C9 Unveiled
Quirrell entered his office followed by what could only be described as a distortion of reality, this was not a perfect invisibility, but rather some kind of illusion that distorted the light around him in strange ways; Voldemort smiled feeling superior to whom he supposed was a reincarnated ancient wizard... He, Lord Voldemort, more than anyone, had been interested in the mysterious baby that appeared one day in his mansion after a... Crazy night...
Although he did not remember more than fragments of that night he had made his assumptions, about the girl who had been registered as Tanya Smith in the orphanage, he followed her first months of life in a somewhat indirect way, he did not know exactly why, but it was motivated by a strange feeling inside his being, that feeling so strange and unfamiliar that he felt warm and comforting as he watched the girl slowly grow up, unfortunately, he had lost contact with the girl since his... Defeat; though he would prefer to call it, that journey of a setback that left him on the verge of death rather than a defeat in itself. Until this morning when he felt that strange warm feeling in his chest again looking at the girl through Quirrell's eyes in class that morning, he had lost all contact with the anomaly.
Lord Voldemort had felt immortal with his horrocruxes, but having received confirmation that someone had somehow managed to reincarnate... it was insulting but also piqued his curiosity in so many ways. How did they reincarnate her that night so many years before? Did they somehow use a Horcrux of that wizard along with a ritual he was unaware of while everyone was drunk at the Malfoy mansion?
As crazy as it sounded, it was the most coherent of all the conclusions Voldemort had ever drawn: that they had somehow found a Horcrux, or had discovered that a relic in Malfoy Manor was a Horcrux and that, through some ritual they had brought the girl back to life...
On the other hand, among his wildest assumptions were that somehow... He, or one of his followers, had given birth to her... What other way could he explain that he would feel her as a kind of descendant, something familiar to an instinctual level... as a kind of "Daughter "?
Quirrell sat behind his desk and watched the blonde girl make herself comfortable in the office.
Voldemort admired her through the eyes of his minion for a few moments as he thought, "However if there is no Horrocrux, what happened then? " Voldemort immediately ruled out that she had materialized out of midair, no, someone who reincarnates… She had probably decided to reincarnate in the midst of a large group of powerful dark wizards… Or she… A shiver ran through his mind again as he thought that there was no need to go back to being a baby unless you want to have a mother, for a moment Voldemort was reminded of those parasitic creatures in the region of Germany that would change human babies with their young... Creatures that made you think they were part of your family... family... at that time Tom thought for a few moments about his mother before he shook the thought from his mind.
Voldemort mentally sighed, he could theorize and theorize, but unless she gave him more information he would amount to nothing, and while he could just get inside her head and get the answer, he was reluctant to risk to anger this ancient witch, even if they didn't get right into a duel of ancient dark magic vs. modern magic there was always the possibility that the girl would simply reveal her secret to Dumbledore, Voldemort felt somewhat reassured that the girl did not suspect he was Voldemort, but that she could tell that there were two souls in Quirrell's body, was of new, more strange magic to him.
"You said you want to make a contract?" Quirrell asked curiously.
Tanya who settled into the chair nodded slowly.
"A magical contract, I imagine you will have material with you."
Quirrell raised an eyebrow.
"Why would I have that in my office?"
"Don't you have then?"
Tanya looked at Quirrell dryly, there was something arrogant in her eyes that bothered the man's ego a bit "You're just a stupid brat, don't you know who you're talking to? " Voldemort replied in Quirrell's mind. "No, that witch doesn't know who she's talking to and that's how it must stay." Quirrell sighed to himself. He thought to himself about taking out the materials, but Voldemort disagreed with the decision.
After a second's hesitation, Quirrell asked:
"What would the terms of this contract be?"
Tanya responded instantly.
"Give me a scroll and I'll write you an initial sketch, we can discuss the details in more detail then."
Quirrell lazily obeyed and a few minutes later he was reading a couple of pages with a frown.
"In short, an alliance..."
