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A.N. So this chapter isn't entirely what I had in mind for it originally, but I like it enough and I promise it will get better; this chapter is told from 3 POV's
Warning: Characters may be a bit OOC
Thought
"Parseltongue"
"conversation"
Chapter 1
Violet's pov
I open my eyes to see the ever familiar ceiling of the Hogwarts hospital wing. Well that's fantastic, thanks Death ever so much for sending me here. Well at least I know where I am and if I remember correctly, here I'm not the Girl-who-lived. Before I can get up my vision begins to blur and I'm met by darkness. When I next wake I can't bring my eyes to open but hear the sound of whispers.
"Looks like she's a fan of yours."
"A fan, guys drawing the scar on would be creepy but carving into her skin like that can't be anything short of obsessive and dangerous, it's bad for you and her for obsession to span this far." That voice sounds vaguely familiar, where have I heard it before?
"Or maybe she's a part of some rebel group and they mark their members to show support of our Chosen One through carving his scar onto themselves."
"That's still creepy."
"Perhaps but think about it this way my no matter the case we know she doesn't support Grindelwald."
"And what are you three doing here?" Now I know that voice anywhere no matter how groggy my brain is!
"Sorry professor Snape, our curiosity got the better of us, we made Tom bring us to see her." Please tell me that whoever this Tom is, that it is not Tom Riddle.
"I expected better from my Slytherins. "
"Yes professor, sorry, when do you think she'll wake up, it's creepy isn't it that she would scar herself like that."
"There are many people in the world that do things without explanation; your best bet would be that she is insane."
"You know maybe this is Aphrodite's way of making sure we're perfectly clear with the fact that she sent this girl for the boy-who-gets-too-much-as-is."
"I told you I didn't pray to any gods or goddesses for a girl to materialize in my lap Serpens, honestly what's wrong with you?"
"Come along boys, you've no business being in here, and I am confident Dumbledore will be lurking around in here all too soon."
"Yes sir."
"Potter, what are you two doing in here?!"
"Sorry uncle Sev, we were just curious, and Rosie wanted to come see her."
"Me, coming to the infirmary was your idea Hadrian!"
"Out all of you, or I will take points." The sound of feet running from the infirmary is all that I hear before I'm again greeted by darkness.
When I wake next it's the middle of the night, much like in my second year, Madam Pomfrey is speaking with Dumbledore. Quietly I pretend to sleep.
"Have there been any signs of the girl waking?"
"She's no closer to being awake now than when she first arrived in the arms of Mr. Riddle, I'm sorry Albus but other than the nutrition potions I can't so much as cast a diagnostic charm to ensure she's not injured."
"Have you tried a physical inspection?"
"I can't touch her unless to give her the potions, whatever magic is at work on her it is old and like nothing I have ever seen before."
"Her magic is guarding her, and taking that job to an extreme then…I suspect that she may belong to him."
"Albus she is just a child!"
"All the more reason I'm afraid for him to use her, she is young and he would use that to his advantage to get her to gain our trust."
"Her magic flares."
"Flares?"
"Yes, I didn't notice at first but it reacts differently with various people, but again also only certain people. When Ron Weasley came in with a broken nose was the first time I noticed it. A soft glow immediately surrounded him and his nose was fixed good as new. It acts positive around some people, and negative around others."
"In what ways?"
"When Pansy Parkinson came in her magic seemed to lash out, like it was trying to protect the girl. The magic acts differently for everyone but it is odd, it seems to react the most positively towards Draco Malfoy, Severus, and none other than Tom Riddle."
"Is it the same positivity?"
"I'm not quite certain yet, nor do I have any idea what it means, do you have any idea?"
"I believe that there is indeed strange old magic about that girl, and this magic is most likely dark in nature." Everything goes dark and silent as I'm again met by oblivion.
Riddle pov
I absolutely hate quidditch tryouts, they are complete waste of time and I can't believe I let them talk me into joining the team second year, and I can't believe Snape made Serpens captain, or that I let him talk me into trying out for another season. I'm not all that good at quidditch anyways.
"Honestly you should just give Tom and Draco their positions on the team and forget everyone else."
"Sorry Daphne, but this isn't about friendship, this is about me having the absolute best starting team, and the best reserve team, that means my team needs 2 keepers, 6 chasers, 4 beaters, and 2 seekers."
"Well we know Draco will probably be at least one of those seekers, Tom obviously will keep on as a chaser and well I'm obviously still keeper."
