according to Professor Orion, and against Weasley's accusations of him being a dark wizard, Harry's core symbolised great power.

(Which is no surprise,) Harry thought to himself as they waited outside Potions, Harry aware of his devious doppelganger close behind; as they waited, Harry remembered his meeting with Severus and made a mental note to wait behind.

"And then," laughed Draco, seemingly on purpose as the Golden Trio came into view, "For Potter to actually compare his core to yours; Harry, he had a yellow and red core, and he claimed it was because of the darkness shared by You-Know-Who."

"Professor Orion loved that," Harry laughed, noticing Potter watching him with cold eyes, "50 points for using his name and continuing those so-called facts that say the dead walk again!"

"Well you'd know Riddle," snarled Ron, noticing the Silver Trio laughing at their mistakes, "A Dark Wizard like you would kiss his feet: hey, Harry," he then added, looking to Potter, "What did you say his real name was?"

"Tom Riddle," Harry Potter answered, "And it's not a lie Riddle: I was there; I saw him; I fought him and he hurt me! He could have killed me and there was no-one to help me or Cedric!"

The Riddle Heir actually felt a pang of fear as he remembered the events from the graveyard, before he looked to his past-self and just snapped, "The Tournament killed Mr Diggory! Not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named: you are a liar Potter and a golden-boy-glory-hound: you couldn't face up to the truth, so you did the first thing you could and that was jump on your master's bandwagon! And don't think I don't know what you're implying Weasley: just because he shares my surname, you think we're related: well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but my Father is Lord Tiberius Salazar Riddle: a man born and raised in Australia before he moved over here and had me tutored in an Irish Magical Academy; when he heard of the dangers surrounding the other schools, he moved here and down south, where we now live in our family's manor and I am enrolled here at Hogwarts!"

"5 points for defending your family's honour Mr Riddle," a cold voice suddenly spoke up; turning, Harry and the others gasped as they found Professor Snape looking at them all like a hawk. He had obviously been drawn to his young master's voice shouting through the dungeon; turning to Weasley, Snape continued, "And 20 points from Gryffindor Mr Weasley, for accusing a student's lineage and comparing Mr Riddle to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! Now, all of you: get inside at once!"

Inside, Harry snorted heavily, his dark magic making the vials around them shudder with his power, before he whispered to Draco, "Give me one good reason Draco and I will turn that boy into wolf chunks and feed him to the werewolves!"

Professor Snape, like he usually did, started his lesson with a quiz to test the knowledge of the students: to everyone's surprise, Harry Riddle and Harry Potter answered each question correctly before Snape finally set them their task.

"For your first lesson," he explained, looking to each of them in turn, "You are to make the very potion that our new mentor, Professor Orion, has you using: you are to make a low-strength Relaxation Draught. Instructions are on the board and you have until the end of the lesson; you may begin."

(Cake,) thought Harry as he prepared the first of his ingredients; however, as Harry, who was partnered with Daphne and Draco, began to add the components to their cauldron, Harry was then aware of a magical pulse in the air: like there was a spell being cast. Moments later, Harry wheeled round and cried, "Protego!" before he watched with cold eyes as a Stunning Hex bounced off a rather impressive shield and instead of stunning anyone, splashed the potion used by Harry and the others all over Daphne and Draco, several other Slytherins being hit.

"WHO DID THAT?" Yelled Snape, his eyes narrowed as he saw Harry Riddle lowering his wand while the infamous Golden Boy of Gryffindor was staring at the dark heir with hatred. "Potter; why am I not surprised; now, class, anyone who has been hit with the draught can come up here for the antidote and…Mr Riddle?" he looked to Harry Riddle as he asked, "What is it?"

"Daphne's hurt sir," Harry explained, leaning over his friend: Daphne was laid on the floor of the Potions class, her eyes closed and a dreamy smile on her face; leaning over her, the young Riddle explained, "I think she got the full force of it."

"No," Snape explained, before he then looked up and, pulling out his wand, whispered an analysis charm and saw what was really harming her, "Your spell protected you three, but, when the potion exploded, its magical mix must have fused with your magical power; tell me Mr Riddle, have you been tested for your core?"

