The Riddle Answered

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Pairings: Harry/Daphne; Draco/Ginny

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

In this chapter, this style indicates Bella singing through the bond with her son

Review Answers for Ch 15:

Hogwart lady: I'm glad you hold this story in such high regard;

KennethRose: It was both amusing and impossible; hence why I wrote it into the story;

Credo-Spero Fides: Well, what happened in the movie to him? As for Ron; well, this chapter should answer that question;

Last Time…

"This," explained Harry, "Is your final act of allegiance: you see guys, I have a confession to make: I did suspect you would betray me, but, given what you have done today, I know I can trust you so: Fred, George, Ginny, Neville, Hermione, Luna, and you too Daphne: you can choose to not sign this, but then I'd have to wipe your memories, so, take a look and see."

Looking at the parchment, the Gryffindors all shared a glance with the Slytherins, before Neville and Luna shared an awkward glance with one another; before them, the parchment read:

SOCIETY OF SHADOWS

I, the undersigned, solemnly swear on my life and magic never to betray the secrets and magic I will learn under the Society of Shadows and under our commander: Harry James Salazar Rasputin Riddle

Signed:

Draco Alexander Malfoy

Dudley Jonathan Evans

With a slow look at one another, it was Hermione who asked, "Will this enable us to…talk to you properly?"

"Yes," Harry told her, "And, if you sign it, then you will also be answering to me and not…my Father."

They all signed it, before Hermione asked, "What's our plan, Harry?"

"First," Harry answered, "We take down the Army: it's time for the king to be knocked off his throne!"

Chapter 16: Society Vs Army

Hogwarts School:

One week after making his declaration to Hermione and the others, Harry found himself sitting alone in the Slytherin Common Room, staring intently into the flames of the fireplace, his ice-blue eyes reflecting in the light and, at the same time, seemingly swallowing the warmth and light, leaving a dark, cold presence around the Black King.

(My plans are progressing,) thought Harry, linking his fingers as he stared, (Now, with the debut of my Society of Shadows, I can start to work my way up the ladder of loyalty and the first thing I need to do is take care of this so-called Dumbledore's Army, but to do that, I'd have to gather the Squad and reveal to Professor Umbridge that I've known about Dumbledore's plans for some time.)

A deep, monotonous hiss rolled off Harry's tongue as he leaned back in his chair, one hand reaching down to stroke at Orochi, who, until Harry had moved, had been snoozing on his master's lap. With the feeling of Harry's hands rubbing across his hood, the cobra began to hiss with contentment, his glassy eyes on Harry as he hissed, /You seem troubled, my Yami: is it the fall of the Light that troubles you?/

/It is my friend,/ replied Harry, /What option do I choose? Reveal what I know or tackle the Army single-handedly?/

/Remember your spies,/ Orochi advised him, /They too have loyalties to you; perhaps you can reveal them to the toad woman and avoid any unnecessary questions: she trusts in your judgment and, remember my friend, you do have the right to do what is necessary./

Harry laughed to himself as he continued stroking Orochi, /It seems like a lifetime since I gained that right,/ he hissed in response, his mind recalling his meeting with Umbridge in the first week.

Flashback

It had taken all night and most of the following morning, but, at long last, Harry was reunited with Daphne and word of their sudden relationship spread, but, in all fairness, Harry didn't mind the stares that most of the girls sent his way, nor did he mind the eyes of those who had clearly had their eyes on Daphne. All he was truly interested in was his plan to use the Ministry and to deal with Dumbledore and his zombie-saviour; as he sat at dinner that Thursday, Harry then noticed that Professor Umbridge wasn't sitting at the High Table.

(Probably preparing for her first lesson,) he thought, before rising and turning to leave; to no-one's surprise, Draco, Dudley and Daphne escorted the Silver King; while the boys themselves had become known as the Silver Triad, Harry was always happy to include Daphne in their missions and meetings. The other boys of Slytherin were simply guards and watchers of the Triad while the girls kept their eyes on Daphne and also watched the younger years.

Making his way to the third floor, Harry took a deep breath and knocked on the door, a familiar sickly-sweet voice answering, "Come in!"

