Author's Note: I apologize for not updating sooner, 3 people quit at once and I've had some really strange hours since then. I hope you like the chapter and thank you for waiting for it. I wanted to cover the Party before the letters and the sorting. I hope you guys enjoy what they have concocted, I know I did writing it.
Chapter 13: A Wind from the East
There is a wind from the east, it blows softly in the night and caresses the fauna of the jungle. Upon it rides color, spices, music, laughter and the rhythmic sound of life. As the night fell upon the massive Gaunt estate an enchantment was woven, one which captured the eye of the beholder like no other. It wasn't as simple as a glamour, in fact it was as brought the massive complex had been transformed for this one night.
The invitations to the event had been sent to every house and flat, each manor and castle from the greatest reaches of the highlands to the white cliffed shore. They traveled by owl, floo, house elf and even the rare raven, beautiful black lotus flowers with tassels at the base. Severus examined the black flower that had landed on his plate, it was attached to the leg of an all too familiar black owl. "Oris?" he asked as he held out a stop of bacon to the bird, he recognized the owl from his many times visiting Tom. The bird looked at him with large yellow eyes before it returned to preening. Severus heaved a sigh as he gently touched the black flower, as to why Tom would send him a paper flower confused him.
Black eyes widened as he watched the flower glow silver and unfurl, petal by petal came undone, with each motion the thick parchment turned into a square invitation. His mouth hung agape as he looked at the beautiful work, he would have thought it was Narcissa, but knew better from the familiar hum of magic that had surrounded it. Penned across the center of the square were several lines that glistened in the light, he watched in wonder as the lines looked as though they had written themselves before his eyes. He recognized the sensual script a mile away,
"Marvolo Gaunt, Lord of the Honorable House of Gaunt, cordially invites you to attend his Gala this evening. This invitation has been transformed into a portkey and will be activated at 9pm. The flower is your clue to the theme," he read.
Severus looked at the parchment in awe, he had seen Narcissa's work but Tom was clearly on another level. His magic was cool to the touch and felt just as dangerous, yet safe and comforting. "A Lotus, only found in the bowels amongst the trash in India, a beauty compared to none in a place shrouded with sewage," he said slowly. He looked at the owl who was perched on the chair not far from him, he felt as though something was brewing, he had no idea what was in store but he had a feeling whatever was about to happen had all happened before. It was an odd notion, but something in his head said with this story so far not even something as simple as a repeat of events would be unusual.
An unusual feeling of déjà vu twisted the potion master's stomach, it was strange, even if he couldn't remember the reason something told him this series of events had occurred. Somehow everything that had transpired did so once before, now if only he could remember why this felt so familiar.
"India, I don't know the first thing about the nation," he said slowly. It was true that when he was studying to be a potion's master he had traveled to India to learn about the many rare ingredients that could be harvested. He knew just enough to get by but nothing on the clothing or world in which they existed. "Which is why I am here," said a smooth voice, it was as rich as chocolate and just as full. Severus spun around and stared at a young man with dark skin, almond shaped emerald green eyes, and black hair. He was dressed in white and midnight blue, he smiled as he looked at Severus. "Alcester sent me, I'm Amar Hashish," he said simply.
Severus straightened up immediately and replied automatically, "Severus Snape, it's an honor to meet you." Amar smiled warmly, his eyes were the same exotic color as Lily's and for a moment Severus found himself lost in them. They were crystal clear pools of emerald green, a color which Harry had inherited. It was odd how similar in both shape and shade they were. "Likewise, Tom managed to convince Narcissa that an Indian theme was perfect, it was exotic and the last time it had been done was for Alcester and I," Amar explained as he rubbed his fingers together after touching what Severus assumed was dusty parchment.
He didn't know a great deal about the wizarding families of Britain, and even less of India, but he had a feeling that this event was the talk of the world for a while. Most of the time purebloods stuck with those who had strong magic in their lines, not necessarily human, but it was rare for them to marry outside of their own continent, it wasn't taboo it simply didn't happen often. He had a feeling that Alcester and Amar were the first pair to ever attempt such a thing. Yet, there was one thing that didn't make sense, no matter how he searched, he hadn't found a drop on the pair. It was as though they had never existed, wiped from records and memories as though they were figments of the imagination.