"Greengrass get on those bleachers or grab a broom in the next two minutes, your choice."
"Yeah, I'll stick to watching, less dangerous for everyone that way."
"Alright you sorry lot of land lovers, today is the first of three days of tryouts, today we eliminate anyone who falls off of their broom at any point in time, as well as we're going through the beaters. Your job for this try out will be to hit the bludgers around without hitting anyone on a broom. Should you shatter a broom and cause the rider to fall off they advance on to tomorrow's tryouts and you go wait in the stands."
"Whatever, try not to show off too much boys." I roll my eyes as I lift off from the ground on my broom, Serpens and Draco immediately follow suit.
"Alright everyone, up to the air, beaters if you would, begin." At Serpens words three bludgers are released for the beaters. I roll my eyes as one of the bludgers is hit towards me, I go up to avoid being hit. Only I didn't account for another bludger hitting the back of my broom the force knocking me off.
The air rushes past my ears I fall to the ground, before slowing myself down with an Arresto Momentum. However I still hit the ground with a thud, and the sound of the crack. Carefully moving to stand up I wince at the searing pain in my wrist…that's not good.
I look around to see Serpens and Draco coming towards me quickly, I roll my eyes as Serpens blows his whistle causing everyone to land their brooms. "Whoever hit that bloody bludger is done, and don't come back. You could have killed my best chaser; he could be out for the entire season! Tom are you okay, I can't believe you fell of your broom, I mean you're Tom Riddle you never fall of the broom, you're not hurt are you?!"
"My wrist hurts a bit, but I think it's just a sprain."
"Mr. Black, do continue the tryouts while I escort Mr. Riddle to the infirmary."
"Professor I'm fine, honestly, it can't be anything more than a minor sprain, easily fixed."
"That remains to be seen."
"Tom just go, you know if he's escorting you to the infirmary it's not a mere sprain." Rolling my eyes I follow Professor Snape to the infirmary, he clears his throat once we're inside drawing Madam Pomfrey's attention away from the unconscious girl I had brought in a few days prior.
"Mr. Riddle seems to have fallen off of his broom during the quidditch tryouts, couple of bludgers destroyed his broom."
"I've only sprained my wrist Madam Pomfrey, it's nothing to be worried over." Madam Pomfrey gives me a stern look, and indicates for me to sit on a bed, sighing I do as indicated and hand her my wrist to look at. As she takes it in her hand and inspects it she begins to tsk.
"A sprain he says, Mr. Riddle I'm afraid you've completely shattered your wrist, we'll have to vanish the bones and regrow them overnight."
"I absolutely hate quidditch."
"It is curious then isn't, that you have played since second year?"
"Entirely against my will professor Dumbledore, Serpens is a lunatic when it comes to the game, it was that or listen to him…I flipped a coin."
"Of course, it is a good way to make the minor decisions." Silently I make my way towards the bed with the girl resting on it, as though she were merely asleep.
"Do you think she'll wake soon professor?"
"Only time will tell Tom my boy, curious isn't it how she appeared out of nowhere and of all places it was to you she appeared. If only we could find a way into her bag, perhaps then we could learn a bit more about her; but so far not even the finest curse breakers at Gringotts can get in."
"Makes one wonder...just what she is hiding."
"Oh don't be so suspicious Sev, I swear every time something goes wrong in your day you think Hadrian and Rosie are behind it." As Professor Snape turns his attention to Professor Potter I move closer to the strange girl I brought into the infirmary just six days ago.
To say that had been an interesting day would be an understatement, it is odd that this girl with a scar to match my own appeared out of nowhere and quite literally in my lap while I was trying to read under the tree by the lake shore, trying being the operative word given that my fan club was also present, at a distance thanks to Serpens and Draco but still present.
What happens after I take her to the hospital wing of course? Only a million questions from everyone, particularly the professors and Serpens begging to know which god or goddess I had pleaded with to get in his words, "a super hot chick to literally materialize in your lap?" Draco flat out told him that I had no need to bother with something like that, but one never can disuade Serpens once he's set his mind to something.
"Do you deny your children take after James and the marauders in that aspect." I find myself drifting back into the conversation at hand, to find that I hadn't missed much if any of it.
"You're still their uncle Severus, no matter who they take after."
"All the more reason to...suspect. Riddle what are you doing?" I glance back at Professor Snape and Professor Potter and Dumbledore and smile sheepishly, I normally don't act so careless but something about this girl has me curious. And she looks to be having a nightmare, if her distorted facial expressions and tossing is any indication.