Opening the door, Harry kept his formality to its highest standards as he spoke, "I'm sorry for intruding Professor Umbridge, but I was wondering if I could have a word."

Looking up, the new Defence Teacher, who was dressed in another pink dress, nodded and asked, "What can I do for you Master Riddle?"

(Clearly respects those who aren't with Dumbledore,) thought Harry, before he spoke again.

"Well, as we both know, a certain Gryffindor who will remain nameless has tried to convince the school that a certain Dark Lord who will also remain nameless has returned; we both know this is a lie Professor and I was wondering if, at your permission, I could suggest a way to combat said Gryffindor."

Umbridge then looked up again as she asked, "What do you suggest Master Riddle?"

Harry motioned to her office before he asked, "May we discuss this in private?"

When Professor Umbridge nodded, Harry looked to Daphne and gave her a small smile, his eyes narrowed with Slytherin slyness as he followed his Defence Teacher. Inside her office, Professor Umbridge made Harry feel almost queasy: her office was covered in as many shades of red and pink as she was, every inch of her wall covered with cat photos; nevertheless, Harry heaved a sigh and waited for Professor Umbridge to speak.

He didn't have to wait long as Umbridge took a seat, looked at him and asked, "So, Master Riddle, what can I do for you?"

"Well," replied Harry, taking a seat himself, "I may be a new student to Hogwarts, Professor, but I have noticed that order around here seems somewhat unruly and split between two different sides of the same coin: the coin being Hogwarts and the sides being the Ministry, whom I have all the respect in the world for, and Professor Dumbledore's insane rumours as to the return of Lord Vol—"

"Please don't say his name," Umbridge interrupted, "If you must, Master Riddle, then please say You-Know-Who or the Dark Lord and, as for your notice, I have to say that you are right: Professor Dumbledore is trying to cause a panic in the wizarding world by announcing the return of…You-Know-Who."

"Sounds to me like there's some kind of conspiracy with the Ministry," Harry sighed, trying his hardest not to laugh at how easy this was. With a cough, he continued, "If I didn't know better, I'd say Professor Dumbledore is trying to cause this…panic because he wants Minister Fudge's job, but, with your help, Madam Secretary, I have a way to combat him."

"And what is that?"

"Simple," Harry replied, linking his hands as he leaned across the table, "Dumbledore has those unfortunate enough to believe him and, where one starts, others will follow: so, my plan is this: we match his game plan; in other words Professor Umbridge, we form our own band of loyal witches and wizards whose sole purpose is to bring down Dumbledore and his rumours."

"But what about Hogwarts?" asked Professor Umbridge, looking into Harry's ice-blue eyes, "Without a headmaster…"

"Then perhaps this place could use the touch of a woman," Harry interrupted, "Someone who doesn't need propaganda to know that the school is on the straight and narrow; someone like…I don't know…you!"

Umbridge gasped with shock at Harry's proposal: her? In charge of Hogwarts? Acting under Cornelius' reign was enough, but, if the Ministry controlled Hogwarts then they would control the rumours and the war-mongering.

"And," Umbridge asked, "What of this…gathering of yours Master Riddle? Who would lead them?"

"I leave that choice to you," Harry answered, "And don't worry Professor; if you need time then I shall give you time, but, the longer we wait, the more influence Dumbledore gains. Now, I'm no Master Legilimens, but I can tell you that you would have the allegiance of Slytherin House, especially myself, Draco Malfoy, Dudley Evans and Daphne Greengrass."

"I will need time to run this through the Minister," Umbridge nodded, looking to Harry with eyes of respect as she added, "But thank you Master Riddle; you have given me much to consider; now, shall we get ready for our first lesson?"

Rising from her seat, Professor Umbridge emerged from her office with a smiling Harry Riddle, the latter looking to his quartet of followers, all of whom were sat in the front of the class, with successful eyes. Professor Umbridge was also smiling before she asked, "When can you have this plan of yours ready Master Riddle?"