"A corporate relationship of associates in which one side can openly request the assistance of the other in so-called dark magic or anything related to life after death, coming back to life, restoring a body, separating two people from one body, mental protection, economic aid, etcetera, and the other party must obey to the best of their abilities, in the event that one of the associates demands any of these aids for the other party, they must respond with a favor that the other party considers of equal value, Likewise, the associate contract is maintained between Tanya , Quirrell and Quirrell 's anonymous associate , the contract will not force us to expose the secrets that we do not want to expose, on the other hand we must maintain at least one meeting or communication once a year to validate the contract when one of the associates demands it, the associates cannot be aggressive among themselves or cause damage in any direct or indirect way to the individual, the only way to get out of the agreement is through the voluntary agreement of all the associates, death or death-like effects is not an unbinding event and in the event that one of the parties is unable to fulfill the contract the punishment is the loss of magical ability... In summary."
Quirrell closed his eyes as he rubbed his head, "Open your eyes, I'm reading the document. " Quirrell complied with a dead look. "Take a pen and write these changes to the contract. " With a serene face, Quirrell obeyed Voldemort, in the contract, the only significant change was in the terminology, turning it from a somewhat professional contract to something more mystical.
When he finished he handed the contract back to Tanya, the girl's face serious as she skimmed the document, Quirrell noting Tanya's brows furrow slightly, before she slowly said as if the words were having trouble coming out from her lips.
"I have no problem with these changes."
At that point, Quirrell got some paper and magic ink and Tanya rewrote the contract word for word, a green look on her face every time she wrote an expression like magical confidants, or, blood linked; Voldemort hadn't been amused like this for some time, that face of hidden suffering, oh, how funny, he was pretty sure that someone reincarnated from an ancient time would appreciate esoteric communication much more. And while there were no changes to the contract on the surface, some of the old words had multiple meanings and therefore many more ways to be interpreted.
After each person signed their part of the contract Tanya took it out of the air and raised an eyebrow. "So your body mate's name is Tom Riddle."
Quirrell nodded slowly before changing the subject. "The contract is signed so why don't you start by revealing the secrets of your reincarnation."
Tanya smiled slowly. "I'm going to be direct with you, what worked for me will not work for your friend."
A stupid look crossed Quirrell's face before he narrowed his eyes, yet Tanya didn't relinquish the initiative in the conversation.
"I, on the other hand, am interested in these Unforgivable Curses, Imperio mainly, during this year you will teach me dark magic and protection of the mind, and during this year I will help you carry out the plan you have to return to life.. ." Tanya gave Quirrell a serious look for a few moments.
"As I said, my knowledge won't help you in your current condition, but seeing how you sneaked into Hogwarts I'm sure you already had a plan beforehand, so... tell me, what is our plan?"
POV Tanya
The castle at night has an ominous feeling, but it's a calm feeling at the same time, that's something I could normally appreciate and it would be a good help to calm the mind, but when you're talking to an unknown dark wizard who infiltrated the school and has someone living inside their heads... Well, these are the kinds of details that you tend to overlook. Walking through the halls with an optical distortion spell on me, I stood facing a large door in the east hallway of the third floor and put my ear to the door, a heavy breathing sound confirming Quirrell's words.
Apparently, there was an item being guarded by a large dog behind this door... An item that apparently helped Quirrell with his condition. I gave the lock a little touch with my wand, feeling the internal structure of the mechanism through magical resonance and after opening the lock, look inside... At that gigantic three-headed black dog... And I closed the door after verifying that the dog was sitting on a trap door in the ground.
A headache building as I thought about how the hell I was going to do this...
Wearily I began to probe the surroundings with magical detection, looking for where that trapdoor could lead... but aside from learning that the trapdoor was located deep inside the castle to a place I could not reach I found nothing, however, I quickly traced a path. I plan to blow up one of the walls of a secret passage to create a hole that would lead me directly to where the trapdoor was supposed to lead.
An explosion would probably be too noticeable, so we would have little time to deal with whatever is behind, a slower approach, aided by a couple of illusory walls, could hide my progress towards the depths...
After drawing up a plan in my mind, I wandered through the corridors of the castle trying to put everything in order in my head when suddenly... I felt a hand rest on my shoulder...
I froze in place for a split second when suddenly.
"WHAAAAA!"
Peevers, that annoying ghostly hideous thing yelled in my ear.
"HAHAHAHAHA! STUPID NAUGHTY GIRL PLAYING TO BE A GHOST I GOT YOU!"
I quickly rub my ears and unsheathed my wand, throwing a curse at him that passed through the ghost without doing anything.
He started taunting me, sticking out his tongue and making a lot of noise, I tried another curse that didn't make him go before rushing away from the place when I heard footsteps approaching.
