Amon was knocked onto the floor for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. The crazed woman that was supposed to be his teacher stood over him frowning. "What's wrong ickle little Potty? That's the 27th time I've knocked you back this week! Has
your stay in the happiest place on earth made you that weak?"
Amon growled before jumping to his feet and throwing a wandless spell at Bellatrix.
She tutted and easily dodged out of the way of the slow moving spell, laughing as Amon lay hunched over. His breath was ragged as he tried to stay standing, he had been doing rather well in his other classes with the inner circle,it was just the
dueling he was having trouble with. Amon looked at his hand and clenched his fist, he knew that something was wrong, he could feel the huge stores of magic pulsing within him, waiting to be tapped into. Just every time he did multiple spells in quick
succession he became lethargic, his blood feeling as it was napalm pumping through him. He hissed as Bellatrix hit him with a slashing hex.
The Dark Lord watched the one sided match with a frown. Bellatrix had informed him that Amon was weak and could barely last 10 minutes in a duel before passing out. He had not believed her and decided to come view one of their lessons for himself, but
the truth was staring him right in the face, Amon couldn't even land a hit on Bellatrix. What had happened to his former rival?
The insane witch giggled and taunted Amon as she pranced around shooting various curses at him. She stopped and frowned as the atmosphere in the room turned dark and she felt a chill run through her. She looked to see Amon's now completely red eyes glaring
daggers at her.
His breath was ragged as he concentrated all of his magic within himself and launched it at the woman who had ruined his life. Amon saw Bellatrix go flying back into a wall before he collapsed onto the ground liquid rising in his throat, his eyes burning
as he blinked away tears.
Bellatrix giggled before getting up, "So you finally got a hit on me did ya Potty?" she glanced up and noticed Amon wasn't mocking her back but on the floor retching up vibrant red blood. She glanced at her lord who was standing off to the side his eyes
wide.
"Get Severus immediately, while I see what I can do with Amon."
Bellatrix nodded and ran out of the room. Voldemort watched her go before walking over to where Amon was passed out facedown on the floor. The Dark Lord frowned before bending down and flipping the boy over. His eyes widened at the sight of bloody tear
stains down the boys cheeks. He opened the boys eye and saw that the sclera was bloodshot and tinted red. Voldemort stood as his potions master arrived on the scene.
Severus franticly ran up and scanned his unconscious son before whipping a variety of vials out from inside his cloak and started administering them.
Amon looked up to see two people standing over him discussing something. He heard a mentionof "Dementors" and "Horcrux" before falling into the depths of unconscious again.
He opened his eyes again to light filling the room. Looking over he saw a sleeping Draco Malfoy in a chair beside him. Amon sat up gingerly, when he didn't feel like he was going to pass out any second he sighed in relief.
Suddenly Draco's hands were on his arm causing Amon to flinch in shock.
"Are you alright!? Father said you passed out again dueling Aunt Bellatrix. He said that you uh." Draco gulped before saying the next words, "Had blood coming out of every orifice."
Amon frowned and put a hand to his eyes, then frowned as it came away clean. "I don't remember that." He stated softly.
Draco made a face, "You've been unconscious for 3 days it's Sunday."
Amon's eyes widened then he sighed and shook his head unsure of the events that had caused his unconsciousness.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack. I was in my room when father mirror contacted me that you were dying. Before he knew that you were well… not."
Draco leaned in closer to Amon who leaned away at his invasion of his personal space. Draco quickly leaned back as the door opened and the Dark Lord himself swept into the room. He looked at Draco, "Leave. NOW."
Draco cast one more glance at Amon before exiting the room. The Dark Lord began pacing around the room, all the while keeping an eye on Amon.
"Do you know what happened?" He asked.
Amon frowned, "I'm not sure why but I've been passing out every time I duel."
The Dark Lord nodded, "I had Severus examine you while you were out and he found nothing wrong with your magic, as we first suspected magical exhaustion to be the cause of your recent lethargy. The true cause is much stranger." He then looked at Amon,
"What does it feel like when you use your magic?"
Amon looked up at the ceiling, "I feel immensely powerful when I first start a duel like nothing can stop me but after only two or three spells its like I have to force the magic out. It feels like I'm trying to stuff snow in a straw."