"Give me until after the second Hogsmeade Weekend Professor and you will have what I spoke of," Harry told her, knowing full well that his meeting with the Death Eaters as well as Hogsmeade would support this plan of his and help guide it along. "Until then, the Trio and I shall keep a close eye on the Golden Brat of Gryffindorks!"

Umbridge smiled her thanks as Harry took a seat in the midst of the quartet, Daphne at his right and Dudley next to her with Draco at his left; moments later, the door opened and the other Slytherins and Gryffindors entered the room, the Silver Triad watching as the Golden Trio sat not three rows behind them; Daphne meanwhile was watching the faces of said Trio before she looked back at Harry and spoke through their bond.

"Weasley's not giving anything about his sister, my love," she told him, before watching as Harry Potter locked eyes with the Triad as she added, "But I would keep your shields up; I sense a great magic within Potter that will not relent."

"Thank you my Queen," Harry returned before he faced the front, aware of Professor Umbridge also watching the Golden Trio before she addressed the room.

"Welcome to your first Defence Lesson of the year, fifth years; now, this year, as most of you know, is your Ordinary Wizarding Level year, more commonly known as OWLs. This year, you will all be studying from these books," she flicked her wand at a stack of books before handing them to each student; looking at the book, Harry raised a confused eyebrow as he read Basic Magical Theory and Defence, before he looked back as Umbridge continued, "This year, the Ministry have felt the need to go, as Muggles would say, back to basics given your lack of proper education in this subject."

When Harry looked past his allies to the Gryffindors, he was greatly displeased to notice Hermione Granger with her hand in the air; when Professor Umbridge nodded to her, Hermione commented, "There's nothing in these books about using spells."

"Using spells?" asked Umbridge, "I can't really think why you would want to use spells?"

"Are you crazy?" asked Potter, the Dark Prince trying not to laugh as he counted off Step 1 of his plan: hear Potter's propaganda.

"Students will raise their hands when in my lesson," explained Professor Umbridge sharply, before she added, "And that's 5 points from Gryffindor for insulting a teacher Mr Potter."

Potter reluctantly raised his hand before he asked, "What about all the dangers out there? Won't we need to use spells against them?"

"Dangers?" asked Professor Umbridge, "Whatever could be out there that could harm you?"

"I don't know," Potter replied sceptically, "Lord Voldemort?"

There was a collective shudder at the name; even Harry dared to flinch before Professor Umbridge's calm, sweet demeanour faded as she looked to the crowds and whispered, "Now let me make this quite clear; you have all been given the information that a certain Dark Lord has returned: this is a lie!" She seemed to take a pause between each of the last words as she walked closer to the Golden Trio, the Silver Triad watching as she seemed to fall under some hidden pretence.

"Looks like you did well to talk to her," whispered Draco, noticing a near-gleeful look in Umbridge's eyes, as if something had been confirmed.

"It's not a lie!" snapped Potter, "I saw him: I fought him: a student died at his hand!"

"Detention Mr Potter!" retorted Professor Umbridge, before she turned and continued, "These are all falsehoods and they are not real!"

"So you're saying that Cedric Diggory died of his own accord?" asked Potter, Harry slowly clenching and unclenching his fists as the images of that fated night came back to him.

"Mr Diggory's death was an accident—"

"It WAS NOT AN ACCIDENT: IT WAS MURDER!"

"ENOUGH!"

Everyone turned at once and saw Professor Umbridge now close to tears as she looked to the class, before she added, "See me tonight Mr Potter; my office; Master Riddle, would you also see me after lesson please?"

"Of course Professor," replied Harry, before he pretended to read his book as he hissed in a tone that he knew only two others in the room would understand:

{You're losing Potter; just give up!}

The reply came almost as quickly, {Never…I will kill him and then kill you!}

At the end of the lesson, Professor Umbridge looked to Harry, watching as the class left, before she nodded to her office; with another sigh, Harry followed Umbridge through to her office once again; as soon as he closed the door, Harry turned and spoke with the same respect he had heard his Uncle use many times before, "Professor, I am so sorry that you had to hear that: Potter is as close to Dumbledore as any member of Gryffindor."