"Yes sir," Harry nodded, looking at Daphne, "It was pretty big and pretty powerful."

"I see," Snape sighed, before he then nodded, as if something had been confirmed, before he said, "Mr Riddle, take Miss Greengrass up to the Hospital Wing, would you? Oh, and take an O Grade for this lesson; as for you, Mr Potter: detention with me tonight and tomorrow and a further 10 points for harming a student unintentionally."

Harry Potter's reply rang in the young Riddle's ears as he left the class: "Harry Riddle deserves everything that is coming to him: he is an ally of Voldemort and I will destroy him."

(We'll see pretender,) growled Harry, his ice-blue eyes changing to a deep blood-red, (We'll see.)

HJSRR

Hospital Wing:

Harry laid Daphne's still body on one of the beds while Madam Pomfrey began busying herself with the task of trying to find some way to heal this magical outburst. That was the only explanation that Harry had for what had happened: his magic must have reacted in that split-second and, unable to contain his true power, Harry knew he must have allowed a small portion of his magic to touch Daphne, breaking his shield around her.

(Which would also explain the lack of scars or abrasions,) he thought, taking a seat next to her.

Daphne lay as still as a corpse and Harry knew he had to feel guilty: Dark Prince or not; Lord Slytherin or not, he was still a teenager and that meant he had to know when to take responsibility for his own actions.

"Daphne," he whispered, running his fingers along her hair, "I'm sorry!"

Then, as his skin touched Daphne's skin, there was a sudden burst of magic and, as Harry tried to stand, he found a scream of pain and anguish leaving his lips before, tearing his robe from him, Harry's hands scrabbled for his back: his dragon tattoo was on fire! The very sword used to brand his spine felt like it was now peeling the mark of Demonio Espíritu from his back with a rusted sword.

As soon as the driving pain filled his spine, Harry opened his mouth and let out a bestial roar before a voice spoke through his mind, a sweet voice that made his eyes widen with shock.

"Harry, do not fight this: it must have been pre-determined: let me help you."

Harry gave into the pain before he felt a second mind touch his own and, as he fell forwards, he realised that he could feel a soft hand now clasping his.

"Daphne?" he asked, using his mind.

"Yes, Prince Slytherin," replied the female Slytherin, "A Soul Bond has united us; but don't worry, I will support you first; I am your chosen one and still your ally."

"No," Harry whispered, feeling his consciousness fading, "You are who this says you are; Daphne Greengrass; you are…Lady Slytherin and Mistress of the Dark, but do you want to be my girlfriend just because of this or…"

He faded into a deep, magical slumber before he could finish the question, unaware of Professors Orion, Lupin, Snape and Madam Pomfrey smiling at them:

Both Slytherins lay against each other, their bodies radiating a powerful silver aura of magic; Professor Lupin looked to Professor Orion before he saw the Magical Focus tutor nod with agreement.

(She will be his,) thought Voldemort, aware of Madam Pomfrey watching him, (And she will be the perfect queen for him: Harry Potter is the Golden Boy of Gryffindor; well now, he, my son, Harry Riddle, is the Silver King of Slytherin.)

Chapter 7 and it seems that some kind of Soul Bond has united Daphne with the Silver King of Slytherin (catchy, don't you think?) but what does this mean for the dark destiny of our young Prince?

Also, who warned Harry Riddle about Harry Potter and how will his powers change Daphne?

Keep Reading to Find Out…

In the Next Chapter: Harry puts his plan into action with Umbridge and Fawkes meets Harry Riddle; 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'

Chapter 9: Draco seems concerned for a certain ally of the Dark Prince; is he in love? Plus, 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?

Chapter 10: Harry's spy gives him some interesting news about Harry Potter's plans and current situation; plus, Tom is leaving Hogwarts and Harry finds trouble sleeping at night; also, the Dark Lord makes plans to give his son a special Christmas Present and Daphne gives Harry her answer…

Chapter 11: Christmas brings a joy to Harry Riddle he has never felt; plus, his training begins as the Heir of Black Magic and he discovers an unusual, yet clever, way to get under his devious doppelganger's skin;

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