The Riddle Answered
Disclaimer: SEE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS FOR PLOT AND TAGS AND DISCLAIMER
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…
Normal Speech
(Thought)
{Parseltongue}
Mental Bonds (Harry with Daphne, Fawkes and his Father)
Review Answers for Ch 10:
Vanzdaprincez: it's not Moody; in fact, it's pretty obvious and if I said he was operating under Harry's orders, then that may clear it up; also, I can't really answer that without revealing too much from the story…
2: Bella will be here soon…
Gallantmon228: I am looking forward to writing the Dumbledore-Gets-Fired chapter myself ;-)…
Mrs Vega: It's a real word and it is to do with alchemy; Peter's fate? Not yet decided; Cho IS Harry's Raven Spy and Umbridge is different to Harry because of how he is affecting the Truth or Lie scales at the moment; that could change, but nothing as of yet; Draco and Ginny will be set in stone at Christmas…
Slytherin66: It's not Tonks; Draco and Ginny's offspring? One step at a time thank you…
Last Time…
"Thank you Draco," Harry nodded once Draco had made his report, "Now, tell Tradire to keep a close eye on those she wants to join our cause, while I attack Dumbledore from the Ministry side of things; once that's done, then our plans can progress."
"Yes my Lord," Draco bowed, before leaving through the Floo Gate.
Once he was gone, Harry smiled slyly and, looking to his Father, actually laughed as he whispered, "I knew it!"
"What?" asked Tom, catching his son's mischievous glare.
So as not to scare Lucius, Harry said the next part in Parselenic, {Draco MALFOY is in love with Ginny WEASLEY!}
All Tom Riddle could do was laugh at the irony as Harry looked to Lucius and shook his head, his almost sorrowful smile confusing the Malfoy elder.
Chapter 11: The Snake-Lion Alliance
Hogwarts School:
Draco was still in the dark when Harry returned to Hogwarts; he had no idea that his Lord and Master had an idea about his allegiance, nor did he know that Harry actually planned to use this friendship to his advantage.
As Halloween approached, Harry also began to think more on his Dark Forces; with Sirius and Remus in the Order, Ginny watching Dumbledore's Army and his close allies working with his Homunculus, Harry believed he had allies on all sides: yet, as he lay out on the fields near the Great Lake, watching as Blaise and Dudley were practicing duelling, Harry then came up with another realisation.
Dumbledore, the fool and manipulative git that he was, did not have a certain hold over those outside of Hogwarts and, if Harry played his cards right, then he could possibly recruit those who had helped him the previous year. He knew that Karkaroff was a Death Eater, which meant Durmstrang would welcome the Dark Prince if he commanded them to do so.
Then, there were also the beautiful women of Beauxbatons: their Glamour effect on men was what made Harry so different: with his immunity to their little spell, he was also safe to speak to them without sounding like a blathering idiot.
(But would Father agree to the plan?) Wondered Harry as he then felt a soft pressure on his side; looking down, Harry smiled as he saw Daphne leaning against his shoulder, a Charms book open on her lap as she lay next to her boyfriend.
"What's wrong Harry?" asked Daphne, looking to her boyfriend's ice-blue eyes, "I've been able to sense a strong emotion of angst and wonder coming from you, but I don't know what could cause such power."
"It's nothing Daph," Harry answered, slowly running his fingers through his girlfriend's hair, "I was just thinking about my plans for the New Year; some things have come to Light and I need to be able to see this new revelation."
"Harry," Daphne smiled, speaking through their bond, "What is it, my dark love? What troubles you that you must resort to cheesy puns about seeing the light?"
"I have a plan," Harry informed her, "But I don't know whether or not Father will agree with me."
"Why wouldn't he?" asked Daphne, her strong dark eyes on him, "You're his son and heir; not to mention the Heir of Darkness and Lord of Slytherin; in what way would your Father disagree with you? Unless you're planning to join Dumbledore…" she then laughed at the incredulous look on Harry's face as he kissed her forehead, before looking out over the Lake.
"Nothing on this Earth would make me join Dumbledore!" he exclaimed, watching as Dudley and Blaise's duel had now turned into a wrestling match on the shore, "No, my plan involves magic from beyond our school and beyond Father's touch; I know, from experience that Igor Karkaroff, High Master of Durmstrang, is, or rather was one of us, so I was going to contact him about an allegiance."
"And why would Voldemort disagree with that?" asked Daphne, her fingers playing with a stray lock of Harry's black hair, "He would actually say that his son was a genius and that you had his support. Of course, if you do not trust my word Harry, then go and speak to him yourself."