Voldemort nodded before he sat down in the chair that Draco previously occupied. " Severus discovered that it's not your magic that's faulty but essentially your bodies pathways leading to it." Amon frowned in confusion and the Dark Lord continued, "Imagine
every magical being having a giant core of magic within them. Now every magical being alsohas to have someway for the magic to flow through their body say like blood. So we have veins that guide the magic throughout our body allowing us to be
able to access as much or as little as we want whenever we want. Although it seems in your case that your 'veins' are too thin so what should be a roar of magic coursing through you is more of a trickle."
Amon's mouth was agape, "Do you know why?"
"Ah, that is the question. You did not have this problem before your stay in Azkaban correct?" Amon nodded and Voldemort tapped a finger on his chin. "None of my supporters that have had stays in Azkaban have had this problem. Curious."
"Is there no way to fix it?" Amon asked, shocked at the possibility of never being able to defend himself with magic.
"We first have to find the source of the problem" The Dark Lord stated, "For that I would feel that the best place to do would be Gringotts."
"A bank?" Amon asked, confused.
"A bank full of neutral goblins that have been masters of the arts of secrecy and the determining of various states of a person." Amon still looked confused so The Dark Lord elaborated, " They do many various blood tests to determine inheritances and
the like. Thus they are the best ones to bring this to."
The Dark Lord stood up and adjusted his robes before looking at Amon, "I will have Severus escort you to the bank in an hour, be ready." He then swept out of the room leaving Amon feeling empty at the possibility of being unable to use his magic fully
and alsohaving to spend the day with his genetic provider.
Amon looked at the doors to the bank before catching the inscription on the doors and smirked.
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, Beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
Obviously the inscription was issuing a challenge to those that would steal from Gringotts. But honestly who was foolish enough to attempt to steal from a goblin?
Snape sighed and led him in, walking past the wizards and witches walking about the bank and the various goblins stationed throughout until they reached a goblin at the far side of the bank, away from the chatter of the general public.
"We are in need of your services."
The goblin looked up at the parchment he was writing on and looked from Snape to the glamoured Amon before looking down again at his paper, "Family registry is at desk 4 Mr. Snape."
Amon watched as Snape's face paled before he coughed to get the Goblin's attention again, "A certain important pale man is in need of your skills."
The goblin looked intently at Snape before sighing and setting down his quill and hoppingoff his chair, gesturing at Amon and Snape to follow him.
After what seemed like forever the three arrived in a dimly lit room. The goblin sat down at a desk and gestured for them to sit in the chairs across from the desk. The goblin leaned forward in his chair once Amon and Snape were seated.
"What is it that the Dark Lord wishes of the goblins of Gringotts?"
Snape cleared his throat into his hand before responding; "The Dark Lord's… ward" he gestured at Amon, "Has been having issues with using his magic that neither I nor my lord can place the cause. He thought that your kind, who is more experienced with
this sort of thing may be able to provide assistance."
The goblin looked at Severus blankly, "As you know we goblins do nothing for free. What do you offer in exchange for our services?"
Severus pulled a jewel-encrusted dagger out from within his robe and presented it to the goblin. The goblin studied the weapon intensively before snatching it out of Severus' hand and stashing it in a desk drawer.
"Payment accepted. Now come over here, Mr?" The goblin's eyes narrowed at Amon.
"Evans."
"Mr. Evans than. Let us see what is ailing you. The goblin produced a partially filled vial out of a drawer within the stone wall. He then gestured to Amon to come closer and used his nail to slice a small cut into Amon's arm. Glancing at the blood on
his claw the goblin held it over the vial allowing a few drops to fall into the concoction.
Severus watched with rapt attention as the contents of the potion swirled into a dark red before releasing a small puff of smoke. The goblin placed the potion on his desk and retrieved a piece of parchment from within it. The creature then poured the
contents of the potion onto the parchment. Severus and Amon watched with rapt attention as the potion seeped into the paper and blood red writing started to emerge before the goblin snatched up the paper and inspected it. The Goblin's eyes widened
and darted to Amon then back at the paper.
He then turned away towards the exit, "I'm sorry I cannot help you."
Severus stood up but Amon was already on his feet his hand grasping the goblins throat. "We paid you for the contents of the paper so you will give us what we are due."
The goblin smiled raggedly as it attempted to breathe, "The contents of this parchment are worth more than you can pay." Amon's grip tightened and the goblin choked but continued to smile, "Lord Voldemort does not want to have the goblins as an enemy."
