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Tom Riddle, now going by his proper title, Lord Voldemort, smiled genially and greeted the various guests that had come to the Malfoy's Yule Ball in order to meet him. Abraxas had already introduced his nine year old son, Lucius, to his Lord. The boy was a spitting image of his father. Long, pale blond hair that hung to his shoulders and striking blue eyes.
The child was aiming for Slytherin, as any proper Slytherin raised Pureblood should. He knew his manners and addressed his father's Lord with admirable respect.
He'd then met Cygnus and Druella's children. Bellatrix, who was a second year Slytherin, Andromeda, who was a first year Slytherin, and Narcissa, who wanted to be in Slytherin but had to wait three more years. The girls were all polite and respectful. Bellatrix however, did catch his eye with her magic.
It was powerful and Tom knew instantly that she would be a great student. Top of her year apparently.
Moving on, he met the Macnairs and the Rosiers. Then the Crabbes and Goyles. Followed by the Lestranges, Jugsons, Averys, Rowles, and Carrows. Tom charmed all of them, easily manipulating them into liking him. The children feared and were awed by him, ensuring little minds would be easily molded to his benefit.
He'd been conversing with Abraxas when the blond suddenly looked over and smiled. "I hadn't expected Markus to show. He's been teaching his children consistently. The eldest is a boy and is the first Slytherin Head Boy since you were at Hogwarts, my Lord. The middle child is a sixth year and she is a Slytherin Prefect, and the last is a fifth year Slytherin and she is also a Prefect."
Tom turned his attention to the doors of the hall where one Markus Flint was leading his wife Merida into the room. They were followed by three people.
The couple searched the room, Markus noticing Abraxas easily. Probably the hair that gave him away.
Upon seeing Abraxas, he also saw Tom and instantly tugged his wife over to them, bowing slightly to his Lord.
Markus had certainly aged, though not too terribly. Fifteen years of travelling the world had left Tom a little disconnected, but he was back and seeing all these old faces again, was something else.
"My Lord," he nodded. "I would like to introduce you to my children."
The youngest stepped forward, she had long black hair and light green eyes. She curtsied. "I'm Ursula, sir."
"A pleasure."
The next daughter stepped forward, black hair pulled into a tight plait, light green eyes sparkling. She mimicked her younger sister. "I am Josephine, my Lord."
The final child, the one who was Head Boy this year, looked up and Tom's breath stuttered to a halt.
The boy - young man more likely - was a spitting image of Haraldr, just a little older and without any baby fat. His jaw was lean and angular. Skin a delicious pale shade that contrasted his pitch black, shoulder length hair quite nicely. And his eyes. Tom hadn't seen eyes so vivid in person, in seventeen years, having to subsist to his memories which would never be good enough.
The young man bow at the waist. "My Lord, I am Harish Flint."
Harish.
Hadrian, Haraldr, and now Harish.
Tom regarded the young adult, "Only Harish?"
"Harish Hamish, sir."
Hamish, a variation of the name James.
Hadrian Jameson, Haraldr James, Harish Hamish.
Tom felt his stomach flop. His heart was pounding wildly. This was Hadrian's most recent reincarnation! He'd found him! After so many years, he'd found him!
He fought to keep the joy from his face, because he wasn't going to let on that he was happy to meet a person he'd obviously never known about.
Instead he said, "I look forward to our acquaintanceship, Harish."
The Dark Lord had a plan in mind. He'd already singled out the children of his followers that would receive extra training. Bellatrix Black and Harish Flint until some grew older. Bellatrix may have been young, but she showed much potential and Tom was going to make it grow. On the other hand, Harish was going to be Tom's.
However, in order to seduce the young man, he needed a reason to be within his presence on a near constant basis when his schooling ended. Training it was.
Harish Hamish Flint was an intellectual and had a grasp of his magic that was very much like Tom's.
The beginning of their training, Tom was not easy. He started off with difficult curses and spells, forcing the young adult into what should have been massive defense. He was impressed when the boy was able to defend himself without so much as an issue, though his offensive training would certainly need work.
Against Voldemort he was but a child, against his father, he was the victor. Markus wasn't someone to laugh at either, so Tom could easily tell where Harish needed work and immediately set to fixing those areas. And if he just so happened to slip into the young one's personal space in order to physically settle him, all the better.
Harish was perfection. Born to a Slytherin family, reared in the Slytherin ways. Powerful like Tom. Interested in furthering his knowledge like Tom had been. Eager to learn all that he could from Tom.
And Tom intended to teach him all he knew.
All.
He.
Knew.
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