Anything from the Harry Potter Universe belongs to JKR. Other than that, I made it all up. Angst/Anxiety/Drama. AU. Enjoy.
Rated M for language and situations.
Previously on A Riddle With Another Name 12: Repercussions
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It was very late Thursday night or very early Friday morning depending how one looked at it. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk finishing up a one way conversation with Fawkes.
"Well my trusty friend. That is that. I think the Glover family is satisfied. Some a bit more than others."
Daniel and Samantha had received the two letters which they had shared with Zaria. Dumbledore had received a reply from Daniel thanking him for the update noting they were thrilled Zach was okay. Daniel also asked him to pass on a message to Zach that he would be ordering a pair of Quidditch gloves.
Dumbledore had also received a separate reply from Samantha which simply said:
Once is enough professor. Take care of my brother.
Even though it was a serious matter, Dumbledore smiled at Zaria's cheek. The young witch doted on her brother. If anything else untoward happened to Zach, he imagined there wasn't anything that would keep Zaria from the Hogwarts gates.
With the family matters settled, Dumbledore turned his attention to the attack itself and all the memories he had collected. He might have given the impression he was collecting only those memories from a specific spot in time, when in reality, he had culled all Zach's memories from the moment he stepped foot into the odd corridor. He had pulled Jackson aside to collect certain memories from him as well. Dumbledore had all he needed.
Pulling out his large Pensieve and two separate bottles of memories, Dumbledore took a deep breath. He was ready to catch a coward in action.
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A Riddle With Another Name 13: Memories Unbottled
Dumbledore dumped the first bottle of memories into the Pensieve and without hesitation, pushed his face into the liquid.
The memories began to play.
Zach was hurrying down the corridor with a determined look on his face not looking left or right. Suddenly, halfway down the corridor some invisible entity grabbed Zach pulling him down to the floor. Dumbledore listened as the culprit shouted Obscuro, Incarcerous, Silencio in quick succession.
Zach who went down like a sack of potatoes didn't even have a chance to resist.
The next portion of memory came into view.
Dumbledore listened closely as the perpetrator who seemed to be in a frenzy began ranting to himself. "Now what? Now fucking what? I'm not Tom. I don't want to kill anyone."
Then, all Dumbledore could hear were the footsteps of Zach's attacker as he seemed to be pacing back and forth, and up and down the creaky floor until the filthy blighter shouted Sectumsempra.
That was it. The memories wouldn't have shown anything else as Zach was silenced, blinded, immobile and bleeding.
Dumbledore lifted his head from the liquid then quickly put it back in. The first time he had been looking for clues. This time he was looking for evidence.
And there it was.
The one thing that had come from viewing the memories was identification. He would check Jackson's memories, but the voice and the weak Disillusionment Charm had allowed Dumbledore to see and hear what needed to be seen and heard. At the moment, he was ninety nine percent sure pale blond Abraxas Malfoy was the student who had attacked Zach. Why? That was something he would find out before the day was over.
Returning Zach's set of memories to the bottle, Dumbledore poured Jackson's memories into the Pensieve. He had culled the memories just right. As soon as his face was in the Pensieve, Dumbledore saw what Jackson had seen. The top of the head of a wizard with straight, white, blonde hair passing by on the run. The charm had been pulled back up so quickly it was no wonder Jackson hadn't been sure of what he'd seen, but Dumbledore was sure. One hundred percent sure.
As Dumbledore removed the memories and placed them back in the proper jar, he spoke to Fawkes as if speaking to a colleague. "I'll need to put these memories away for safekeeping. They are evidence of a heinous crime and will be used to support the recommendations I intend to make to Headmaster Dippet. Thank Merlin the unfortunate idiot is an idiot who talks out loud when under stress and can't cast a decent concealing spell. In this case old friend, it was an easy task to uncover the culprit."
Dumbledore didn't care that it was after midnight. He had a message to send. He addressed the envelope to Tom Riddle, Head of Slytherin House.
Mr. Riddle:
I have business with one of your House members. Have Abraxas Malfoy report to my office today before he goes to lunch. I expect him at my doors no later than noon. Advise him he should be punctual.