Amon glared before releasing the Goblin.
"Now I will be taking my parchment and leaving. I bid you sir's good day." The goblin turned and left Amon and Severus in the chamber. Amon turned to Severus,
"We're leaving NOW." Before apparating back to Malfoy Manor with Severus right behind him.
Voldemort had been quite furious at the act of treason the goblins had committed but was hesitant to act against the creatures that controlled all of the wealth in the wizarding world. His lack of action is what led to Amon and Draco's current undesirable
situation.
Draco was covered in ash and Amon's robes were singed as a silver dragon descended upon them. Amon had decided as soon as he came out of the Dark Lord's chambers that he was going to take the parchment that contained the answers he so needed by force.
Voldemort had told him that they would look for another way to solve his problem with his magic, but Amon knew that if using the goblins wasn't the only way it was at least the best way to find out what was wrong. He had been leaving the manor to
head to the bank when Draco appeared, already packed and dressed for the occasion, insisting on coming along. Amon had to inform Draco that thieves do not wear stripes in real life and made the blonde change before the duo left the grounds and apparated
to Diagon Alley.
Amon took out an intangibility potion that they had stolen from Severus ,in just a sip the two passed through the walls but unfortunately also through the floor before finally coming to land in a deep chamber of the bank, far away from the desk of the
goblin that had the parchment. Now they were face to face with a dragon that guarded the deep pits of the bank, where the most important treasures were held.
Amon quickly sized up the dragon and then glanced at Draco before clenching his teeth. "Draco we have to run, there's no other option."
Draco turned to Amon in confusion, "But we should defend ourselves!"
"I can't use more than 3 spells without passing out and if you use any magic the ministry will be able to trace your spell back to you through your wand."
Draco frowned, "But I'm of age."
Amon deadpanned and then looked back at the dragon that was stalking back and forth, it suddenlydecided enough was enough and let out a shrill roar and charged at the two wizards.
Draco screeched and started sprinting in the other direction, Amon looked around quickly and spotted one of the bank carts behind the dragon. He then ran over and grabbed the back of Dracos shirt before sprinting head on at the dragon. At the last second
before he hit a full mouth of sharp knifelike teeth he swerved out of the way, pulling Draco along with him. Amon literally stuffed Draco into the cart before turning and waving his arm at the ceiling above where the dragon stood dazed, having crashed
into the wall.
"Bombarda!" Amon cried.
The ceiling above the dragon collapsed upon the creature, causing ear splitting screeches and an immense wall of flame to emerge from the rubble. Amon then hopped into the cart and pulled a lever causing the two to shoot forward on the roller coaster-like
track. Amon panted heavily and Draco looked on in awe, "Your amazing." Amon glanced over at Draco before turning and looking back at where they'd come.
"It's not over yet Draco."
A large crash was heard before Draco saw a red glow come into view, then the silver dragon burst through a wall right behind the cart. Dracos eyes widened as he started messing with the levers causing the cart to accelerate even more. Amon held on to
the sides of the cart as they raced forward, he peeked over the edge to see the dragon still keeping up with them. He saw the unmistakable red glow at the base of the dragons throat and threw up a Protego right as a burst of flame emanated from the
dragons throat. Amon felt blood pool in his mouth and tears fall but he wiped them away. The cart zoomed around corners, the dragon crashing through any wall or pillar in its path, causing the walls of the bank to start to crumble.
Draco and Amon were flung out of the cart at the sudden stop at the top floor of the bank. Draco groaned and sat up noticing that they were now at the main entryway. He then looked at Amon and was shocked to see blood running from his eyes and mouth.
"Areyou ok?"
"It's Nothing" Amon replied quickly wiping his face with his sleeve, "Let's just hurry up and get my parchment before the dragon catches up to us again."
Draco looked at Amon's back , his faceetched with worry. But he then joined Amon in searching through goblins desks for the parchment.
It felt like they had been searching for hours, even though it had probably only been a few minutes when he heard Amon shout. Draco whipped his head over to where the other boy was standing and saw him holding up a piece of parchment. As Draco approached
Amon he saw that his eyes were shadowed and his face emotionless as he stared at the paper. Draco didn't have time to ask though as the ground suddenly shook under them causing various desks to fall over and statues to break. Then the floor beneath
them cracked and a silver claw reached through the opening.
"C'mon!We have to go!"