"Thank you Master Riddle," Umbridge nodded, watching Harry with a newfound respect, "And I have decided that I need no time to consider my decision: this squad will be lead by the infamous Silver Triad and yourself; I hereby give the four of you the right to use whatever means to silence these war-mongering problems and take care of Albus and Potter. And, when the time is right, I will reward you with whatever you desire when I take charge of Hogwarts."

"Then," Harry rose from his seat and held out his hand, "To the future…Headmistress."

"To the future, Master Riddle," replied Umbridge, shaking Harry's hand and watching as Harry left her office, a slow, proud smile crossing her face as she realised that she now had a voice for the Ministry within the walls of Hogwarts.

Harry emerged with his red eyes shining and sparkling with magic as he looked to his own Slytherin Inner Circle and announced, "We have work to do!"

End Flashback

/And I have done so much since then Orochi,/ Harry hissed to his familiar, /My plans with Professor Umbridge and my voice within the Ministry have helped drive Potter and Dumbledore to desperation; now, it's all just a matter of time before we find the one true chink in his armour and use it against him./

/But you have that also,/ Orochi informed him, /Your Father's mind games with the pretender have broken him: the time is ripe, my Yami; without the old one guiding him, the pretender will be putty in your hands./

With a slow, cold smile, Harry nodded and replied, "You're right my friend; the time is right and soon, when Dumbledore falls, I will make good on my promise and then, while Hogwarts experiences her dark days, I will work on building my forces; but for now."

Standing, Harry turned and made his way to the dorms, stopping only once to knock on Dudley's door, before carrying on to gather Draco and Daphne as well as Blaise. United once again, the Silver Circlet followed their leader out of the Common Room and up towards the third floor; entering their Defence classroom, Harry turned and commanded, "Wait here; anyone tries to get in here, stall them."

Climbing the stairway to Professor Umbridge's office, Harry knocked on her door and waited; like clockwork, the familiar reply of, "Enter," sounded from the other side.

Opening the door, Harry stepped in and nodded curtly, his eyes full of delight and victory as he saw Professor Umbridge writing a letter on her desk. Looking up to the visitor, Umbridge smiled and asked, "Yes Regent Riddle? Is something the matter?"

"No Professor," Harry answered, "But I must apologise: you see, I have been deceiving you and the Squad since Halloween."

"Oh?" asked Umbridge, putting down her quill, "How so?"

"I have a full report on the actions of Dumbledore's Army," Harry told her, "And I also know how they keep disappearing so easily: you see, Professor, there is a room on the seventh floor known as the Room of Requirement: it is nearly impossible to notice because to find it, you have to want to use the room. Now, since Halloween, several members of Dumbledore's Army, which is what Potter calls this band of renegades, have joined our side and seen the Light. Through them, I have found out everything I need to in order to complete our plan and bring down Professor Dumbledore and the Golden Brat of Gryffindor. I am sorry for not coming to you before now Professor, but I was waiting for the right moment: if you will allow me, I shall gather the Squad and we can take the Army now!"

Professor Umbridge seemed to have mixed emotions in regards to Harry's declaration; linking her hands, she asked, "And, Master Riddle, can you tell me the names of these spies of yours?"

"Certainly Professor," Harry raised his hand and counted them off, "Neville Longbottom: Gryffindor, Luna Lovegood: Ravenclaw, Cho Chang: Ravenclaw, Hermione Granger, Fred and George Weasley and Ginny Weasley: all Gryffindor. I also have close contact information from members of the Squad overhearing the Army talking so openly about their meetings. The reason we have been unable to find them, Professor, is because they do not want to be found."

"I see," Umbridge nodded, "Very well Riddle; prepare the Squad immediately and take 20 points to Slytherin for yourself and the Triad: despite your deceptions, you have helped the Ministry so well."

Harry nodded in reply, "Thank you Madam Secretary…one moment," He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver Sickle, his eyes narrowed with amusement as he remembered crafting these Sickles in contrast to the Gold Galleons used by the Army – thanks to Hermione, he knew that information. Pressing his wand to the Sickle, he then commanded, "All Squad members to the High Inquisitor's Office immediately!"