The potion's master slowly walked over to the enormous frame and looked up at the man who was now sitting on the floor, he had stolen a pillow from the couch and was perched atop of it. His long tan fingers rested atop his knees as his legs were folded in a perfect lotus. "Why?" asked Severus slowly, "Why are you even aiding me?" Amar hummed as he tipped his head to the side, "Because you are what makes Tom- Marvolo- happy. He hasn't been happy in a long time, and since both you and the boy make him happy why not? Besides, everyone needs a friend to lean on when the storm is so close to the shore," he mused.
That immediately got Severus' attention, he hadn't been imagining things, there was a storm brewing. He had a feeling Albus would hit the ceiling as soon as he had learned just what they were working to do, but now he had a feeling he had overlooked something. "What haven't you said?" he asked. Amar smirked as he leaned back and admired the potion's master with a rather lazy emerald gaze. "You certainly are like Alcester, such a Slytherin. Let us get through tonight and then we shall worry about the morning," he suggested gently, yet his tone left no room for argument.
Severs' black eyes narrowed dangerously as he hissed, "No, you know far more than you say. Come to think of it, you know more than the average portrait," he quickly realized that Amar was more than he led himself on to be. Amar chuckled humorlessly as he looked at Severus, "You aren't ready for what I, or Alcester, are. Have you heard it yet?" he asked. Confusion swept across the Potion Master's typically expressionless face, "What?" Amar grinned widely as he shook his head, he looked a great deal like Lily when she knew something. The way his eyes glittered and his lips curled with a secretive smile he had learned to loathe as she teased him.
"Yuvā Sāmpa*, you have heard them all your life," Amar replied knowingly, "You cannot run from destiny, she will always find you." Severus was quiet as he pondered the words, wondering if Amar was speaking of the knight in the castle when he had met the Lady herself. Any powerful wizard should have been able to do so, "Severus, we must get you ready," said Amar rather tersely, calling the wizard from his internal battle over whether or not he should question the man or allow this to play. Something told him though, he wouldn't get far with the questions. He would only be met with dancing green eyes and a smirk.
He bowed his head and gave into the portrait knowing that if Tom were present that this would be what he wanted.
~~WL~~
Just past the iron gates, now repaired and accented with brass accents, is perhaps one of the most anticipated events of the year. The chance to see the once decrepit House of Gaunt standing in all it's pride. The announcement of a new Lord Gaunt had sent rippled across the world, unlike many families the Gaunts were renown, with a number of illustrious wizards in their ancestry, for one to appear and claim the fortune was perhaps one of the greatest events to date. Now for the first time in over a half a century the house was to be viewed by those who had only heard rumor of it.
It had been rumored to be the largest Estate in Britain, and perhaps all of Europe. Just up the coral driveway which was lined with well sculpted hedges and roses. Past the sculptures of serpents and lions, a breath beyond the massive marble fountain depicting a serpent coiling around a woman. Tents had been set up, surrounded by exotic billowing silks and linens, the finest that many had ever even had a chance to see. White tents glowing in the blue light of the moon and swayed whenever a gust of wind from the ocean hit them.
Standing proudly in the moonlight, with the entire house a light was perhaps the one estate that nearly everyone had forgotten. The once broken and abandoned house of Gaunt now stood proudly, as golden lights illuminated every window, porch, and stairwell. It seemed to glow in the blue light of the full moon, only adding to the mysterious allure of the mansion and it's owner. Towers rose on all four corners of the house, the front of the house was surrounded by lush gardens, all groomed and manicured. The house it's self was a testament to the power the family had once possessed, the legacy which had been forgotten.
Cars and carriages waited side by side, as witches and wizards walked toward the front doors from the section of lawn dedicated to Port-key. The three story house dwarfed all others in scale, it's white walls glowing in the light. The front doors were enormous and covered in grand carvings, they were open in invitation to the guests now wading in. Inviting them into the lavish and exotic world held with-in.
Color filled every corner of the house, gone were the Western lounges and sitting arrangements, the clocks were removed from view, tables, and seating arrangements were sitting closer to the floors and even the lighting had changed.
Thousands of polished brass lanterns with painted glass windows hovered closely to the ceiling as billowing silks cascaded from the top of the ceiling to the polished marble floors, whispering as they brushed against the hard surface. Warm golden light spilled from these small fixtures, lighting every surface dimly, allowing for the truth in the light, and yet mystery to lurk in the shadows of the house.