The boy stood motionless and Draco glanced at the dragon before grabbing Amon's arm and racing towards the front doors. Draco blasted the doors open as the dragon burst through the floor and engulfed the bank in red flame. Draco, still holding Amon's
arm apparated to Malfoy Manor.
The two landed roughly in the foyer of the manor. Draco stood and brushed himself off while Amon just sat there motionless, the parchment still clutched in his hand. Draco frowned and snatched the parchment out of Amon's grasp. He quickly scanned the
document before his eyes widened and he glanced at Amon in shock. The other boy hadn't moved.
Draco helped the other boy up and led him numbly to the Dark Lord's quarters.
Voldemort looked up from the raid plans he was looking over. "Come in"
The Dark Lord's eyes widened as he saw Lucius' soot covered son all but drag Amon into the door. He noted that Amon had a piece of parchment clenched in his hand. His eyes rested on the young Malfoy.
"Yes?"
The boy then went into the tale of how he and Amon had broken into the impenetrablebank, fought a dragon, and stole back the parchment out of a goblins desk right before the dragon came and destroyed most of the upper floors of the bank. If the
dark lord was to say one word it would be impressed. He didn't let it show though and looked over to Amon and outstretched a hand to him. Draco quickly snatched the parchment out of Amon's grasp and placed it in the Dark Lord's.
Voldemort quirked a non-existent eyebrow at Amon's motionlessness before straightening out the parchment in his hand and looking at it.
Name: Tom Marvolo Riddle
Father: Severus Snape (By Blood), Tom Riddle Sr. (By Spirit)
Mother: Lily Evans (By Blood), Merope Gaunt (By Spirit)
Ancestral Families: Gryffindor (By blood), Peverell (By Blood and Spirit), Potter (By Blood), Slytherin (By Spirit), Gaunt (By Spirit), Black (By Name)
Abilities: Parslemouth, Spell Creation, Wandless Magic, Wordless Magic, Dementor Manipulation
Ailments: Spirit Debility, Malnutrition
Witness, Sr. Banker YoungClaw
The Dark Lord's hands shook and he looked up at Amon who was staring at him with blank green eyes. "What is this?"
"That's the paper we got from Gringott's." The Malfoy boy stated. The Dark Lord's head snapped to face the Malfoyboy and with a gesture of his hand he sent the boy flying out of the room, another wrist flick and the door slammed shut. He then returned
his gaze to the remaining boyin front of him. "Come here."
Amon complied and walked over to the Dark Lord. Voldemort then got out of his desk and approached the boy. He reached out a hand and clasped the boys' chin, his red eyes searching Amon's. Finding nothing he released the boy and started pacing the room
before stopping abruptly and turning again to Amon. "How did you survive?"
Amon looked at the Dark Lord and shook his head. The man then rushed over and grasped his shoulders, "How did you survive?!" He screamed at Amon.
"I don't remember." The boy said calmly.
Voldemort stared at Amon before looking into his eyes. Amon felt a presence in his mind but as soon as it came it went away. The Dark Lord reeled and slapped Amon in the face causing him to crash to the floor. The crazed Dark Lord was on him in a second
his hands at Amon's throat. "Let Me In" He hissed.
Amon gasped for breath, he could feel his heart slow. His vision started to cloud but then the pressure was off and he gulped in precious air. His head then impacted harshly with the floor again and his vision went black. He felt arms hold him down and
suddenly it felt like his head was on fire as his barriers were ripped apart. Memories flashed in front of his eyes.
He was talking to a small green garden snake at the edge of a cement yard, he glanced over as a large boy at least three years older came over a grabbed the snake. The boy then laughed in Amon's face and crushed the snake in his hand. Amon felt tears come to his eyes and then a white hot rage filled his very being before exploding outward, sending the other boy flying and crashing into the pavement with a sick crunch.
The world spun and he was then looking down at a shoebox filled with various toys and trinkets he had taken from the kids that had teased him. They deserved it, no one was allowed to mess with him, NO ONE.
Amon was sitting on a bed as a man explained to him that he was a wizard and so was Amon. Amon asked for proof so the man smiled and the dresser suddenly caught on fire. Amon's eyes widened and then he smiled, "Teach Me."
He was standing in the chamber of secrets, astounded at the magnificence of it all when he heard a voice behind him. He turned to see an impossibly large snake. "What are you?" he asked. The voice chuckled, "There hasn't been a speaker since my master was here. I, my young master am a basilisk."