Harry placed his hand under Daphne's chin, before he lifted her head and allowed their lips to meet, a smile of true thanks dancing on his lips.
After a few moments, Daphne parted her lips and allowed Harry to run his tongue over her teeth and explore her mouth, before he answered her query, "I will always listen to my Dark Queen, Lady Greengrass; you are my Bonded and my girl; I will always trust your word."
"GET A ROOM!" Laughed a familiar voice, making the two part as Harry saw Draco walking towards him; with a scowl, Harry shook his head and, holding up his wand, pointed at Draco, his ice-blue eyes shining with dark magic.
"You shouldn't have done that Draco," Harry insisted, keeping his voice low and cold as he saw the look of sudden fright appear on Malfoy's face; with a low, menacing hiss, Harry commanded, "Aeosinder!"
A black cyclone of wind blew from the tip of his wand and struck Draco hard, the cyclone carrying Malfoy like a paper ball through its torrential force as Harry then swerved his wand and laughed, "Have a good swim Draco!"
"HARRY!" called Malfoy, before there was a loud splash and the Malfoy Heir sputtered as he looked to his Prince and Princess, both of them sharing a laugh with Blaise and Dudley, both of whom were now entangled in their wrestling match, but now both flailing about with laughter.
As the laughter died down, none of them were aware of a certain dark-haired professor watching from the shadows of a nearby clearing; shaking his head, the professor laughed himself, before he returned his attention to the young Riddle.
(Harry,) he thought, (I know you have a dark heart, but sometimes, you truly are a little devil.)
Turning from the sight of his son, Professor Vincent Orion swept his cloak around him almost like Snape, before making his way to the Forest, his eyes cold as he looked around. There was one more thing he needed to do while at Hogwarts and, now that his son had led his first meeting, the hidden Dark Lord knew that the time was right to give Harry command of a certain Lord's Army, the fealty of said Lord once given to Voldemort.
"Are you here?" he called into the gloomy darkness, "The time has come to pay on your debt."
The darkness seemed to gather, before a man, dressed in a long black suit similar to a ninja, stepped out from the shadows, his eyes cold and grey as he looked to the man before him. The newcomer was also bearing twin stars that each had 7-points with the symbol for Ying and Yang in the centre; when the man spoke, it was with a deep, almost undetectable hint of the Eastern Lands.
"Lord Riddle," the man spoke, "I once swore my honour to you and now you come to me and say our debt is done; how can I be of service?"
"If you wish to pay off your debt," explained Tom, becoming his Voldemort persona as he looked to the man, "You will, on Christmas Eve, appear to my son and pledge the allegiance of your kind to him; he will need watchers and spies that he can trust and he will need an ally who can move about freely; serve my son as you once served your King and I will consider our debt repaid in full."
"Of course Lord Riddle," the man nodded, "I will assemble my forces, but, by your son, am I right in guessing that you mean the Heir of Lord Martinez?"
"I do," answered the Dark Lord, "Now, Kiyo, what do you say?"
With a smile, his mask hiding the expression in all, but his eyes, the man, Kiyo, bowed at the waist and answered, "Lord Riddle, on my honour, I consider our debt fulfilled; the Brotherhood of the Kariyami will be honoured to serve the new Overlord of Black Magic."
As Tom watched, Kiyo then raised his two star-shaped weapons to the heavens and, with a clear voice, declared, "I, Kiyo Hirochi, solemnly swear to give the Black Lord my allegiance and fealty as his bodyguard; by the dark stars, I swear this!"
"By the power of the dark stars," Tom added, "I bind you to your promise, Lord Hirochi and consider your debt paid off to me."
Then, as quickly as he had come, Kiyo left through the shadows, leaving Professor Orion to turn and make his way back towards the school, aware of Harry and Daphne both sat in their same position, their eyes closed in peaceful silence.
(Kariyami,) thought Tom, (Fail in your servitude and I will make sure that you are bound to my little snake for all eternity.)
HJSRR
Slytherin Common Room: Halloween Morning:
"Happy Halloween Harry," smiled Daphne as she greeted her boyfriend with a good-morning kiss; returning the gesture, Harry allowed his eyes to wander over Daphne: she was dressed in her Hogwarts Robes, but, as he looked, the Dark Heir then noticed something else was different about his Dark Princess; it was like her magic was making her look all the more attractive, like a true angel of the night.
