Chapter 32

Nine-thirty that night found Ewan in Professor Snape quarters.

"In order to perform the Unforgivable's correctly you must want to cause your victims pain." said Professor Snape.

"So all I have to do is imagine Wormtail betraying my parents, get really pissed, and curse him?" asked Ewan

"Yes. Though, that may not be enough negative emotion. You must want it, I don't personally believe you would WANT to cause someone pain."

"Perhaps your right, but maybe if the time is right… I don't know."

"Other than the three unforgivable curses there is also a number of dark spells, such as: Fiendfyre, Inferius reanimation, and Sectumsempra. But also remember any spell can be used in a dark matter."

"Fiendfyre… I've heard of that. What is it?" asked Ewan.

"It is cursed fire. It is very difficult to control, only those of experience should even attempt to cast it. You know of the spell Aguamenti. Even that has no effect over fiendfyre.

"Inferius reanimation, is the creation of Inferi, is the reanimation of dead human body. It is created through Necromancy, or raising the dead. As you know, Tyler, there are no ways to bring the dead back to life, the Inferi, are like zombies. They're mindless, they dislike light and heat. Therefore, the most effective spell against them is a fire-summoning spell, such as Incendio, Lacarnum Inflammare, or Fiendfyre. They cannot feel pain and thus resist many attacks that give pain.

"Lastly, is Sectumsempra. It is my own creation."

"You created a dark spell?" asked Ewan.

"I was young, I was tempted to join the Dark side, and I did." answered Snape.

"So, when Harry said you were once a Death Eater, he was right?"

"Yes-"

"But you're not one anymore."

"Correct. Back to your lesson- its effect is that of an invisible sword, slashing the victim repeatedly and inflicting horrific scarring and internal bodily injuries, it is likely the victim will die."

"Is there a counter – curse?" asked Ewan.

"Yes." Snape then said the counter-curse, it sounded almost like song. "You must say it multiple times, and then, to avoid scarring you must apply Dittany to the victim. Remember you are not to teach ANYONE of this, you must give me your word!"

"I swear I will never tell a soul about what you are teaching me."

"Good, as it is close to ten, I will dismiss you, you're next lesson will be on Dark potions, two weeks from now, same time, do not be late."

"Yes sir. Good night."

"Good night, Tyler."

* * *

"You cheeked, Professor Snape!" asked Ewan, that Saturday.

"Got detention for it too." said Hermione.

"What did you say?" asked Ewan

"There was no need for Professor Snape to call me 'sir'." said Harry.

"You're brave, Harry." said Ewan. "So what was your detention?"

"I don't know, I have the lessons with Dumbledore same time. So I'm skipping Snape."

"Good luck with that one, Snape is going to flip."

* * *

Harry and Ewan arrived at the same time in front of Dumbledore Office. "Acid Pops" Harry and Ewan said at the same time. They heard a reply and walked on in.

"Good evening Headmaster." said Ewan.

"Good evening, Professor." said Harry.

"Good evening boys." He replied. "Sit down, sit down. I have arranged for you Harry, to do your detention with Professor Snape, next Saturday instead."

"Yes, sir." replied Harry, who looking rather disappointed.

"So boys, you have been wondering what we would be doing during these lessons."

"Yes, sir." replied the boys.

"Well, I have decided that it was time you both were given certain information."

"I thought we knew everything already?" asked Ewan.

"You both knew facts, not memories and guesses. From now on, I may be wrong about everything."

"Will it help me… survive?" asked Harry.

"I certainly hope so."

"You both know of pensive, I assume?"

"Yes, sir." replied the boys.

"Good, we will be journeying through one."

"Whose?" asked Ewan.

"Bob Ogden's."

Entering the pensive, they noticed a man, Bob Ogden. He was a short, plump man wearing enormously thick glasses that reduced his eyes to mole like specks. He was headed for a house. But before he could even reach for the door, which had a snake nailed to it, a man, jumped onto him. The man held a knife and wand to him.

The man then hissed at him.

"He's speaking parseltongue!" said Harry.

"What is he saying?" asked Ewan.

"'you're not welcomed here.'"

"Er- Good morning, I'm from the Ministry of Magic." said Ogden, thankfully in English.

The man hissed again.

"'you're not welcomed!'" said Harry, translating.

"Er-I'm sorry, I don't understand you."

Suddenly another man exited the house. "MORFIN!" yelled the man.

Ogden looked to the other man, and then walked up to him. "The ministry, you should've made your presence know should've you." growled the man. "This is private property; you can't just walk up here, and no expect my son to not defend himself!"

"Defend himself against what?" asked Ogden.

"Busy bodies, intruders, muggles and filth!"

"It's your son I'm here to see Mr. Gaunt. That was Morfin, wasn't it?" asked Ogden.

"Ah- that was Morfin. Are you pure-blood?"

"That's neither here nor there. May we continue to have this conversation inside?" asked Ogden

Mr. Gaunt and Bob Ogden walked inside, followed by Ewan, Harry, and Dumbledore. The house was dilapidated and filthy. Inside was a girl.