Orchids, Lilies, Lotus flowers, spices and sandalwood permeated the air, the mixture of spices The scent of spices and mirth filled the air, orchids, lotus flowers and lilies were abundant as well as the familiar warmth of sandal wood. The floors were polished to the point that it was possible to see the billowing silks hanging above in them upon entry of the foyer.
Laughter reverberated off the walls, floors and ceiling. The sound of drums barreled down the halls as conversation drifted effortlessly. House elves were dressed in exotic robes as men and women in traditional Indian garb entered the building, brilliant blues, red, greens, yellows, pinks, purples, oranges and even the brightest of whites were apparent. It was an explosion of color as women twirled in their sari. Each of them were asked to leave their shoes at the door and wandered through the house barefoot.
The finest rugs had been selected and pared with elegant silk pillows that were enormous in size. Each of them stuffed with the finest herbs and goose down. Wine, tea, bear and even ale were present as the party raged forward, it was the event of the year and the enchantments were never ending. Tom had managed to enchant the walls of a room to look like the jungle, complete with a lurking tiger and elephant. It was possible to see flashes of orange through the leaves as the tiger stalked through the room.
Yet there was one thing missing, the Host. For all the parties grandeur and exotic atmosphere the presence of the host was nowhere to be scene. Hiding out just a breath from the party was Tom Marvolo Riddle draping himself in the finest robes, knowing the Lords of each House would have their crests visible. Red eyes drifted to his reflection of the man in the mirror, he was wrapped in a resilient dark green with silver scroll work sliding down the long billowing robe. His hands peaked out from the large cuffs allowing for only a glimpse of his long fingers and the lordship ring on his finger. He had selected a black vest and opted for a pair of charcoal pants to go with his slippers. His hair was styled so that it spiked in a few places, he had taken to the style since his trip to muggle London with the boys.
Tonight was the night he would remove the stigma of his past and move on. He would be able to start the next chapter and move closer to stopping Albus. The tension he had been feeling for days since he had taken the chance to invite Albus to his home, even though it was partially required of him to invite the meddling headmaster, he still wasn't thrilled. He didn't want the elderly wizard anywhere near Harry or Severus, he hated the notion that Severus worked for the man. It irritated him to no end that the Potion Master had run to Albus after losing Lily.
Although, it was Severus who had brought him back, to this day Tom didn't know how. In fact he couldn't even remember that night, the night Lily had died for that matter. There was only one thing he knew, and that was that Severus had lost a great deal in the war, far more than anyone ever should. Every time he looked at Severus he could see the impact of the war, the pain, the sorrow and the shattered dreams the man had been left with. All he wanted to do was hold the man and try to take his suffering away, it was an unusual feeling, in the past he had a soft spot for Severus, but this emotion he couldn't identify confused him to no end.
Logically he recognized this soft spot as the fact that Severus was one of the greatest Potion Masters in History, he would have books and entire wings dedicated to his work. Now things had shifted, things weren't as clear, everything was hazy. He wanted more than potions, he NEEDED more, but didn't know what it was. He also felt this odd sensation, all this had happened before or at least that was what he felt. It made little sense, the idea that somehow all of this had happened before, yet he had a feeling to trust his instincts.
"Why are you here in the Boat House when there is a party in the mansion?" asked a soft voice, it was filled with confidence and sounded more like a whisper. Tom shifted to see Harry standing in the doorway, he was dressed in midnight blue and black, his green eyes stood out against his pale skin, the only element out of places was his glasses, his hair looked as though he had dismounted a broom and he stood poised in the doorway. Harry had changed a great deal since they met and something told him that the young boy standing there tonight was very different from the one he had met months ago. He had a long white silver scarf draped over his neck, "Everyone has arrived," Harry continued as he leaned in the doorway and crossed his arms, a move Tom recognized as his own instantly, "Including Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall. Severus pointed them out to me." Tom nodded as he adjusted his silver and green tie, his fingers making quick work of slipping the Windsor knot into place.
Tom turned from the mirror and stated, "Of course he had, Albus and Minerva are his co-workers, and your future professors. I may not be a fan of Hogwarts but is still the finest magic school in the world." Harry nodded, he could tell the young man was nervous and hummed as he strode over to the small raven haired boy. Harry had wormed his way into the Dark Lord's heart since the moment he had caught a glimpse of him through their unusual connection. A small child locked in a cupboard under the stairs, nursing a large burn on his arm. At that moment he vowed not to harm him, even if he didn't know who the boy was.