"Happy Halloween my lady," smiled the Dark Prince, before he held out his arm and allowed Daphne to escort him to the fireside, where Orochi was snoozing; as if he had sensed his Master, the serpent suddenly opened his eyes and coiled all the way around Harry's shoulders, puffing Daphne's cheek as she leaned next to her boyfriend.
{Good Morning Snake Maiden,} hissed Orochi, surprising Harry with the name, {How is the mate of my Master on this dark day?}
{Never better Orochi,} answered Daphne, before there was a burst of flames and Fawkes appeared, his black plumage shining against the deep light of the Common Room.
"Hello Fawkes," Harry nodded, aware of the phoenix holding onto a letter; taking it from him, Harry gave Fawkes a treat and then turned his attention to the letter.
Daphne noticed that, as Harry read into the information stored in the obviously charmed parchment, his eyes seemed to shine until, as if his excitement had triggered his power, the ice-blue became blood-red and, with a swish of his wand, Harry incinerated the letter, before he rose from his chair and, turning to Daphne, whispered, "Follow me."
Without arguing, Daphne gave Harry her arm as he led her out of the Common Room and down towards the courtyard; when they arrived, Harry almost broke down with laughter at the impossible sight before him.
Professor Trelawney was standing in the centre of the courtyard, shaking with true fear and horror, her cases gathered all around her; looking to the doors, Harry then noticed Professor Umbridge walking towards the Divination fraud, her face set in a crocodile smile that made even Harry shudder…for a few moments at least.
Several members of the school were gathered around the courtyard, including most of the Slytherins and the Squad, and, when Umbridge stopped before Trelawney, she looked to them and then back to the teacher.
"By order of the Minister," she decreed, allowing her voice to reach them all, "Sybil Trelawney is hereby sacked as Divination Teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for poor teaching methods and working under false pretences."
"No!" cried a familiar voice; Harry then watched as the 'Golden Trio' made their way towards the frightened Professor, Potter at the head as he stood between Umbridge and Trelawney.
"You can't do this Umbridge!" snarled Potter, "The authority still lies with Headmaster Dumbledore and not you: Professor Trelawney is not someone you have control over."
"Are you challenging the Ministry, Mr Potter?" asked Umbridge, before she was aware of the doors behind her opening and, as Harry looked, he choked on his own breath as Professor Dumbledore made his way towards Umbridge, who asked, "Albus, surely you too shall not challenge me? Under the jurisdiction of the Minister, I am permitted to fire staff for legitimate reasons."
"That may be Dolores," Dumbledore replied, watching as the Silver Triad suddenly stepped forwards, Harry and Draco shouldering Professor Umbridge as the old man continued, "However, the last time I checked, the right to remove them from the grounds lies with the Headmaster; Minerva, will you please escort Sybil back to her quarters and I will deal with this matter there?"
"Why so secretive Headmaster?" asked Harry, aware of the Golden Trio watching him, "Professor Trelawney, or should that be just Trelawney, has been removed as staff, so she has no quarters; if I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to prove the Ministry incompetent."
"That's enough Riddle," hissed Dumbledore, watching Harry with eyes of true hatred, "This is no business of a student, especially a newcomer such as you."
"Maybe," Umbridge agreed, "However, as Regent of the Minister, Master Riddle has the right to question you; oh, that reminds me," she turned and flicked her wand at Harry, who watched as his black robes and Riddle Crest were now added by a mark comprised of a white dragon crossing a crescent moon, which made Harry smile as he looked to the High Inquisitor; she was getting to Dumbledore by any means necessary: time for him to play along.
With a smile, Harry nodded and pulled out his wand; presenting it to Umbridge, he explained, "I am honoured to be accepted as a Ministry Regent, Secretary Umbridge; I will serve the Ministry and their beliefs with all my magic."
"Thank you Regent Riddle," Umbridge nodded, before she turned and asked, "Now Albus, with two Ministry-approved members on site, will you dare to challenge the Minister's powers again?"
Dumbledore was seething; how had Riddle, no Potter, earned the right to be a Regent of the Minister? As Fudge's voice at Hogwarts, Harry could not be touched and, from what Dumbledore could see, it was clear that the boy was far beyond his reach with Umbridge at his side.
Shaking his head, Harry then turned and spoke to the crowd, "Professor Umbridge was appointed by the Minister to be the voice of the Ministry and stop certain witches and wizards with their war-mongering and rumours; it is clear to me, as the Minister's Regent that the task set to her is now more complex than ever. By the right she has being the Inquisitor, Professor Umbridge has deemed Sybil Trelawney unsuitable for working here; now, will you leave willingly Professor, or will I have to have you escorted by Dementors from the school?"