Clicking my tongue I slipped through the corridors running as far as possible from the janitor. Being caught right now near the third-floor corridor will not be good for my image as an exemplary student.
Noticing that my pursuer was quite a bit faster than me, I ducked into an empty room and held my breath as I heard the janitor's footsteps passing on the other side of the door…
Only when I heard the footsteps of the janitor leaving was I able to breathe calmly for a few moments?
I leaned against the wall letting out a sigh that contained all the mental fatigue of this day, damn, how I would love a coffee right now, however just thinking about everything it would take to make Neville make me one now brings me fiscal pain. Cursing my infant body and its need for sleep, I looked up into the room and froze...
In front of me...was Visha in a beautiful floral dress and white hat waving at me, I swallowed, then next to her I saw Weiss approaching with a big and confident smile, several bottles of alcohol in his hands, he was wearing a common and carefree outfit contrary to the usual uniform he used to wear. Soon Koeing, Neumann, and Grantz showed up, and suddenly the whole 203rd was there.
There were no uniforms, and several bottles of alcohol were opened by them, while the flag of the empire flew high.
They seemed to be singing, I couldn't hear them, but that song was sung so many times by them that I recognized it only by the movement of their lips, the imperial anthem; suddenly I realized that there was someone else among them.
A blonde girl at least a couple of heads taller than me and a body that left me speechless, she wore a dress uniform with the rank of general on her shoulders and several medals on her suit.
A small satisfied smile was on her face as she approached the members of the 203, then she was carried up into the air in celebration, her face was happy, full of a happiness I didn't recognize, a sincere smile, a victory smile, tears fell from the girl's eyes and I noticed how tears left my eyes as I walked slowly towards the image.
As I approached, Visha came up to me and gave me a bright smile that melted my heart and brought more tears to my eyes, I tried to hold back my sobs but it seemed like it was not lost to them, my battalion members came closer with sad and awkward smiles on their faces.
I raised my hand to them, but something stopped me halfway, something solid stopped my step.
On the other side, Visha smiled with some sadness, while the rest of my battalion accompanied the sentiment.
A sudden feeling of fury made me clench my fist, as more tears fell from my eyes, anger, guilt, remorse, jealousy, they all swirled in my chest as a suppressed scream threatened to escape my being.
So, Visha placed her hand against the mirror, I looked at it somewhat confused before imitating her act and looking at her face.
That sudden anger I felt turned into longing and sadness as I fell to my knees…
"Being X... Let them rest in peace... " I said between sobs. " If this is another of your tricks it won't work...
Nobody answered me.
"Being X, if you don't stop this nightmare, I swear I will rip your skin off... I will feed you to the pigs... I will..."
I had no energy to raise my head as I felt all my will abandon me... I did not hear the voice of a self-proclaimed god, there was no one around me. There I was: alone in this nightmare, sadness and exhaustion clouding my mind. ..
Then a pair of boots loomed in my line of sight, and I slowly raised my weary eyes.
The blonde girl stood in front of me with a serious face that seemed to judge me with those almost silver-blue eyes that looked at me with such contempt, she didn't say a word and I think that even if she could she wouldn't, she wouldn't yell at me that I was a worm incompetent nor she would tell me to stand up, she only saw me, judging me, her eyes seeing something wretched whose will had been broken and that was no more valuable than a worm, then, and only at that moment did I recognize her, she had my face, she was I who judged myself in the mirror.
My reflection smiled wickedly as if it had noticed my realization.
I slowly wiped away my tears and stood up, my reflection still looking at me with that fierce look from its height a few heads higher and I couldn't help but let out a contemptuous laugh.
With a slightly clearer head, I looked at the members of my battalion who looked at me with pity from the other side of the glass.
"You, why do you have those long faces? You have earned Valhalla in your own right! Go booze crazy while your commander makes sure to prove the self-proclaimed god that he is wrong!
Standing up with more dignity I looked at the strange mirror in front of me and said. "Wait for me on the other side; I still have to fulfill my greatest ambition! Neither god nor death will stop me from this!
Smiles returned to the faces of my battalion as they raised their bottles and flags to the sky.
However, in front of everyone, my reflection only looked at me with that macabre smile on her face from her superior height.
"Why are you looking at me that way Colonel? You never reached the rank of General in life, take off that uniform and bleed out again on the floor of that church like the garbage that left her companions to die that you are!"