"A nightmare I think, that means she'll be awake soon right?"
"Usually yes."
"VOLDEMORT!" And it's at that shouted breathy word, that the girl shoots up in the bed reaching for a wand not there, her eyes glance around the room landing on all of us. As her eyes widen she begins to hyperventilate, I guess seeing strange people after waking in a strange place would be overwhelming.
As professor Potter offers a bag for hyperventilating Draco Malfoy burst into the room followed by Serpens Black. At the sight of Draco, she seems to immediately relax but looking at Serpens draws the first look of confusion from her.
"It's okay honey, just take deep breaths and relax, you're safe here, you're at Hogwarts, I'm Professor Lily Potter, I teach muggle studies. And this is Serpens Black, my godson who should know better than to barge in here and his friends-," She cuts Professor Potter off here.
"Draconis Malfoy, I know, and he is Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey and…" Her voice trails off as she looks at me, her face hardens and her eyes narrow, she straightens her posture as she looks at me with an emotionless narrowed look…that's odd.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle, son of muggle Tom Riddle, and Merope Gaunt, grandson of Marvolo Gaunt, descendent of Cadmus Peverrel, and heir of Salazar Slytherin."
"I told you she was a rebel."
"Rebel, what are you talking about?"
"Oh don't play dumb, I mean you clearly are a member of some kind of rebel group that supports our beloved boy-who-lived."
"Serpens Black was it," at his nod of confirmation she frowns in contemplation before nodding as though in satisfaction. "Well Serpens I am not a member of a rebel group, I don't have any interest in fighting…who are you fighting?"
Is she serious, but one look at her face that's still glaring daggers at me says that she is very serious, but how could she not know of Grindelwald?
"Our emperor Lord Grindelwald of course, are you daft or is there no brains in that head of yours."
"It wouldn't be the first time a snarky potions professor told me that I am brainless, actually it would be at least the 4,235th time Professor Snape sir, another favorite would be arrogant, fool the list actually goes on awhile. But no I did not know Grindelwald was still around."
"Doesn't know about Grindelwald, came out of nowhere, well since my rebel theory is shot that leaves only one explanation. So Tom was it Aphrodite you prayed to, I mean seriously, I need to know who I need to pray to. I mean while you and I are both good looking and don't need the help of Aphrodite or whoever, I can't deny that your praying clearly worked. This is the girl-who-is-way-too-hot-to-not-be-a-gift-from-Aphrodite."
"Mr. Black, please do try to restrain yourself."
"Ignore Serpens, he has this tendency to flirt with anything that has a pulse, actually more like anything considered living, including plants and trees."
"Hey don't scare the gift from Aphrodite away Draco."
"Even if you're crazy irrational theory were right, which it's not, she'd be a gift for Tom and not you as he is the one that did the nonexistent praying and who's lap she literally materialized in."
"Someone please tell me I'm dreaming, like this is just some crazy nightmare and I'm just exhausted from fighting Voldemort."
"Sorry beautiful but you're most certainly awake and HOT, but better question who or what is Voldemort?" This girl looks at Serpens with wide and surprised eyes, and then she just shakes her head as her shoulders begin to shake with laughter; what's so funny?
"Sorry, it's just that, usually people respond with don't say that name, it's actually kind of weird not to see people freak out upon hearing Voldemort. Madam Pomfrey, could I please get up, I swear I'll be careful."
"Not quite yet dearie, however I do believe it's time for the rest of you to leave, there is no need to crowd the poor girl, waking up in a strange place, surrounded by strange people."
"I should like to ask her a few questions."
"Albus, not right now; you can wait until she's been discharged or you'll be taking a trip to St. Mungo's yourself." I've never once heard Madam Pomfrey actually make a threat of that magnitude towards anyone before.
"Hold on, Tom should get to stay, she is his gift, and as his best friends Draco and I clearly must remain with him."
"Serpens if you do not get out of here, I will call your mother." Serpens' face pales considerably as he high-tails it out of the room. Professor Potter just laughs a smile on her face, "works every time. Come along boys, let's leave Madam Pomfrey to work and our new guest to rest."
"If I recall correctly, do you not have quidditch tryouts you are supposed to be overseeing, Professor Snape?"
"Well I had left the captain in charge just like Minerva does, but now I find myself wondering why it was my captain was just in here. I shall have to go down to the pitch to make sure they are not in any trouble."
