Animal I've Become

Chapter 11

Daphne Discovers The Secret

The Monday following their Hogsmeade visit and official first date, found Harry and his friends spending their lunch hour in the great hall eating and working on various amounts of homework. Harry however try as he might could not concentrate on his essay on the Confundus charm and it's counter-charm for defense against the dark arts. For some reason, he was getting a really bad feeling about today and he didn't know where it was coming from. Before he could ponder where all this uneasiness was coming from, his thoughts were disturbed when a younger housemate approached him and his friends.

"M..Mr. Potter?"

"Yes" Harry asked turning to face the young male.

"Professor Dumbledore told me to give this to you" the young boy said, extending a scroll of parchment to Harry.

"Thanks" Harry replied, taking the scroll of parchment, before turning back to his friends and unfurling the scroll.

"What's that Harry?" Neville asked.

"It's a note from Dumbledore, he wants to start our lessons tonight after dinner."

"Wonder what the first lesson is going to be?" Hermione says after glancing up from her Arithmancy book.

"Guess I'll find out tonight after dinner" Harry said, returning to his essay for Defense.

That night after dinner, Harry found himself walking along the third floor corridor to the end where the to stone gargoyles hid the entrance up to Dumbledore's office.

"Acid Pops" Harry said, watching as the gargoyles came alive and sprung aside, revealing the entrance and stone spiral staircase that led up to Dumbledore's office. Taking a breath, Harry made his way up the steps till he reached the solid oak door with the brass gryphon's head door knocker. Reaching up, Harry grasped the knocker and knocked a couple of times before he heard Dumbledore's wizened voice from behind say "enter".

Harry opened the door and walked inside. As he did so, Harry saw that Dumbledore's back was to him, and that the headmaster was busy placing his stone pensieve on the desk. Sitting beside it, was a small crystal vial.

"Uh Sir what are we going to be doing tonight?" Harry asked.

"Most of our lessons will be talking about Voldemort's past. I believe that the key that leads to Voldemort's downfall lies in his past. Tonight I will show you the memory of when I first met him when he was eleven years old".

"Okay then" Harry said preparing himself.

Once the pensieve was ready, Dumbledore reached over and grabbed the crystal vial and opened it, before tipping it over the pensieve. The silvery colored strain of memory turned the clear water black as it slowly started to clear up.

~Inside Dumbledore's Memory~

It was a cold, rainy, and lifeless day as Albus walked the cobbled streets of London. A clash of thunder roared above in the sky but it didn't bother Albus in the slightest. Taking a left turn, he saw that near the end of the lane illuminated by the flashes of lightening stood his destination, Wool's Orphanage. The large wrought iron fence was rusted in some places and some of the bricks were loose. Before he walked directly inside the gates, he gave a flick of his wand, repairing the fence and fixing the bricks. Once that was taken care of, he walked up the flight of stone steps and rang the doorbell.

Within a few minutes, the front door opened and a middle aged, skinny, harassed looking woman answered the door.

"Yes what do you want? If you're selling something, we're not interested".

"I'm not selling anything Ma'am, I'm Albus Dumbledore, I sent a letter a week ago saying that I would be coming here to see Mr. Riddle".

"Oh I'm terribly sorry Mr. Dumbledore, I had forgotten. Very well follow me if you please."

Dumbledore followed the woman who had introduced herself as Mrs. Cole. Together the pair headed up the spiral staircase and up to the third floor where Mrs. Cole stopped in front of room 27.

"This is Tom's room, if you need me for anything don't hesitate to ask" Mrs. Cole said before she returned to her office on the first floor.

Dumbledore then turned and opened the door to reveal a pale, scrawny eleven year old who was staring absentmindedly out the window. When the boy turned around, Dumbledore could see that his dark eyes were slightly dull and lifeless.

"Hello Tom, My name is Professor Dumbledore".

"You're a doctor aren't you? I've heard things that Mrs. Cole wants me checked out by a doctor because I can do things. I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do things without any kind of training at all. I can make bad things happen to people who are mean to me, and I can also talk to snakes."