Seconds later, every member of the Inquisitorial Squad were gathered in the Defence Classroom, Harry smiling with a cold gleam as he noticed his spies weren't among them: Potter must have called his own meeting. Fully emerging from Umbridge's office, Harry looked down at the sea of heads before he spoke with his usual authority, "The time has come: thanks to the help from my Inner Circle of commanders, we have the means to take down Dumbledore's Army once and for all: when you see the Army, there are several names that you shall not harm: Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Cho Chang, Fred, George and Ginny Weasley. Any harm comes to them and I will consider you a traitor to the Squad: now, do not be afraid to use whatever you must to bring them down for today, we show the foolish idiots that the Ministry's voice is always right; today, Albus…Dumbledore…FALLS!"

The cheer from the students had Harry smiling himself as he made his way through the throng of students, leading each and every one of them up to the seventh floor, stopping before a seemingly blank wall; with a smile, Harry turned and asked, "May I, Professor?"

"Do it Master Riddle," Umbridge nodded, her voice still full of pride and respect.

Raising his wand, Harry poured all his magic into the spell as, with one swish of his wand, he commanded, "Aequorianus!"

A jet of blue light flew from his wand, striking the wall with a mighty blow; as the Squad watched, the bricks in the wall seemed to be shifting, their once proud stone base becoming lumpy trails of mud and liquid, exposing a small crevice in the wall; with a cold smile, Harry raised his voice and called mockingly, "Little pigs; let me come in: Bombarda Maxima!"

The liquidated wall before them suddenly flew inwards with an almighty explosion, leaving Harry to stand at the entrance of a now open crevice, every member of the Squad looking at a seemingly mirrored room full of students. When Potter and Weasley saw who was on the other side of the explosion, the Golden Boy asked, "How?"

"They have us to thank," exclaimed a familiar bossy voice; moments later, there was a collective gasp as Neville, Hermione, Luna, Cho and the other Weasley children stood next to the Silver Circlet, Harry smiling with victory as Hermione looked back at her former friends and added, "We've been helping Riddle and his friends know all about you: all you are, Potter, is a Golden Boy glory hound and now, its all of us against all of you."

"Stupefy!"

Harry watched as the first spell was cast, its attack being sent aside by a shield charm from Hermione; it's owner? Harry Potter; with a slow smile, Harry shook his head and looked at Potter.

"A Stunning Spell?" he asked mockingly, "Is that the best you can do? Itty, bitty, baby Potter? Is this what the Wizarding World calls heroism? Well, I guess if that's a challenge, then I accept: take them!" He commanded, before pointing to Ron and Harry as he added, "But the ringleader is all mine!

Stunning Spells, Jelly-Leg jinxes, Cutting Curses – Diffindo not Sectumsempra – and a whole array of other spells filled the room as Harry stepped over the rubble, his eyes fixed on Potter.

"You always said I would pay Potter," he laughed, "But now; let's see if you're all mouth or all action."

"No, Mobilipetrus!"

Harry looked down as he suddenly felt his legs freezing in place; heaving a sigh, he looked up and asked, "Is that the best you can do Weasley?"

"Harry, run!" cried Ron, pushing the Golden Boy out of the way, "I'll stop Riddle here: get Professor…"

"Petrificus Totalus, Incarcerous, Relashio!" Appearing at Harry's side, Daphne cast the triad of hexes and jinxes, freezing Potter, binding Weasley and freeing her boyfriend from his own spell trap.

Giving his bonded a grateful smile, Harry turned and raised his wand, his eyes cold and dark as he asked, "Well Weasley, it seems that Slytherin get the pleasure of taking one of you out. I actually hoped that the full set of Weasley offspring would follow the Ministry, but it looks like you have other plans: as you wish: Carcecrucim!"

At his words, the ropes binding Weasley began to dig into the skin of the Gryffindor fifth year, each digging binding providing an effect similar to a boa constrictor suffocating and squeezing its prey. Holding his wand over Ron's head, Harry actually laughed to himself as he thought on one little pointer: in another lifetime, had the egotistical prick not lied and deceived him, then he may have had a chance at standing with Harry at his Father's right hand. Shaking his head, Harry asked, "Ready to surrender Weasley?"