"Excellent, now I believe that Miss?"
"Evanston, Violet Evanston."
"Splendid, I believe Miss Evanston should join the students of Hogwarts so if you would Professor McGonagall if you would please collect the sorting hat, I'd like to have a little chat with our new guest."
Violet Pov
As soon as the infirmary is clear of anyone besides myself, Dumbledore, Pomfrey and Riddle, Dumbledore cast a silencing charm around us, while Madam Pomfrey sets to work on healing Riddle's apparently injured wrist. I hope he has to regrow his bones…it would serve him right.
"Now Miss Evanston, if you would please answer my questions honestly and to the best of your ability then we shall get done here all the more quickly and be on our way."
"I will answer what I can."
"That is all that I ask." No it's not, but I'm not stupid, I suppose now would be as good of a time as any to practice my occlumency skills against someone who doesn't have a direct link to my mind, and isn't trying to attack my brain. "Now where are you from Miss Evanston?"
"London originally but I attended school at Beaubaxtons, my parents both were murdered when I was a baby, so I really never knew them, I was mostly raised by my muggle aunt and uncle at least up until I started my schooling in France. After that, I lived mostly there, my birthday is the 31st of July and I am seventeen years old, and in my seventh year of schooling. I was taking NEWT level Potions, Transfigurations, Charms, Defense, and Herbology."
I feel just the slightest nudge at my occlumency walls before I see false memories coming to the front of my mind, that's not normal.
'Don't forget Runes and arithmancy, sorry kid but I figured it would be beneficial, I even made all the proper adjustments to your transcript and everything, and I've already transferred all the knowledge to you. And for now I'll cover your occlumency, and you can get lessons on the subject later."
"Just the five classes?"
"As well as ancient runes and arithmancy, that is, if there would be room to fit them within my time table, I don't exactly know how classes are set up here, but I want those five most definitely. I would like to be an auror after I'm done with my schooling."
"Not many wish to be in law enforcement for Grindelwald."
"Well it's that or healing, I'm not sure which education I'll need more, I find that with me it can roll either way."
"I see, and how exactly was it that you came to be at Hogwarts?"
'Tell him that you were with your friend Thanatos, he was discussing sending you away for safety reasons. You didn't understand, but all of a sudden you felt faint and next thing you know…well you get it."
"I'm not sure how I got here, the last thing I remember before waking up here was being back in my room in France with my friend Thanatos, he said it was getting to dangerous and he wanted me to be sent away, I didn't want to go. I said I would rather be left alone in a prison cell than leave, and then I felt faint, my vision blurred and everything went dark, and I woke up here."
"And do you work for this Thanatos?"
"Not that I know of no."
"Not that you know of?"
"Well he's a pretty manipulative guy you see, but honestly I would rather say he works for me, but the truth of the matter is I don't think either of us works for the other. It's more of a he keeps me alive and I keep him entertained sort of deal."
"I see, do you have any idea how he would have gotten you to Hogwarts?"
"Thanatos? I have no clue, he and I aren't exactly the closest of friends, just acquainted you might say."
"I see, well I suppose for now you can take the seventh year classes, and when you are ready to tell me, you may." As professor Dumbledore moves to walk away taking down the silencing charm, McGonagall enters with the sorting hat.
"Professor Dumbledore, I really wish that I could tell you everything, but I can't."
"Minerva if you would?" She looks between us curiously, a glance across the room shows Riddle sitting there with narrowed eyes, clearly not happy about having to be stuck in the hospital, serves him right, after all I probably couldn't count how many times I ended up in the hospital wing over the years due to Voldemort.
As the sorting hat is placed on my head madam Pomfrey seems to halt her buzzing around the hospital wing, I suppose that there isn't much else to be done. "You can say whatever you want out loud, I have no secrets to hide."
"Oh you definitely have the heart of a true Gryffindor, this is something you have proven time and time again. And the loyalty and caring, the compassion of a true Hufflepuff. Then there it is, you have the potential to be as smart as any Ravenclaw, if you were to apply yourself properly…do not be afraid to be better than others."
"Yeah, just throw me in Gryffindor already."
"There is no doubt in my mind you would do well in-"
"Don't say it, don't you dare say it. They'd kill me, I can't do it, I don't want to die."
"Oh they won't kill you, there is only one place for you and that's in-"
"You're going to do this no matter what I say you're going to place me there aren't you?"