Her figure slowly turned into mist as she vanished into thin air, never losing her defiant smile even for a second.
I sighed while a strange warm feeling flooded me and I took a step back, looking closely at that strange mirror that had captivated me.
I look at it from the sides and behind it, on top of it, there was an inscription "Erised ehtt rae houy fotu beca fuoy ton sisiht" I narrowed my eyes, immediately thinking of the Latin so prominent in the magic of this world, however, I did not recognize any of the words based on my knowledge of this language.
I took out my Ebony wand and began to inspect the magic behind this mirror.
Its magic, like the rest of the things in this school, is old and complex, I think there are some runes among his magic circuit that I don't begin to understand nor recognize in the slightest, on the other hand, I notice that there are some new parts in the mirror circuit, like if someone were making changes to it, possibly a professor; as I doubt Quirrell has any interest in this curiosity and I hope, for the sake of my sanity, there isn't another dark wizard hiding at Hogwarts. Although being honest, what are the chances that there isn't another one? Snape is easily a vampire who doesn't make an effort to disguise himself, Quirrell is the most innocent of teachers and an occult dark wizard, Dumbledore ... I doubt this guy is clean of any sin so he's next on my list of likely to be dark wizards. In fact, of all the teachers and staff at the school, it is his mysterious personality that is most likely to be interested in this unorthodox magic that plays with your mind.
This reminds me that I have to get some magic to protect my mind, I got Quirrell to teach me the basics of Imperius and when I have access to some animals I'm going to practice it, this is the curse that interests me the most of the unforgivable curses because well applied is imperceptible to the rest of the people and although I completely despise stealing another person's free will, I appreciate more the power and ability to defend against this curse.
Also, even if I don't use it, knowledge is power, as far as I know, you can't put an Imperius Curse on a person who is already Imperio-spelled and I'm quite curious if it's possible to self-curse myself to prevent other people from cursing me, in the worst case I can curse another person to curse me with Imperius...
Well, if that doesn't make us both a tangle of mindless people, though I have to admit the possibility of a strong-willed person opposing Imperius is a nuisance.
Without a doubt, I have a lot to investigate.
After some time with the mirror, I decided simply to conjure up a sheet of paper and capture the entire magical mechanism of the mirror on it to take care of studying it in detail later.
Taking one last look at my partying battalion, I leave the empty classroom and that strange mirror.
PoV Draco Malfoy
"Ten more reps!"
"Goyle ... Please... I can't feel my arms anymore."
"If you can still talk you can do another ten repetitions!"
I looked pityingly at our roommate as Crabbe and Goyle urged him on for more reps, while I wiped my face with a towel.
When I first joined them a couple of days ago I was the same as him so I can't feel more than compassion for him, however, my respect for these airheads is immense seeing all the training Tanya forces them to go through. She still hasn't gotten to the point of trying to make me her minion and has only recommended that I join her exercise routine, but I can't deny that her influence on Crabbe and Goyle terrifies me sometimes.
Tanya's face if she found out that I'm actually on a daily exercise regimen... That arrogant girl, just I hope you will be surprised by my strength one of these days. Maybe she can shut my mouth, but when I take her wand away, she won't be able to do anything to me!
Smiling at my reflection, I get dressed and leave the bathroom, I peek into our bedroom and see our partner collapsed on the floor while Crabbe and Goyle insult him for being a weakling.
Smiling, I go down to the common room and finish some homework for school, then start to write a letter to my father and put it in my robe.
I look up at the stairs to the girl's dormitories and I notice Tanya not coming down the stairs, I wait a little longer for her to go have breakfast together, but when it becomes clear that she's not going to show up I go ahead with Crabbe and Goyle.
Is somehow strange having my breakfast accompanied by Crabbe and Goyle without Tanya with us, they are looking at the door of the great dining room longingly, like a couple of dogs left behind by their owner.
"E-excuse me." A bit surprised by the timid voice, I looked up and tilted my head confused.
"Longbottom ... What brings you to me?"
The boy hesitates for a moment in my gaze before answering. "Tanya 's coffee is getting cold, do you know where she is?"
I was about to answer, but almost as if it were a summoned demon, a little devil slipped away and stole the cup from the tray that Longbottom was carrying. Tanya then drank the entire contents in a matter of seconds before setting the cup down on Longbottom's tray and saying in a weary tone.