When Dumbledore did not respond, Tom went on to add "I'm not mad".

"First off Tom I don't think you're mad, I'm different like you and I'm a teacher at Hogwarts which is a school for magic where you'll be taught on how to control your power."

"Prove it".

Without saying anything, Tom's whole wardrobe went up in flames startling him as the flames licked at the wood of his wardrobe. Inside both Dumbledore could hear something rattling along inside it.

"I do believe there's something in your wardrobe that is trying to get out Tom".

Biting his bottom lip, Tom waked over to his wardrobe and pulled out a small silver container. After opening it, he tipped over its contents to reveal a yo-yo, a deck of playing cards, and a few other knick-knacks.

"I will only warn you once Tom, Thievery is not tolerated at Hogwarts. You understand?"

"Yes sir".

After that the scene grew murky and Harry and Dumbledore exited the memory and the pensieve. Once he found himself back in his own body, Harry looked at Dumbledore and asked "Did you know then sir?"

"Did I know that I had just met the most dangerous and darkest wizard of all time…No."

After spending a couple more minutes discussing what Harry had just seen, Dumbledore bid Harry goodnight. Harry was prepared to go straight to bed so that he could get up early and finish his work that he hadn't gotten a chance to tonight with Dumbledore's lesson when the feeling he had received at lunch. Whatever this feeling was, it set him on edge and made him grip his wand in the pocket of his robes, readying for anything. As he rounded the corner, Harry saw something that chilled him to the bone and made him become significantly paler.

Marcus Flint, the Slytherin quidditch team captain whose grades had been so bad required him to stay an extra three years to better himself and his grades. However it wasn't his educational problems that troubled Harry. It was the fact that Flint was dragging a female student along the corridor. At closer inspection, Harry realized that it was in fact Daphne that Flint was dragging. Fear mixed with anger flooded through Harry and almost instantly he could feel his both his blood start to boil and his temperature rise.

Flint however was unaware that he was being watched by Harry. He was quite pleased at how easily his plan fell into place. He always wanted Daphne and now was his chance. His plan was quite simple really. All he did was sneak up behind Daphne in the library and stunned her before carrying her out, telling the stupid librarian that he'd take her to the hospital wing.

Getting to the classroom that he had prepared earlier, Flint opened the door and dragged Daphne inside where he dumped her a little to hard onto the bed he had transfigured the desk into. After retrieving her wand and placing it out of reach. Flint cast up some handcuffs and handcuffed Daphne's hands to the intricate wrought iron headboard. Once that was finished, he tapped his wand against Daphne's stomach which made her clothes disappear save for her emerald green bra and matching panties.

With the preparations now finished, Flint pointed his wand at Daphne's chest and muttered "Enervate."

Instantly, Daphne's eyes opened and she had to blink them a few times to clear her vision. Once it was cleared and she saw Flint standing over her with a look in his eye as if he just won the quidditch and house cup combined. Stepping into her Ice Queen persona, she arched an eyebrow at Flint and then again when she noticed that she was only wearing her bra and panties, along with being handcuffed.

"I don't think I even want to know what you're planning Flint, I'm also not into kinky shit."

Flint didn't reply to Daphne's statement. He always thought that actions spoke louder than words. When Daphne once again asked him what he was doing, he simply moved his hand between her legs and pressed against her core. The sudden movement caused Daphne to buck her hips and try to pull away from his hand.

"Flint what in the hell do you think you're doing? We're not together and I don't even like you."

"Shut up and stop squirming or this will be even more painful for you" Flint growled.

Daphne bit her bottom lip as Flint roughly tore off her panties and tossed them aside. When he went to spread her legs, she started to kick at him, to do anything she could think of to get him away from her. Now knowing fully well that this wasn't going to be as easy as he thought, Flint grabbed his wand and yelled "Crucio."