No child deserved to live a life like that, he had been treated poorly as a child and hated that Harry shared that kind of pain. "Why can't I have tutors?" asked Harry petulantly. Tom snickered as he looked at him, for the past few months Harry and Draco were being tutored by not only himself but Severus in Potions and Defense, Narcissa in healing arts, Herbology and Charms, Lucius in Astronomy and ethics as well as basic legal knowledge.
"School is important, it allows for you to learn who you are and also decide just what kind of wizard you are," Tom stated before slowly sinking to Harry's eye level he sat on his haunches and looked into green eyes, "As much as I would love for you to take after me, you have to choose for yourself. You have to decide who you want to be as a person."
Harry stared at him with glistening eyes, understanding filled them after a moment before he bobbed his head in a nod. Tom smiled warmly as he ruffled Harry's hair and said lightly, "Good, come now, as you so aptly pointed out we are hosting a party and our absence is rude." He slipped out of the room only to instruct Nangini to stay out of sight and watch the children. Not everyone knew of his snake, but if he had any chance of getting into Hogwarts as a Professor he would have to hide her from Dumbledore, the elderly wizard certainly knew of her existence.
He swept out of the Boat House with Harry only a few paces behind him, he could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he approach the Balloon resting in the grass, the wind was just right to take him over the house. It was only now he understood the magnitude of his decision, he wasn't going to be the poor orphan boy anymore, he was about to become one of the wealthiest Lords in the world, with the power to match. He flicked his wrist causing the candles throughout the estate to extinguish themselves, plunging the entire house into the dark. Witches and Wizards rushed out of the house, shouting in shock with wands lit.
Tom looked over at Harry who pulled out a small blue crystal, he held it out in his palm to the elder wizard. He looked at the crystal and smiled, it was the one thing which would distinguish him from the newer lords. According to texts prior to the creation of the Ministry, which had taken over keeping track of magical origins, Lords had crystals, which glowed specific colors, channeling the residual magic of all Lords past. It served as an extra layer of protection in the house and marked the first Families. The brighter the crystal the more powerful the line. Power wasn't measured by the number of members but the skill and knowledge gained by the members as a whole.
He smiled at Harry as he collected it, he could feel the familiar hum of magic. It was then he wondered how many wizards remembered this tradition. How many even still had their crystals, was really the question. The Dark Lord held it close to his lips and whispered softly to the crystal, resulting in it to glow and even brighter blue, nearly teal in color to the point that he wondered if it was possible to blind himself with his own magic.
It was heavy in his palm as he pulled his arm back and threw it into the night sky. He watched as he soared into position over the house, before shooting up vertically. "Whoa," whispered Harry in awe, "Why's it going to high?" he asked in confusion. Like a shooting star, it flew upward until it was hovering 2,000 feet above the house, it glowed brighter than any star he had ever seen, it's light cast and eerie teal blue light over the outside of the mansion. He had read about them and from what he had seen years ago when the Malfoys released theirs, it hadn't flown this high. "I have no idea," he replied in shock before flicking his wrist causing the balloon to slowly descend toward the earth.
The silver basket glittered in the light as the green balloon passed several feet under the crystal over the top of the castle. Lucius voice carried through the still night air with pride as he announced, "It is my distinct pleasure to introduce you to the newest Lord of Wizingmont, Lord Marvolo Gaunt and his protégé, Harry Potter."
There was a shared gasp as the names were spoken, obviously no one expected the young Potter to be taken in by the enigmatic Lord Gaunt. Those who knew who Tom really was, happened to be more shocked, after all Harry was supposed to be his enemy, and not his protégé. As the ground drew nearer he snapped his fingers causing several acrobats to toss ropes from the four corners and slip down them, acting as sandbags.
Harry smiled, Tom could remember the look on the boy's face during the practices. Now all he could hope for was the same reaction from his guests. It was so quiet he could hear the whisper of paper in the air, his lips curled as he looked at all the wizards and witches looking through their costumes for the source of the sound.
He looked out of the corner of his eye and watched as Harry pulled out one of the pages. It hovered before the boy once more his script appeared. He had handed it to Harry earlier when he was helping the young wizard with his costume.
"In loving memory of Lord James Potter and Lady Lily Potter née Evans."