I'm addressing this message to you as I know you like to be on top of the comings and goings of your special group.
If Mr. Malfoy is not at my office doors by noon, I will address him directly in The Great Hall, and no one wants that.
Albus Dumbledore
Transfiguration Professor
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
With envelope in hand, Dumbledore turned into apparition landing outside the doors of the Slytherin Common Room. With a snap of his fingers, Dumbledore cloaked himself, entered the common room then headed directly to the private rooms of the vile Mr. Riddle. Not usually one to invade the privacy of his students, for this, Dumbledore made an exception. He left the envelope propped up next to Tom's wand where it could not be missed. Then, with a soft snap of his fingers, Dumbledore disappeared from Tom's quarters to appear back in his own rooms in seconds.
Fawkes began flapping his wings as soon as Dumbledore appeared. "Remain calm Fawkes. The first step has been taken. We will right this wrong. I am going to make a quick trip to the men's then get my weary bottom into bed. I have an early meeting."
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The first thing Tom Riddle noticed when he got up Friday morning was the envelope sitting next to his wand. His first reaction was rage. Rage that some imbecile had dared to enter his rooms while he was sleeping. However, the rage turned to arrogance as he read the letter. "Albus Dumbledore entered my private quarters. I'll have him removed from Hogwarts. I'll report him to the Minister. I'll…." Riddle hesitated. Why did Dumbledore want to see Malfoy? His first thought was Dumbledore had somehow found out it was Malfoy who… Riddle didn't even finish the thought. There wasn't any way the Transfiguration Professor could have found out who attacked the Glover mutt. Then he had another thought. Unless…. Unless something had happened that moron Malfoy hadn't explained. Something that could lead back to him.
Tom Riddle sat on the side of the bed softly cursing at the air. Had he been too quick to Obliviate Malfoy without making sure he had full details of what went on? Had the bloody idiot left something out?
With Dumbledore's letter in hand, Riddle began pacing but stopped short as he realized Dumbledore could interrogate Malfoy all day and into the night but wouldn't get anywhere. He had wiped the memories. Malfoy the dolt wouldn't be able to answer any questions regarding the death or near death of Zachary Glover.
Throwing the letter down on the bed, Riddle strode purposefully to the bathroom. It was time to get his day started. To hell with Albus Dumbledore.
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It was still quite early but as soon as Riddle had finished his morning toilet and dressed, he put Dumbledore's letter in his inside pocket then stepped out to the common room to find most of the sixth years waiting for him to make an appearance.
With a bland look on his face, Riddle commented he was hungry and would be taking an early breakfast. Malfoy, Avery, Nott, Mulciber, Lestrange, Dolohov, Black and Rosierall stood without being asked. Their master wanted an early breakfast which meant they did as well.
Tom gave a nod in the general direction of his eight little flunkies before going to stand in front of Malfoy.
"I'd like a word Malfoy. The rest of you get to the Great Hall. I'll be along shortly. Nott. My instructions from last evening still stand."
A still confused Nott answered. "Yes Master."
Avery who had been excluded from the errand the prior evening stood there smarting at the idea his master had relegated him to second place. Even worse, Nott hadn't shared any information. Avery sighed. He knew the repercussions any wizard could expect if they spoke out of turn. Discussing any of the Master's private business was speaking out of turn.
Just as Avery started for the door, Riddle called out to him. "Avery. Wait outside the door. You'll walk with me to the Hall."
Avery took a deep breath. It seemed he wasn't in as much shite as he thought. His Master still wanted him by his side.
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As soon as the room was empty, Riddle stood nose to nose with Malfoy furiously trying to figure out what he'd done wrong.
Pulling Dumbledore's letter out of his pocked, Riddle whipped it across Malfoy's face. "What is it you've done now moron?"
"I've done nothing." Malfoy remarked in a whiny voice doing his best not to rub his stinging face.
"You've done nothing? So, the letter from Albus Dumbledore I hold in my hand asking to speak with you is an invitation for a cozy chat?"
"I'm at a loss Master. I have no idea why Professor Dumbledore wants to speak with me. I've done nothing."