"You will not bring Dementors anywhere near here Riddle!" hissed Potter, "If you do, then even Professor Dumbledore can deal with you and your pathetic excuse for a House."
There was sudden silence as Harry sighed and turned to Potter, his eyes cold as he asked, "And who can stop me Potter? You? Do you, the Golden Boy of Gryffindor, think you can match my power? Because, unless I am very much mistaken, your voice sounds different; I was led to believe that Harry Potter fought for his friends in silence, not acting like some loud-mouthed, obnoxious brat of a blood traitor."
Potter then looked to Dumbledore, before he turned and walked away, the Slytherins all laughing as Harry turned and rejoined his friends, his hands clenched into fists as he dealt with Potter's words.
(And that, Dumbledore,) he thought slyly, (Is why I am the one and only true wizard here; your ploys against death have failed and soon, by my hand, your precious Golden Boy will follow the same path!)
However, as Professor Umbridge then had Trelawney escorted away, Harry approached and whispered to Professor Umbridge, "Professor, unless I'm very much mistaken, I have never heard of a Ministry Regent."
"No, Master Riddle," smiled Umbridge, a letter appearing in her hand, "Until today, anyway; you now have the authority to challenge the teachers if they fail; you have Head Boy powers and rights and, as High Inquisitor, I would like you, Master Riddle, to be my official liaison between Hogwarts and the Ministry, hence your new title."
Harry could only nod as he replied, "I would be honoured to accept Madam Secretary: but on one condition."
"What is it?"
Harry looked to the Triad and then to Daphne, before he added, "Daphne gets the same responsibilities: you see, Professor, we have a Soul Bond between us, so one half of that shouldn't have more power than the other."
"I agree with that," Umbridge replied, aware all too well of Harry's union with Daphne.
As they returned to the Common Room, Harry then turned and watched as the great doors to the school shut behind them; with a cold smile, he looped his arm around his girlfriend, before he announced, "Poor Dumbledore; with my new status, he, Potter, the Order…they're all trapped!"
HJSRR
Great Hall:
At dinner that evening, not one member of Hogwarts challenged Harry's authority when he walked into the Great Hall, flanked by his Triad, and, approaching Umbridge, handed her a parchment with several signatures.
Turning to the students, Harry cast a Sonorous on his voice, before he announced, "By the authority given to me as Ministry Regent, I have hereby enforced the first of many Education Decrees: from now on, all extra-curricular clubs and gatherings must be passed through the Hogwarts High Inquisitor before they can be allowed: this includes Squads, Societies and…Armies!"
He noticed several of the Gryffindors going pale as he locked eyes with the Golden Trio, before continuing, "So, for the first decree, known as Education Decree Number One Hundred and Thirty Three, all non-Ministry-approved or course-legitimate books will be confiscated by the Inquisitorial Squad and the High Inquisitor. Also," he looked again to the Gryffindors, before continuing, "Under Education Decree Number Eighty-Two, I would like the following students to report to the High Inquisitor's Office after dinner for a few words about their lessons: Neville Longbottom, Fred and George Weasley, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood and Miss Ginny Weasley."
The students in question all shared a scared, icy glance with one another as Harry then saw Potter and the only unnamed Weasley looking to their third member with fright.
Dampening the sound on his voice, Harry then turned and added, "One more thing, Professors McGonagall, Snape, Orion and Lupin, would you also mind coming to this meeting as I know Professor Umbridge has things to say to the four of you as well."
"Of course Regent Riddle," answered Professor Orion, trying to contain his gales of laughter as the Dark Lord under the mask sensed his son's true intentions.
"I'll be there," Lupin nodded.
"Of course," McGonagall answered, though she was both confused and stunned to hear this fifth year speak with such dexterity and authority.
"As you wish Master Riddle," finished Snape, noticing his two partners in darkness sharing the same look of wonder on their faces.
Returning to the Slytherin Table, Harry leaned down and whispered, "Draco, Dudley, Daphne, dorm, now!"
The triad followed their leader while Daphne walked arm in arm with her boyfriend back to the Common Room where, as soon as the entrance closed up, Draco asked, "Young Master, what are you doing speaking to those traitors?"