"I'm going to need a lot more..."
She pushed Goyle out of the way and sat down next to me with a horrible, tired face.
"By Merlin's beard, did you finally decide to become a vampire?"
Tanya didn't laugh at my joke and instead gave me a dead look before glancing angrily at Longbottom demandingly. "Neville! I'm waiting for my coffee!"
The boy hurried to his table where I watched him grind more beans and heat some water with his wand.
Tanya sighed tiredly and took out a couple of documents from her backpack.
My eyes widened in surprise when I noticed that it was an incredibly complex magic circuit. I looked from side to side looking for anyone spying on us before I whispered to them under my breath.
"Where the hell did you get this from?"
She smiled tiredly even with dark circles under her eyes.
"Drako, are you going to send a letter to your father? Let me send him a letter of his own along with these plans, I imagine he may know something about them."
I clicked my tongue.
"How the hell do you know I'm going to send a letter to my father?"
Her tired eyes looked at me without wanting to argue.
"Find out for yourself, I need to write a letter about this, you know... there are also other sensitive issues that I need to discuss in secret, is it safe to send information via Owl? In any case, I think I'll ask discreetly in the letter."
I blinked a few more times in a daze.
"Tanya, where did you get this again?"
She laughed, as she put back the documents.
"Drako, what does your heart desire most?"
I looked into her tired but trusting eyes for a moment before looking away and saying. "I'm not sure."
She looked at me as if judging whether I was lying or telling the truth before wearily rolling her eyes and yelling across the great hall with a spell-worthy volume: "Neville! Where is my coffee?!"
I put a hand to my head and closed my eyes for a moment, watching through my fingers as Professor McGonagall stood up from the teacher's table, while the Slytherin table laughed at the top of their lungs watching Longbottom rush to the table with a tray in the hands.
I covered my eyes again wondering if I had enough time to change seats.
McGonagall's footsteps barely hidden among the laughter of the Slytherins made me sigh tiredly.
Under the table, I stomped on Tanya who had just received her coffee from Longbottom.
McGonagall's footsteps getting closer and closer as the laughter from my companions slowly faded from her direction.
I looked blankly at how Tanya was unaware of McGonagall's presence as she enjoyed Longbottom's coffee with a sincere smile, I almost felt bad for the stomp I gave her... almost...
Propaganda.
I mean Author's Note.
I'm not sure how much time has passed since the last update... Things of living clear of the world on vacation, anyway the first half of the chapter could be considered the end of the previous chapter.
Today we had:
Voldemort is being scammed by Tanya.
Tanya signs a contract with the Dark Lord.
Tanya figuring out a way around Fluffy (was that his name?)
The Mirror of Erised (reverse of desire) and Tanya dealing with some old traumas.
Tanya copied and sent the Mirror of Erised bases to Lucius Malfoy.
Tanya is being punished by McGonagall offstage XD.
Although to be honest I'm not entirely comfortable with the contract, I'm satisfied enough for now, this is somehow putting Tanya in an antagonistic position just as I wanted; I'm also starting to build Tanya's influence in Slytherin, unfortunately, I think first year Tanya doesn't have much power to store so I think we'll skip to Halloween in the next chapter before Tanya's first Quidditch match.
In another order of things... Voldemort Will he get the philosopher's stone with the help of Tanya? What would happen if Voldemort revived in the first year?...
Like I always said, even though I have a sketchy plan for the story I was inspired by comments and other stories so I may incorporate some ideas.
Speaking of other stories I saw that someone said that Imperium cannot be used on oneself, which sounds logical, but I read a fanfiction where Voldemort took the body of Harry (One of my all times favorites fanfics), and in it, he said that part of the reason why Voldemort lacked morals it was because he was addicted to applying the Imperius curse to himself and I must admit, the idea of turning Tanya to a magic addict... It tempts me...
Those who made it this far know that my writing style is a combination of seriousness and comedy, so don't doubt that if I'm able to make X a slightly decent being, I'm capable of anything... except turning Tanya into a communist ( maybe ...( Wait, wouldn't that be a fantastic idea for gruesome and funny fanfic?))
Anyway in one last comment, in fact, the encounter with the Mirror of Erised was planned and slightly announced in chapter 4 when Tanya enters the great hall and is surprised by the magical ceiling, right after I mention the communists doing finance.
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