Riddle growled in Malfoy's face so fiercely that bits of spittle landed down the front of Malfoy's robes. "You keep repeating yourself Abraxas. However, this bit of drivel I hold in my hand says otherwise. Professor Dumbledore has requested, no ordered you to appear in his office at 12:00 pm. He stressed the time adding that if you didn't appear, he would address you in the Hall in front of everyone. He is adamant. So tell me again how you've done nothing."
"Master, I…."
Riddle drew his wand and poked Malfoy in the chest. "Do not try to go word for word with me. Have your arse at Dumbledore's office door at 12:00 sharp. Do not approach me with any shite in the presence of others, but I expect full disclosure of what was said in the meeting this evening. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes Master. You've made yourself perfectly clear."
"Good. Now get to breakfast. Malfoy."
Malfoy turned back to face Riddle. "Yes Master?"
"If you've done something you are keeping from me, I'll curse you straight out of Hogwarts. Tell that to your father and uncle."
Malfoy didn't dare respond. Instead he scurried to the door. Tom Riddle didn't make idle threats.
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Avery watched as Malfoy scurried down the dungeon corridor not looking left or right thinking Tom must have said something dire to have Malfoy scurrying around looking like he was about to shite his trousers. Avery wondered if it had anything to do with Malfoy's visit to Tom's rooms.
Avery didn't have the chance to think any further as Tom Riddle stepped into the corridor.
"I'm starving Avery. Let's get to breakfast." Riddle spoke as he and Avery walked down the corridor. "No matter who his father and uncle are, I believe Malfoy might not be in Slytherin House for long. Keep an eye on the blighter. I want to know about anything out of order."
Avery answered softly. "Yes Master."
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Zach, Aiden and Trevor who were up, washed and dressed by 7:00 am sat in the common room waiting patiently for Bert, Jackson and Butters to make their appearance.
The trio didn't have to wait long. Bert, Jackson and Butters entered the common room at 7:15 ready to get to Dumbledore's office.
"Looking good lads. All clean and neat. I think that's a good step forward. Let's hope Professor Dumbledore thinks the same," offered Jackson.
Bert stood by without saying a word.
Butters gave the first order. "As we are traveling as one, there's probably no need to worry. However, I'll impress on you three once again. Do not stray from the path. Do not stop and do not dawdle. If something should happen, Bertie, Jackson or myself will tell you what to do. DO NOTHING ON YOUR OWN. Do you understand?"
Zach, Aiden and Trevor gave each other a quick glance when Butters raised his voice but answered in unison that they understood.
Jackson walked to the door beckoning Zach, Aiden and Trevor. "Let's go. We don't want to keep Professor Dumbledore waiting.
They all filed out the door with Bertie bringing up the rear.
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The rest of Gryffindor House that had begun stirring wondered where their mates from dorm A were off to this early. They didn't wonder long as Fifth Year Summerlin ordered them to get about their business.
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Butters raised his hand to knock on Dumbledore's office door but pulled his hand back when the familiar voice called out for them to enter.
All eyes were drawn to the magnificent Fawkes until Dumbledore stood and waved his wand. Suddenly there were three additional chairs added to the two normally there.
"Good morning wizards. Take a seat where you can."
Once everyone was seated, Dumbledore sat back down. Without preamble, he got right into the matter while glancing in turn at the First Years. "We are here this morning for an express purpose. There has been a breach of rules which led to a student being injured. Because you Zach, Aiden and Trevor, to paraphrase a stand up student, had the rules just about beaten into you. I called you here to share what will happen the next time you choose to ignore the rules."
Bertie smiled down at his feet at Dumbledore repeating his cheeky remark.
Zach, Aiden and Trevor were panic stricken waiting for the professor's next words.
Dumbledore had a stern look on his face but was heartily enjoying the consternation showing on the First Years faces. He planned to put the fear of Merlin into them. "I'll make this short because growing wizards need their breakfast even though it's their fault they are here. If anything of this nature happens in the future, you will no longer be welcome at Hogwarts. I will Owl your parents to explain the situation then have Hagrid put you back onto the boats and stand with you until the Hogwarts Express gets here. After that, you will be free to attend any wizarding school your parents choose. There will never be a time when Headmaster Dippet or myself allow rule breakers to put themselves or other students in jeopardy. From here on out, I suggest all three of you abide by the rules set in front of you."