"Tradire," explained Harry, "She had a plan to convert the other Weasleys to our cause; now, Fred and George are seventh-years, so, if I'm going to convert them, then I need to do that now before Dumbledore gets his claws into them. As for Hermione, Neville and Luna; well, with the exception of Loony Lovegood, I know that there's something different about the other two: I mean, ever since Orion's first class, has Longbottom ever caused another accident?"
"No," answered Dudley, "In fact, the only way he's done so much as come close to an accident is through that pretender calling himself Harry Potter."
"Exactly," Daphne nodded, her eyes on her boyfriend's closest allies, "And, as Harry says, he's been planning something similar to this for some time now."
"So," Harry sighed, "With a few choice spells, a shot of Legilimency and a touch of Veritaserum, we'll have those who I've been watching singing like canaries."
"What?" asked Draco, "You're going to hex them?"
"No," laughed Dudley, "It's a Muggle expression meaning we'll have them where we want them and I personally think it a good idea: I mean, I know that the Young Lord won't let anyone get close to him without reason – his eyes flicked to Daphne – but he also has a plan to make Hogwarts and her headmaster acknowledge him as the Lord of the Founder that he is."
"Couldn't have said it better myself," Harry nodded, before he vanished to get ready for their meeting with the few members of the Army.
HJSRR
Umbridge's Office:
Entering the office, his black robes dressed to perfection, Harry looked at the small gathering around him: Neville and Hermione were looking at one another with concerned glances while Fred, George and Ginny were trying to stand with their Head of House, Luna just allowing her eyes to wander the classroom.
Professor McGonagall, as soon as Harry entered, spoke from her spot near the back wall, "Mr Riddle, I know you have the authority to question students, but why, might I ask, are there also teachers here?"
"Hem, hem," came a sudden voice and Harry stepped aside with grace as Professor Umbridge entered, followed by Professors Lupin, Snape and Orion, the latter nodding his approval to the meeting; when she closed the door behind them, Umbridge then explained, "As per Master Riddle's recommendations, Minerva, you, Severus, Vincent and Remus were left alone from my inspections," Lupin and McGonagall both gasped at the revelation, the Magical Focus tutor looking to Harry in shock as Umbridge continued. "Despite my personal feelings towards Remus' kind, I accepted the recommendations and, from what I have heard from the Inquisitorial Squad as well as the few students who speak in your name, I have heard great things that make me pleased for Master Riddle's words."
"But why are we here?" asked Hermione, "We have…homework and studies for our OWLs and…"
"Drop the pretences Granger," hissed Harry suddenly, his ice-blue eyes on them as he explained, "I know all too well about your out-of-hours meetings and gathering; however, I'm not going to do anything…yet: Professor, would you give us some privacy?"
Umbridge looked to Harry, before she nodded and left the office, Harry turning back to Hermione as he continued, his magic sensing a privacy ward being thrown up around the room. "I know all about Dumbledore's Army and it's out-of-bounds teachings by the so-called saviour, but, if you listen to what I have to say, then you will not face the same repercussions that Mr Potter and the others will face."
"How do you know…" asked Fred.
"About our meetings and teachings…" continued George.
"If you haven't been there?" they finished, before they watched as Ginny, obviously taking this as some kind of hint, stepped out from their group and stood next to Harry.
"That answer your question?" asked Harry, a cold smile on his face, "Now, let me see if I get this right: your so-called Saviour comes back from a near-death environment and, all of a sudden, the brains of the trio becomes the follower while the weakest Gryffindor in history becomes stronger?"
Hermione and Neville looked to one another, as Harry, in a sing-song voice, laughed, "Something's not quite right here."
"But why are we here?" asked Professor Snape, "We have had nothing to do with these gatherings Mr Riddle."
"You're here as my witnesses, Professor," explained Harry, before he walked over to Umbridge's fireplace and, throwing some powder into the hearth, called, "You can come through now!"
In two flashes of green flames, Hermione and the rest of the group all gasped as Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour appeared in the office, both of them nodding with respect at Harry.
"Meester Riddle," Krum spoke in his thick accent, "Ve haff come at your request; vat can Durmstrang do for you?"
"You can help me and our Ministry, Master Krum," explained Harry, giving Viktor a slight bow of respect as he turned and added, "Miss Delacour, did you bring them?"
"I did Monsieur Riddle," explained Fleur, "But I do not understand what it iz that you would want with zem."
"Who?" asked the twins, before the flames rose again and two newcomers made the three Weasleys gasp with shock:
The first of the two was tall and thin, his red hair immediately showing him to be one of the Weasleys, which was also tied in a long ponytail; his robes were a deep shade of crimson and black that wouldn't look out of place at a rock concert; he was also wearing a pair of dragon-hide boots and bearing a fang dangling from his ear.