The invitation folded itself once more, the motions were delicate as the square folded over several times before the petals peeled away from the base and a familiar lotus took shape. With each fold the paper lost it's solemn black pigment, only to retain a small trace of it on the edges of the flower's petals. He gazed over the side lazily and watched as thousands of white flowers took shape, all of them standing out from the darkness, small white lights in memory of those who were lost in a war that could have been stopped.
The balloon jolted a little as it met the ground, the white flowers were still floating before the individuals as he stepped onto the balcony, "Welcome to my home. The flowers before you are in memory of all who were lost in war," he announced. Slowly the lotus flowers acquired a similar teal blue glow as the crystal above their heads. "We can not move forward without honoring those who laid the foundations in the past," he said broadly, "I intend to aid in crafting a brighter future, one where war isn't as eminent as everyone believes." The flowers only glowed brighter as he spoke and he watched the guests gaze at him with admiration.
The war was a sensitive topic but in many ways this was his way of apologizing for all the pain and suffering, even if this wasn't merely enough to repair all the damage he had caused. "To those lost," he said simply as he flicked his wrist. The white flowers floated further and further above, gradually ascending into the sky. He watched as a sea of lotus floated past him, the delicate paper continued to rise until a breeze captured them. With the aid of the gentle caress of the wind the flowers were whisked off to sea, as though they had been called toward it. Tom held his hand out tenderly as he watched them float past, his red eyes never leaving them as they did so. Proof that even though they had been lost they hadn't been forgotten.
Tom snapped his fingers causing all four acrobats to turn into butterflies, earning another gasp. Their silver wings beat delicately in the air as he watched them turn and face the sea, they zipped through the air in a cloud, chasing the trail the Lotus had once traveled. Slowly the white river of Lotus flowers sailed off toward the sea with silver butterflies in tow.
Red eyes drifted over the crowd, it was then he noticed the sadness in the air. No one had expected such a show, yet few seemed to remember that day was the one in which the war began. Witches clung to their husbands as lovers sought the comfort of another. He slowly turned his attention to Harry and noticed how the boy's gaze hadn't left the horizon, he may not have known his parents, but he still loved them.
The moment of silence ended abruptly as he looked toward the house and called for the lights to return and the crystal to return to him. This action was accompanied by an applause which could be mistaken for thunder due to intensity. He clapped his hands together, a smirk curling his lips slightly as the entire castle was once more swept into his world. Music thundered from the house as lanterns were lit and food brought out. "Tonight we celebrate, we celebrate the simple fact that we are alive and well! They didn't die in vain we are all here so let's enjoy it!" he called as he began walking back toward the house.
He strode with purpose toward the foyer, he had done the sincere portion, now he was going to show them just what he was going to be like. The house vibrated thanks to the charms he had cast over the musicians, he wanted his party to be heard all over the world, and didn't care that he had just been sentimental, he was alive and that was all that mattered. As he walked by Lucius and Draco fell into the group.
He noticed Lucius was dressed in a beautiful forest green with silver embellishments. Oddly he filled out the outfit well and even made it look natural to a degree. As always he was carrying a cane, but it wasn't an issue really, the noble was known for it. His pants were black and his shoes were traditional western dress shoes, his long hair was tied behind his head in a neat ribbon and he was beaming with pride. Then again it was an enormous honor to announce the new Lord, it meant Lucius was his trusted friend and ally.
Draco bumped into Harry playfully, he watched in amusement as the pair interacted. It was amazing how close they had become and part of him wondered if their relationship would blossom into something else. He was aware that Narcissa and Lucius were accepting of sexuality and had supported both himself and Severus. Himself when he realized he was bisexual and Severus when he accepted the fact that he was gay. He just didn't know what Harry would do, however he was going to cross that bridge when they reached it.
The blonde scion was dressed in black and silver with green pants, it was an odd combination and yet the young man pulled it off. Then again, Draco had always been rather easy on the eyes and his personality allowed him to take a number of liberties. He noticed the Malfoy crest on his scarf and smiled as the young man laughed with Harry. It was a welcoming sight to see both boys relaxed and ready to enjoy the evening.
He opened the doors of the house and noticed Narcissa standing in an emerald green, nearly transparent sari. Her long blonde and black hair had been braided nearly with flowers in it. Her silver eyes glistened in the light as she looked at the group. The way the skirt of the sari hung from her hips, it was low and swayed with her every movement. Her bra was the same green but far more noticeable when paired with the translucent green fabric of the wrap. He could hear the ring of bangles as they tapped into one another with every movement. Her arms were covered in henna, the intricate brown designs stood out starkly against her pale complexion, they were small and tight only adding to her air. A silver serpent was wrapped around her left ear and she smiled warmly as she took a step toward Lucius.