"Oh you've figured me out. You could be great, and there isn't any other place to put you than-"
"I won't fit."
"You will and you know it."
"Please don't do this."
"You know my choice."
"I can't promise I won't kill him."
"But you won't."
"How do you know?"
"Because you don't want to, you feel that you deserved to be there. Your friend Thanatos gave it back you know."
"Gave what back?"
"The secret behind your scar."
"I didn't it want back."
"And yet you don't seem that upset."
"Who am I to argue?"
"Most anyone else would."
"When have I ever been anyone else?"
"Just embrace who you are."
"I won't do it."
"And why not, what are you afraid of?"
"Please just don't send me there; I won't be able to do it."
"You can and you know it, there is only one place for you and that is in Slytherin." At the hat's decision I take it off of my head and hand it to McGonagall, refusing to look at anyone else.
"Madam Pomfrey may I please leave now?"
"I'm sorry dear but you need to spend at least one more night here."
"Fine, then could you please get them out, I need to just be alone right now." Madam Pomfrey nods and shoos Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall out, but that doesn't mean that I'm not still stuck in a room with Riddle, Madam Pomfrey moves to shut the privacy curtains, I watch silently as she does.
Once I'm alone I reach into the bag next to me and begin digging around until I find my wand to cast a silencing charm.
Draco pov
I watch silently as Serpens scribbles out name after name from his try out list, this will most definitely be interesting. "Draco, we can't do this, all these people trying out for seeker tried out last year, they all suck I don't think any of them could play chaser, our quidditch team is doomed this year."
"Let's just take last year's team, and find a few reserves, I mean everyone we had last year can play any position so we can if we need to place ourselves in other positions."
"We're still short a chaser though, and we have to go through the tryouts tomorrow, and there is nobody we can use."
"Mr. Black need I remind you, that should we not win the quidditch cup this year, the Gryffindors shall never let us live it down."
"Professor Snape, we didn't hear you come in, don't worry though, I will build us the best quidditch team and reserve team Hogwarts has ever seen. We will not lose, I refuse to let that happen in any way shape or form."
"Tom will be able to make the tryouts tomorrow right?"
"Mr. Riddle is regrowing his bones, but yes he should be in condition enough to try out for his position on the quidditch team tomorrow."
"Great, in that case I'm off to go motivate him to attend tryouts, don't want him thinking that he can get out of quidditch because he fell off a broom."
"Madam Pomfrey isn't letting anyone in to the infirmary unless they are in need of medical attention."
"Why?"
"Request of our newest Slytherin, she asked Madam Pomfrey to keep people out, and that is precisely she is doing."
"Wait, hot girl got sorted into Slytherin?"
"Miss Evanston was sorted into Slytherin."
"That's brilliant because if she is a gift from Aphrodite specifically for Tom just as I believe, then that means she has to be great at quidditch."
"Tom hates quidditch."
"You're right, she must be for you, I mean you weren't that far away, and I'd sooner believe you were the one praying, it could have simply been a miscalculation of where to materialize her…which means she'll be great at quidditch."
"Only just as Tom I did no praying for anything."
"I'll bet you thirty galleons that she's a seeker; come along Silverfur, we need to go check on our dear Inkcoat."
"And how exactly will be doing that; you heard Professor Snape, injured students only."
"You're right, sacrifices will have to be made. "
"Not happening, Black. You can injure yourself."
"And risk damage to my beauty…surely you jest."
"You're not right in the head…I hope you know that."
"When have I ever been right in the head?"
"You haven't, now how about we go find Hadrian and see if we can't borrow his invisibility cloak, because to be honest I feel that would be a lot less complicated."
"Sure if you want to do things the easy way, we inducted you into the Marauders and everything so you should know that we don't do the easy way."
"Against both mine and Tom's will, besides you have the Potter's to be your partners in crime."
"Well in that case I'll just tell Hadrian and we'll never get our hands on that cloak."
"Dammit Black, we're going to borrow the cloak then we're going to see Riddle and that's that."
"Fine, but since you and Tom don't want her, I get dibs on the gift from Aphrodite." I just roll my eyes, I really need to figure out just how many damn times he was dropped on his head as an infant, if we weren't family; I swear I would kill him.
I groan as Serpens runs off to go find Hadrian to get the invisibility cloak, while he's doing that; I suppose I should just go wait for him outside of the hospital wing. Quietly I walk towards the hospital wing to wait for Serpens, this could be awhile.