The second was nothing like the first; he was short and stocky with so many freckles on his red-haired face that he appeared to be tanned; like his companion, he was wearing deep crimson robes and bearing what appeared to be an array of bruises and scars on his arms and fingers. He wore snakeskin boots and, when he saw Fred, George and Ginny there, he spoke with a cool voice, "Well, this is a surprise."
"Bill!" gasped Fred.
"Charlie," added George, before, in their typical fashion, the twins asked;
"What are you doing here?"
"We're here to tell you all the truth," explained Bill, batting away his long red hair as he looked to his younger siblings; seeing Ginny with a Slytherin, Bill then nodded and added, "Nice to see that our brother's not the only Weasley to see the truth."
"What truth?" asked Hermione, trying to piece this surprise meeting together.
"That Dumbledore is one mother-fucker of a liar!" explained Charlie, "We heard all about the Tri-Wizard Tournament and what happened earlier this year; if he's really back, then I'm the son of a dragon!"
"But Bill," gasped Fred, "Harry saw him come back! He almost killed Harry in battle and murdered a student!"
"No he didn't," Charlie continued, looking to Harry Riddle with a sense of foreboding; there was something going on here that seemed to link all this, but he was here under Ministry permissions, so he couldn't say anything. "Harry Potter was injured in the Tournament and Dumbledore guided him along, just so he could keep the wizarding world in check and Minister Fudge in worry."
"Mr Weasley," Harry suddenly spoke up, addressing Charlie, "I believe that, in light of what I have just witnessed, there may be more here than we believe," turning to his professors, Harry asked, "Do I have your permission to cast a little charm to see what's really going on?"
McGonagall, shocked at the sudden alliance of her two ex-students to a Slytherin, not to mention how she then seemed to notice Ginny Weasley hand in hand with Draco Malfoy – neither having noticed themselves – McGonagall nodded and explained, "As their Head of House and Deputy Headmistress, I give you permission, Mr Riddle!"
"Then you may want to stand back," Harry informed them, before he pulled out his black oak wand and, swishing it along each of the students, Harry commanded, "Spirit-Retrorsum Maxima!"
There was a blinding flash of light, which filled the whole room, before, as the light faded, Harry then saw the green flames rise again, but didn't bother to notice that they were also now one teacher down; instead, he kept his eyes on the four Gryffindors and Ravenclaw as his eyes lit up with hope:
(Now,) he thought, watching as they effect of the spell finally took hold, (The moment of truth: I always thought the Gryffindor Trio acted a little different and now we find out what the old man has done to them…hey,) he then looked behind to his teachers and, with narrowed eyes, finally noticed the missing person.
(Where'd Dad go?)
So, what secrets has the old man given to Hermione, Gred, Forge, Neville and Luna? Is their sudden change genuine or is there more to it? And, if Hermione has been betrayed by the old man, then what could she know about our Dark Prince?
Also, where DID Tom go and how will Dumbledore handle the fact that, aside from Ron 'I've got a big head' Weasley, the Weasleys are falling to the Dark Side?
Keep Reading to Find Out…
In the Next Chapter: Harry finds trouble sleeping at night; also, the Dark Lord makes plans to give his son a special Christmas Present and an old friend of Harry's has a surprise revelation about the TWT and what happened afterwards…
Chapter 13: A long-awaited person makes her debut in the story and a certain couple seek permission from their families; plus, Christmas brings a joy to Harry Riddle he has never felt, and he discovers an unusual, yet clever, way to get under his devious doppelganger's skin…
Chapter 14: Harry puts the pieces of his life together as he figures out Dumbledore's manipulations: Draco and Ginny get closer, as do Harry and Daphne; also, the Silver Triad find their Animagi forms and Harry begins his training as the Heir of Black Magic; what secrets await Harry in this rare and forgotten power…
Chapter 15: DUMBLEDORE'S GETTING FIRED! Harry makes an approach to the Minister and Hogwarts is in for its darkest days; plus, a certain visitor pays a visit to the Golden Brat of Gryffindor and Harry Riddle finally learns of a certain prophecy, but what is the truth behind it and why is Ron so adamant about staying true to the Light...
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OC Spells:
Aeosinder: The Black Cyclone Jinx: Summons a cyclone of wind magic that can carry an object, target or person through the air with the movements of the caster's wand…