He could tell it was taking the man everything he had not to drag his wife into an obscure corner and enjoy himself.
Narcissa sashayed over and kissed Tom on the cheek before whispering, "Beautiful and very touching." She pulled away leaving the scent of orchids behind. Tom smiled as he watched her wrap an arm around her husband's. Tom felt a twinge of envy at this, it wasn't over Narcissa, it was more that when Lucius had been announced he already had Narcissa. Tonight he was about to be prayed on by the entire single population of witches and wizards seeking fame and fortune. On top of the fact that in reality he really wanted to share the night with one man in particular.
He was about to give up his search when he noticed Severus standing behind a curtain, the black had vanished, instead he was dressed in a beautiful forest green. His black hair had been tied back neatly allowing for his face to be clearly visible. His eyes finally looked brown in the light, making him seem far less intimidating. His lean body was shrouded in fine linen and mildly he began to wonder what it would be like to strip it away. "Severus," he breathed as he looked at the man before him, he still had a hard time believing this man wasn't a Lord. He had the mannerisms and the air of one. Tom had heard that Severus was related to the Prince family but didn't know if the potion master had been named heir.
The night moved with ease as he shook hands with a number of individuals everyone of importance from other solicitors and the Minister for Magic to the up and coming minds of curse breaking. There was only one guest he was dreading speaking to, Albus Dumbledore. It wasn't simply the fact that Albus would be the only one who could possibly recognize him for whom he really was, but also the fact that he could try to take Harry away.
~~WL~~
The house was filled with light and color as the party picked up pace. Dancers floated across the floor, their skirts flowing about them as they spun, the roaring applause as acrobats tumbled across the floor and people laughing as they regaled amusing stories with one another. Yet for all the joy that warmed the house, there was still one cold corner, a small place in Harry's chest.
For the past month he had seen himself as a member of their rather eclectic group, that he considered family. Draco, Narcissa, Lucius, Tom, Severus and even Nangini were part of this unit, they had saved him from all the pain. Tonight he was reminded that he wasn't a Malfoy, Snape, Riddle or even Gaunt, he was a Potter. His parents were dead, and he had no remaining family, he was an orphan. Tom had told him time and time again he could life with him, yet he wasn't family, he didn't have a mother and father like Draco.
Harry flashed a smile as he nodded to a young woman who had said hello in passing. He felt numb as he watched people smile and laugh, those beautiful white paper flowers had floated away making him wonder if that was what his parents had done. Harry felt someone nudge his arm, he jumped reflexively and fond a small pale hand on his arm, Draco. Gray eyes looked at him with concern as he whispered, "You okay?" as always the young blonde scion could see through him. He gently tugged at Harry's arm and said, "Follow me."
The young emerald eyed boy merely followed the young Malfoy as they slipped through the house, as they drew further from the party Harry could hear the gentle caress of the waves on the shore just outside the house. The massive glass doors were open and the large white curtains billowed in the wind, the sight was breath taking. Harry stared out at the ocean, the moon was full and he could see stars hanging above in the sky, they looked like small holes in the floor of heaven. The white crests of the tide seemed to glow in the light.
Draco leaned against the doorway and said, "I know Marvolo gave you a blank invite." His voice was soft, yet it seemed to echo through the hallway, it was barely louder than the waves. The blonde tore his gaze from the ocean and looked at Harry, he could tell this hurt the young man as much as it had him. "He had given me one as well, I don't think he intended to upset you," Draco said slowly. Harry hummed, he was well aware of that, he had a feeling it was Tom's way of allowing him to pay respect to his parents. "I know, it's just until Sev gave me that album I didn't even know what my parents looked like. I've never even been to their grave," he said sadly.
Gray eyes widened with alarm as Draco raced over and pulled Harry into a hug, "We'll fix that, I'm sure if you tell Marvolo and Sev they will take care of it," Draco whispered. Marvolo, Harry sighed, he had finally gotten the confidence to say Tom's name only for this to occur. He didn't fully understand why Tom was hiding, but had a feeling it was important. Harry nodded as he patted the other boy on the back. "How touching," said a rather deep but raspy voice, it was like sandpaper on Harry's ears and he swiftly released Draco before pushing the young boy behind himself.