All at once a searing, white hot pain shot through Daphne's body making her arch her body off the bed. To Daphne it felt as if she was being stabbed repeatedly all over her body. After a few minutes, Flint finally lifted the curse. Slowly, Daphne allowed her body to sag into the mattress and her eyes to close. When she opened them, she saw that Flint had removed his clothes and had also moved so he was standing above her on the bed. His penis right in front of her mouth.

"Now if you do not want to experience the Cruciatus curse again my dear Daphne, you will obey everything I tell you to do. Now open your mouth and start sucking."

Clearly not wanting to feel the effects of the Cruciatus curse again, Daphne lifted her head up and slowly engulfed Flint's penis. As she started to pleasure him with her mouth, Flint started to moan and run his fingers through her hair.

Meanwhile in the nearby bathroom, Harry was beginning to change into the Rider. When he saw that it was in fact Daphne who Flint was dragging, instantly he could feel the Rider start to claw its way out. Harry knew full well that there was nothing he could do to stop it as his robes tightened around him and the golden flames appeared and just like last time, the golden flames started burning his skin and hair away leaving just his hands and skull swarmed in the golden flames.

Now in control, the Rider walked out of the bathroom and headed for the classroom where he saw Flint drag Daphne into. Back in the classroom, Flint had already climaxed and made sure that Daphne had swallowed every drop. Moving back between Daphne's legs, Flint pushed them open. Before he could get into position however, Daphne snapped them shut.

"Guess you didn't learn your lesson the first time eh Daphne? Crucio!"

This time, the curse was even more powerful and Daphne could feel bruises and cuts forming all over her body. The longer that Flint kept the curse on her, the deeper the cuts became. Finally after what seemed like forever, Flint removed the curse.

"Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me Daphne" Flint whispered.

When Daphne didn't reply nor respond, Flint roughly grabbed her legs and shoved them apart while he moved into position between her legs. However just before he could start, the door to the classroom crashed open and the Rider made his way inside.

Hearing the flickering of flames, Daphne slowly opened her eyes and as she did, her eyes widened in terror as she saw the Rider walk inside the room. She wanted to scream and cry but instead never got the chance as the Rider spoke.

"Marcus Flint, you are guilty and your soul is stained by the blood of the innocent of those who you've raped before. Your soul is mine."

Flint who had grabbed his wand, raised it prepared to fire off a spell when the Rider simply knocked it out of his hand before grabbing Flint by the neck and slamming him up against the nearest wall.

The Rider was easily able to hold Flint against the wall with one hand as he reached up with his other hand and removed the sword of Gryffindor necklace from around his neck. Instantly as soon as the sword touched the Rider's hand, it grew back to normal size and became emblazoned in the same golden flames that the Rider had.

Before Flint could even beg for his life, The Rider plunged the sword into his chest. The hellfire emblazoned on the blade burning Flint from the inside out and within minutes, Marcus Flint turned to ash. Hearing a whimpering sound mixed with sobbing, the Rider turned to the bed where Daphne was cowering in fear.

"Pl..Please don't hurt me" Daphne whimpered, tears running down her cheeks.

Raising the sword, the Rider swung it down, the hellfire infused blade cutting through the handcuffs and freeing Daphne from the wrought iron headboard. Automatically, Daphne curled into a ball on the bed, her eyes not leaving the empty eye sockets of the Rider, afraid that if she looked away that he would finish what Flint started.

"Daphne" , the Rider whispered as he reached down and lightly caressed her cheek. Even though his hand was still covered in the golden flames, they didn't hurt or burn her cheek. Instead it was a pleasant warmth like what she felt when she and Harry were hanging out.

With Flint taken care off, Daphne watched as the flames slowly started to recede and the skin and hair started to grow back. When it was finally finished, Daphne couldn't help but gasp as she saw that her savior was none other than Harry himself.

"Harry?! Oh my god what happened to you? And how were you able to do that to Flint?"

"Daphne I swear that I will explain everything after we get you up to Madame Promfrey so she can look you over."

"Promise?"

"I promise that I'll answer every question you have Daphne."

A/N: End of Chapter 11 Please Read and Review!