"N-n-never," coughed Ron, not realising that he'd just given Harry the answer he was hoping for.

"Good answer," laughed Harry, taking a step back and, before anyone could stop him, he ran forwards, magic and rage fuelling his steps, before he swung his leg forward, smacking Ron in the head with the force of a speeding train, the foolish red-head unable to move or react thanks to his bindings. Stepping back from his prey, Harry turned and asked, "Is that all? I thought this was Dumbledore's Army! Oh well; now to teach you a lesson Potter!"

Turning, Harry reached for his wand, but stopped dead when he found that, impossibly, Weasley was back on his feet, the still-petrified form of Harry Potter behind him; however, there, constricted by his own hands, his wand at her neck, was Daphne. Looking to Harry, Ron asked, "Did you think that would keep me down Riddle? Now, what are you going to do? Hurt me and you hurt your snake whore: now, since we're here for the same reason, I want you to scream it: say, and use these words exactly: Lord Voldemort is back!"

"Never!" snarled Harry, rage and a dark sense of protection filling his mind: he had actually hoped not to use this power, especially not in front of Professor Umbridge, but no-one threatened his bonded and got away with it.

Raising his hand, Harry concentrated all his magic on Ron as he hissed, "Let…her…go!"

"AHHHH!" Ron screamed and released Daphne as a searing pain flowed through his hands; when everyone heard the scream, they all gasped in horror: Ron's hands were badly burned, pieces of the skin actually crumbling with heated pain, almost like the skin was melting away. The skin of his fingers and wrists was blistering before their eyes; walking towards Ron, Harry seemed to undergo some kind of spiritual transformation; now, when Weasley looked at him, he didn't see the same Riddle boy who he and Harry had been trying to keep out of their business, he saw the beast beneath the skin.

"S-s-stay back! You Dark Wizard: look what you did to me!" cried Ron, scrabbling back on his hands as Harry continued to walk closer.

Leaning down, Harry crouched before the boy as he asked, "Does it hurt? Well, let me say this Weasley: hurt my girl again and I will make you feel like you've spontaneously combusted. Which reminds me," he stood again and, with added rage and vengeance in his strike, gave Ron another swift punt to the head, the Weasley boy dropping to the floor, his blistered hands no longer shrivelling away.

Turning to the Squad, Harry straightened up as he added, "Now, just one more matter to deal with."

HJSRR

Dumbledore's Office

After gathering up the few stragglers from the DA, Professor Umbridge made a Floo Call while Harry frogmarched his devious doppelganger towards Professor Dumbledore's office, Umbridge arriving moments later accompanied by two Aurors, Percy Weasley and the remainder of the Silver Triad. When Harry saw Percy, he actually imagined the look on the Weasley Family's face when they discovered what their youngest children had done.

Making their way up to Dumbledore's office, Harry overheard Professor Umbridge, "Like I was telling you for weeks Cornelius; conspiracy, treason and now look: Dumbledore's Army; proof of what we have suspected all along. I shudder to think what could have happened if it weren't for Master Riddle and his Inquisitorial Squad."

"Indeed," Fudge nodded, looking now to Harry with eyes of thanks, "It seems you are to be praised Mr Riddle; may I say, you have an unusually uncommon name, but, despite what we think, you have proven yourself loyal to the Ministry."

"Thank you Minister," Harry nodded, looking now to his friends as he explained, "I just felt that someone had to do something."

"And now," added Fudge, looking to Professor Dumbledore, "You Albus? Do you deny what has been said here?"

"Not in the slightest," Dumbledore answered, "I did, in fact, ask young Mr Potter to form this band of students in the hope that he could help others see the inevitable fact. And yet, as I think of what I have seen today, I must consider myself unfortunate that someone with no experience of Hogwarts such as Master Riddle was the one to bring down this army of mine."

"Enough of this," Umbridge hissed, looking now to Harry as she said, "Master Riddle said it himself: someone had to do something: you, Dumbledore, are unfit to stand with the position of Headmaster."