His green eyes narrowed as he searched in the darkness, "Reveal yourself!" he commanded harshly, his tone shifting into one far darker and tinted with authority. "No need to panic," said the voice once more, it had taken what should have been a lighter note but set Harry's teeth on edge. He had heard that false tone too many times when Social Workers came around. He noticed a dark figure just a breath away, "Step into the light," he commanded.
A tall elderly gentleman with crystal blue eyes and a pair of half moon glasses on his nose stepped into the rays of moonlight that had spilled through the windows. He had long white hair and a white beard, his eyes twinkled slightly and it was then that Harry noticed the ghastly robes he had selected to wear. The rich plum color coupled with the gold was blinding and garish. "Who are you," Harry barked, even if the wizard was older than himself he hated to be blind sided.
"Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Order of Merlin First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Supreme Mugwump, Chief Warlock of Wizengamot and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he replied with ease, a smile curling his lips as he did so. Immediately Harry recognized just whom was standing before him. He remained on guard as he nodded and replied, "A pleasure," with a smile. Draco tensed behind him and he could tell the young man was suddenly uncomfortable. "You must be Harry Potter, Lord Gaunt's Protégé," Albus said with a hint of admiration.
Harry nodded, "Yes, he's a wonderful teacher. I'm fortunate to have met him," he replied. It was the truth, he had just left out the part that he had been saved by the wizard. He wasn't about to admit that he had required saving, he hated the notion that he had. "I was unaware that any Gaunts had survived, the last one on record was Tom Riddle," he stated, "I didn't think any of the other Gaunt children had produced children." Harry was quiet when he noticed movement just behind the wizard, a young man who looked strikingly like Tom was standing there. He held a finger to his lips and shook his head.
Draco stood beside Harry and said simply, "Marvolo is from a line which had run to America when the war came in an attempt to escape the Dark Lord. He was granted sanctuary there, shouldn't you speak to him about such matters. After all it is his past." The young blonde stood firmly, he looked very much like his parents at that moment. His gray eyes icy cold and filled with irritation. Clearly he had inherited the Malfoy sneer and talent for making another person feel less than human.
Albus hummed as he took a step closer to the boys, "Of course it is. I'm just wondering how Mr. Potter had managed to become the man's protégé. Its rather precarious, isn't it? No one has ever heard of Lord Gaunt and the next thing we know there is a new Lord who clearly has a great deal of power and funds, I'm simply concerned for your welfare," Albus said softly. Harry watched the older gentleman keenly, he didn't like this, in fact he hated it. The man before him was far too attentive, and Harry began to wonder just how much this man knew.
Marvolo had hidden his identity for a reason, while Harry may not have known the reason he understood that it was important to protect such secrets. "I'm alright as you can see. I was fortunate to have met him," he stated. Albus looked perplexed by the response, obviously he was expecting something different. Harry's eyes swept over the Headmaster, even though warning bells were ringing in his head, he was itching to know why. He may not have been as talented as Marvolo or Severus in Mind Magics, however he had learned the signs of when someone had been lying to him. Years of being the house elf of Number 4 Privet Drive had taught him how to read people.
He glanced over to the painting and noted that there were now two wizards standing in the frame, both of them looking rather concerned. "I thank you for your concern, however as you can see I'm safe and well cared for," Harry replied graciously, shocking even Draco. His lips curled as he continued, "Why is it any concern of yours? I had no idea that Headmasters were so interested in the lives of potential students." Albus' expression soured immediately, his gray eyes held a glint of irritation as Harry held his gaze.
It was then he felt something brush against his mind, it was light like a feather only for more force to be applied. He had never felt such a thing; it was a strange feeling that felt intrusive and probing. Without his consent images began to fly before his eyes and Harry attempted to pull away, he was being dragged into the deepest parts of hell inside his head. He closed his eyes and felt the pain he had been attempting to keep at bay break free, memories of his cupboard, the beatings and his Uncle's harsh treatment of him echoed in his head.
Distantly he could hear shouting, but was unable to reach it. He was drowning in his own memories, the sorrow and pain of being an unwanted child burned as he was taken even deeper. He could feel the bones breaking, the pain of his Uncle's belt and the stinging of the burns he had received. He just wanted a family, he wanted to be loved, held and protected. Try as he might, he couldn't reach out and touch the real world. He knew Draco was with him and yet he couldn't feel the other boy. Instead he felt something else, someone dragging him down by the ankle as they ransacked his memories. All he wanted to do was forget.