Amon stood tall in front of his followers taking in their fear and adoration of him. He was power. He was destruction. He was immortal.
His heart raced as one of his newer servants told him of a prophecy about a child born at the end of july. A child that would be his destruction. He barely heard the man beg him to spare the mother, his mind already formulating the attack plan for October 31st.
"Step aside woman"
"No please not Harry please" The woman begged. Amon was sickened, this was the woman that Severus wanted so dearly to be saved? Pathetic. He disposed of the woman with a swift Avada Kedavra before turning to the babe standing in his crib, watching silently with his killing curse green eyes.
"It is unfortunate that one so powerful has to be wasted. But this is the way it has to be." Amon shot the killing curse at the boy and his eyes widened as the curse rebounded and came flying back at him.
An intense pain screamed through his body, it felt as if he were being doused in acid as he felt his soul rip itself apart.
He was then standing in a familiar cupboard, his cousin jumping up and down on the stairs above him causing dust and spiders to fall on Amon's head.
Amon gasped as he felt a wave of power run through him as he grasped the holly and phoenix feather wand.
He looked up in awe at the castle looming overhead. Finally he could have somewhere he belonged. He smiled as he heard Ron gasp.
Memories flashed rapidly, Amon confronted Quirrel in front of the Mirror of Erised, he fought the basilisk in the chamber of secrets, he found his godfather and fought a werewolf, he won the triwizard tournament and witnissed the Dark Lord's revival, He screamed as Sirius fell through the veil, and he sat through the mockery of a trial that had ruined his life.
Amon watched as one Ministry employee after another brought forward false evidence and information against him. Dumbledore shook his head sadly as someone brought up Amon's wand and did a diagnostic spell in front of the court showing that Amon did indeed cast the cruciatis curse. Amon shook in rage as everyone he thought were his friends testified against him, saying that they had always known he was dark and that sometimes they were sure he was a follower of the Dark Lord himself. Only Luna and Neville testified for him stating that they saw Bellatrix send Sirius through the veil not Harry. It wasn't enough though. Harry James Potter was charged with murder and the use of an unforgivable and sentenced to death by dementor.
Amon was solemn as he walked down the aisle, throngs of ministry officials dressed in black flanked either side of him, their eyes boring holes into his head. A dementor stood at the end of the aisle, waiting just for him. The wind screamed through the cold ocean air as Harry Potter died.
Then someone else woke up. Amon's eyes darted around the cold steel box he found himself in. His breath quickened and he started banging on the walls. Muffled voices echoed all around him and he closed his eyes as he was brought into the bright light.
"He-He's alive!" a voice exclaimed.
"But that's impossible! I checked myself and he was dead, I even did an autopsy like the Chief Warlock asked, there's no way he can still be alive!" Another voice stated.
At the word autopsy he looked down and saw stitches crisscrossing across his pale chest in a Y shape. Then he screamed.
The two men covered their ears before one grabbed his wand and hit Amon with a blue spell causing his vision to go black. Before he passed out though he heard a voice say, "No one else can know about this."
He awoke in a cold stone cell, nothing in the room except a cot and a crack on the ceiling.
Amon gasped as he was roughly brought back into the reality. The Dark Lord was sitting on the floor across from him panting and looking at Amon in shock.
"You're not Harry Potter."
Amon's eyes widened but he swallowed as he had already heard it before, "Then, who am I?"
The Dark Lord stood up and looked down at Amon, "I think you know the answer to that."
Amon looked down at his hands before clenching them into fists, " I am Tom Marvolo Riddle, The Dark Lord Voldemort." Amon stood up and looked at the Dark Lord who was staring down at him, "I am you and you are me. We are one and the same."
The Dark Lord smiled and placed his hand on Amon's shoulder, "Amon I expect great things from you, now more than ever. We will discuss with Severus this spirit debility, although I have an idea of what the cause is."
Amon looked up into Voldemorts bright red eyes that stared intently at him with a hint of madness, "Now that I know that you can never betray me I am sure that with you by my side we are invincible, immortal even. No one will stop us, the wizarding world
is in our grasp."
Amon watched in silence as the insane man raved on, he was disgusted at how degraded he had become. He was the Dark Lord Voldemort, the greatest wizard in history not some raving madman on the streets. The time was coming where the world would once again
know the wrath of the TRUE dark lord.