"My daughter, Merope." introduced Mr. Gaunt.

Merope Gaunt had lank, dull hair and a pale, heavy face with eyes that looked in opposite directions. She was cleaner than her father and Morfin, but looked very sad. Ewan felt sorry for her.

"Good morning." Ogden said to Merope.

"Now, Mr. Gaunt, to get straight to the point, we have reason to believe that your son, Morfin, preformed magic in front of a muggle late last night."

"So what?" asked Mr. Gaunt. "The muggle got what was coming to him, what about it?"

"Morfin broke the wizardry law." said Ogden pulling out a parchment.

"What is that then, a sentence?" asked Mr. Gaunt.

"It is a summons to the ministry for a hearing." answered Ogden.

"A SUMMONS!?" roared Mr. Gaunt. "Who do you think you are summoning my son anyway!?"

"I'm head of the Magical Law Enforcement." said Ogden.

"And you think we're scum, do ya!?" said Mr. Gaunt. "Do you know who you're talking to ya filthy little mudblood, do you!?

"I was under the impression I was speaking to Mr. Gaunt." said Ogden.

Mr. Gaunt then started ranting own about a ring on his finger. Ewan couldn't make out most of it except for "stone" "prevell". Then he went over to Merope, grabbed a locket by her neck and talked about it.

"See this, Salazar Slytherin's! We're his last living descendants, what do you say to that, eh? Don't you go talking to us as if we're dirt on your shoes! Generations of purebloods, wizards all — more than you can say, I don't doubt!" said Mr. Gaunt.

"Oh my god!" said Ewan. "I've seen that before! The locket!"

Dumbledore looked at Ewan. Ogden continued speaking. "Mr. Gaunt, I'm afraid that neither your ancestors nor mine have anything to do with the matter at hand. I'm here about Morfin, and the muggle he accosted late last night. Our information is that Morfin preformed a jinx or hex on the same muggle causing him to erupt in highly painful hives."

"And so what if he did? I had you marked out for a muggle lover since the first minute I saw you."

"This discussion is getting us nowhere. Morfin will attend a hearing on the fourteenth of September, to answer the charges of using magic in front of a muggle and causing harm and distress on that same muggle."

Suddenly, a horse sounded outside. Ewan watched as Merope and Morfin went to the door. Soon, all three Gaunts were speaking in Parseltongue. Harry translated.

Morfin hissed first. "'She likes looking at that Muggle. Always in the garden when he passes, peering through the hedge at him, isn't she? And last night—'"

Followed by Mr. Gaunt. "'Is it true? My daughter – pure-blooded descendant of Salazar Slytherin – hankering after a filthy, dirt-veined Muggle?'"

"'but I got him, father, I got him as he went by. And he didn't look so pretty with hives all over, did he Merope?'"

"'You disgusting little squib! You filthy little blood traitor!'"

"I think that will do boys." said Dumbledore. Soon everyone was back in Dumbledore's office.

"What happened to that girl in the cottage?" asked Harry

"Oh- she survived." answered Dumbledore. "Ogden apparated back to the Ministry and returned with reinforcements within 15 minutes. Morfin, who already had a record, was sentence to three years in Azkaban, Marvolo, who injured several ministry employees and addition to Ogden, received six months."

"Marvolo, isn't that-?" started Harry.

"Voldemort's grandfather, yes. Marvolo, Morfin, and Merope were the last of the Gaunts, a variation to wizardry family known to the vain of instability and violence, that flourished through the generation due to their habit of marry their cousins."

"Wait- does that mean that Merope was… Voldemort's mother?"

"Yes, we also got a glimpse of Voldemort's father."

"The muggle Morfin attacked."

"Tom Riddle Sr." said Ewan. "I saw his gravestone, in the Graveyeard. Voldemorts used his fathers bones to help make his new body."

"And Merope, she died didn't she? Wasn't Voldemort brought up in an orphanage?" asked Harry.

"He was. You see, in just a few months of their runaway marriage, Tom Riddle returned to the mansion in Little Hangleton without his wife. The rumor was he was hoodwinked and taken in. When they heard what he was saying however, the villagers guessed that Merope lied to Tom, saying she was going to have his baby, and that he had married her for that reason. Tom Riddle left her while she was still pregnant. I think that will do for tonight Harry, Ewan."

"Yes, sir. Good night, Professor." said Harry, going to the door. "You coming, Ewan?"

"I need to talk to the Headmaster for a bit." said Ewan.

"Alright, night!" harry said leaving.

Ewan waited for the door to close before turning to the Professor. "Sir, that locket. I've seen it before."

"Where?" asked Dumbledore.

"At Sirius's, it was in a glass case in the drawing room."

"Is it still there?"

"I was supposed to throw it out, but I didn't. Well, actually, I couldn't, you see it seemed important so I moved it to a safe location."

"Can you get it back?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, get that locket, and bring it to me at our next lesson." said Dumbledore.

"Yes, sir. Good night." said Ewan, leaving the office.