He wanted to forget the time his Uncle had nearly killed him by throwing him out in the snow, or when Petunia had locked him away and refused to let him eat, even the time Dudley and his friends had beaten him to a pulp and left him for dead in the woods. He had known the cold and harsh reality of the world long before the Malfoys, Marvolo and Severus had offered him a modicum of happiness.
There was a louder shout and suddenly Harry was pulled to the surface by a pair of strong arms. There was even more yelling and he felt warmth seep into his cold limbs, chasing away the frightful memories of his past. The smell of lilies and sandal wood filled his nose and it was then he realized he was being held protectively to someone's chest. "How dare you, he's a child!" seethed a familiar voice, one which meant love and safety. Green eyes flicked open to see Marvolo clutching him, they were on the floor and for a moment the young Lord looked truly angry.
Albus looked down at the pair, his gaze was harsh and calculating, "You are accusing me of violating a child's mind, Lord Gaunt. That is a steep accusation," Albus stated darkly. Harry had only seen Vernon look so menacing when he was truly angry. "Then what were you doing to Mr. Potter?" asked another voice, Lucius clearly had come to aid them. Harry looked over to see Draco smiling smugly as Albus drew back from Lucius who was grinning with glee. It wasn't a secret that the pair despised one another, but Harry had no idea that Lucius took joy in tormenting the older wizard.
"Lucius, wonderful to see you," said Albus in a tone that many would consider cordial but Harry knew from experience to be threatening. Lucius gently tucked Draco behind him and stood tall, his fingers were wrapped around his cane and he noticed how he had lost his once pleasant demeanor and was on the defense. "Headmaster, as much as I would like to discuss the ramifications of using Legilimency on a minor and the potential damage that could be caused by doing so, I must remind you this is a party and you have stolen it's host," Lucius said simply, feigning indifference.
Lucius wasn't the type to show his emotions freely, even though he was open around Draco and Harry in private, in public he portrayed the perfect guarded Lord, ruthless, unemotional and cool. "I was simply curious as to how far his talents went," Dumbledore remarked. Marvolo tightened his grip on Harry, causing the boy to turn his attention to the man holding him once more. His red eyes were narrowed dangerously, his lips were pressed into a hard line and his aura seemed to flare violently.
"Perhaps you should have simply asked his ability to use magic," Marvolo hissed. Albus paused, Harry could hear people drawing closer to them, wondering just where the Host had vanished to. "Perhaps you should leave," advised the familiar drawl of Severus. The dour potion master was standing behind Albus and had the elderly woman he learned to be Minerva in tow. She looked rather confused by the situation before them, "Albus?" she asked curiously.
The Headmaster smiled stiffly and said simply, "We were just about to leave, I hope Harry is feeling better Lord Gaunt, he was looking a little ill." Marvolo nodded and smiled superficially, "Thank you Albus, for attending this evening and ensuring Harry was safe," he said firmly. Albus turned swiftly and began to leave, Harry stared in confusion, he had expected Tom to hex the man. Yet he was allowing Albus to simply walk out.
Severus waited for the pair to be out of sight before kneeling beside Tom and Harry. "Are you okay?" asked Severus quickly as he placed a hand on the young man's forehead. Harry nodded, "It felt strange," he mumbled. Severus acquired a sympathetic expression, he could remember all those hours he had spent learning Occlumency from Albus and was well aware of the pain associated with it, both the physical and mental. "Harry, look at me," Severus said softly as he placed a hand on the young wizard's shoulder, "You are not there anymore, you are with us. You have a home now, where we all want you." It was strange to hear those words after being dragged through the horror show known as his childhood.
He nodded and held back his tears which were threatening to fall. "Come on, I know the perfect thing to fix this," said Tom softly as he kissed the boy's head tenderly. Harry hummed and clung to the elder wizard as he felt Tom shift, "Let's go to the kitchen and get some chocolate," he said softly as he looked to Draco, "Why don't you join us?"
The young blonde looked to Lucius who simply nodded and decided to follow the pair. Yet, Harry could feel their eyes and had a feeling that they hadn't been telling him everything. He hated being left in the dark and from the way Albus was acting he was genuinely shocked to see him there with Tom. Yet all he could do was cling to Tom and sit on a stood across from him.
*Yuvā Sāmpa- Young Snake in Hindi
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