"Couldn't agree more Dolores," Fudge agreed, "Dawlish, Shacklebolt, you will escort Dumbledore to Azkaban!"

"I don't think so," Dumbledore countered, "You seem to be under the impression that I will come along quietly; I have no real intention of going to Azkaban!"

"But how will you get away?" laughed Harry, "Potter can't help you and you have no real magic left: you're trapped Dumbledore!"

"But," Dumbledore sighed, "In the end Master Riddle; we're all trapped by the wheels of fate: this is my school: do you think I wouldn't have a way out?"

Everyone watched, Harry going for his wand, as Dumbledore then threw something to the ground, resulting in a large flash of white light, before there was a sound like a passageway opening and, when the light faded, both the old man and Harry Potter were gone.

"Flashbang Grenade," scowled Harry, "A Muggle invention of escape and confusion: Dumbledore is a coward: Minister, Hogwarts needs someone who is not afraid to speak the truth and deal with rebellion: I nominate Professor Umbridge."

"I agree," Daphne nodded, standing by her boyfriend, Harry rubbing the spot on his arm where a sudden feeling of goose bumps had sprung up: almost like there was something he was overlooking.

"As do I," Fudge smiled, turning to Umbridge, "What say you Dolores?"

"I would be glad to accept," Umbridge smiled, before she looked to Harry and added, "And my first edict is to replace the current Head Boy: even though he is a fifth year, I name Harry Riddle as Head Boy and allow both he and the Slytherin House to keep all rights bestowed on them as members of the Inquisitorial Squad."

"Thank you...Headmistress," Harry bowed, before he took Daphne's arm and, looking to Fudge, added, "If you'll excuse us Minister, we need to go and inform the few professors who we trust of the change."

Leaving the office, Harry walked with intent, purpose and a dark stride, his ice-blue eyes now fully red and almost glowing with some dark fire as he walked the corridors of Hogwarts. Somewhere above him, the school clock chimed noon and Harry, making his way to a private area of the school, otherwise known as the Chamber of Secrets, began counting with it:

One…

"Gryffindor…"

Two…

"Ravenclaw…"

Three…

"Hufflepuff…"

Four…

"Slytherin…"

Five…

"Weasleys…"

Six…

"Hermione…"

Seven…

"McGonagall…"

Eight…

"Lily…"

Nine…

"James…"

Ten…

"Sirius…"

Eleven…

"Remus…"

Twelve!

"Hogwarts…Dumbledore...Potter…Everything is falling into place."

As they reached the Chamber, Harry then began shuddering, his face cracked into a malicious, cold, Dark Lord worthy smile; near him, Daphne could feel her boyfriend's ecstacy, before they all heard it in the form of raucous, victorious, evil laughter, every note echoing around the Chamber as Harry let out a cry of success.

"Dumbledore has fallen! I've WON!"

Harry has won; Dumbledore has run; Umbridge is in seat number one; The Dark is in for some fun:

Sorry about the poem, but I just loved writing this chapter; compliments to anyone who can tell where I got the ending from, but Harry's physical attack on Weasley was inspired by WWE Superstar Randy Orton; hope it was good enough for all those who love this story!

Now though, Hogwarts is in for dark days and, with Harry at the right hand of power, what will happen to those still loyal to the Light?

Plus, now that his task is done, can Harry relax and enjoy time with friends or is this just the beginning?

Find out in the sequel to this story: THE DARK DAYS OF HOGWARTS: COMING SOON

Please Read and Review…

Also, as the Dark Prince, what should Harry be known as to the Death Eaters? Take into consideration his allegiance to the Black Magic and this mysterious visitor in his dreams…

OC SPELLS:

Aequorianus: The Melting Jinx: Transforms any solid matter into a liquidated substance

Mobilipetrus: The Cement-Block Hex: Snaps a target's legs together, making them immobile;

Carcecrucim: The Constrictor Curse: Presses any bindings into a target's body, cutting off blood pressure and breath; WARNING: Prolonged exposure can kill;