It wasn't only the First Years that sat frozen. Expulsion. Bertie, Jackson and Butters had expected Professor Dumbledore to take a hard line but this was beyond comprehension, especially directed at the youngest students at Hogwarts, but none of the three disputed their Transfiguration Professor.
Zach timidly raised his hand.
With his head almost resting on his chest, Dumbledore glanced over his glasses at Zach. "What is it Mr. Glover? I'm sure you're not going to offer some pointless apology. We are far past that and I have more to say."
"Sorry sir…. I mean I'll wait until you're finished to speak." Zach mumbled.
Bertie sighed. Jackson sighed. Butters simply shook his head. All three realized that one of the three First Years was probably destined to finish his schooling at Durmstrang or Ilvermorny.
Dumbledore was grinning inside. Zachary Glover had more confidence than any First Year before him. "Well thank you for small favors Mr. Glover. You have heard what will happen if you break any more rules. Now I will tell you your immediate future. None of you will be allowed to participate in Quidditch team tryouts tomorrow. If the team captain sees fit, he can see you next Saturday. You three will serve detention with me after dinner from 6:00-8:00 tonight and tomorrow from 10:00-12:00. I expect punctuality. One more caution. I believe I have everything is well in hand. Zach's injury is not to be discussed with anyone not involved. If it seems as though I have pushed the incident aside, rest assured I haven't. It will be settled and the culprit found. You may speak now Mr. Glover."
Zach was trembling but spoke in a clear, level voice. "I hope you'll reconsider ever expelling Trevor or Aiden. It is me who is guilty of not following rules and getting myself injured. As much as I don't want to be expelled from Hogwarts, I'd gladly go as long as Trevor and Aiden are allowed to remain. That's all I have to say sir."
Fawkes let out a loud, happy sounding squawk as though he'd just heard something he liked.
"Quiet Fawkes. While I commend you for standing up for your classmates Mr. Glover it will be up to each of them to keep their places at Hogwarts."
"Yes sir. However, I wouldn't be much of a mate if I didn't stand up for mates who have stood up for me."
Dumbledore was even more impressed with Zach than he had been but remained stoic. "This meeting is over. I'll see you three at 6:00 pm."
All six of the students stood and left the office single file.
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After the last student cleared the door, Dumbledore cast locking and silencing charms and had a great laugh. Zach Glover would probably grow into a formidable wizard, if he didn't get himself killed.
As if he understood what Dumbledore was thinking, Fawkes let out several soft squawks before settling down to preen his lovely feathers.
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Outside of Dumbledore's office, Zach, Trevor and Aiden were surprised to hear Bertie speak. "Get your arses to breakfast. Lucky for you three I have business tomorrow and will have to put off Quidditch tryouts until next Saturday. Do not be late for Professor Dumbledore's detention."
While Jackson and Butters smirked at each other, Zach, Trevor and Aiden were doing the same. It seemed Mr. Bertie Robbins had come out of his snit.
The group hurriedly fell in behind Bertie. It was breakfast time and they were all starving.
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Seated next to each other with Zach in the middle, the three mates softly discussed what had just happened.
"If any of you plan on breaking rules, let me know in advance because I'm ratting you out to Bertie…. Bert. I do not want to be expelled." Aiden whispered softly.
"We'll be following all rules from now. I don't want to be expelled either." Trevor replied in the same soft whisper.
Zach who had remained silent while his mates were talking offered his opinion. "None of us wants to get expelled, but you're missing the most important parts."
"We are?" Asked Trevor and Aiden in unison.
"Of course you are. What's more important than Bertie...Bert speaking to us again and Quidditch tryouts being put off a week?"
Giving Zach a nudge from both sides, Trevor and Aiden smiled as they tucked into their eggs and sausage.
If all went well, they'd soon be able to address their mentor as Bertie once again.
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Tom Riddle had been happily holding court from the top of the Slytherin table until he looked up to see Zachary Glover walk into the Great Hall. Walk into the Great Hall not carried not limping not crawling. The little mutt even seemed to have a bit of a bounce to his step. Tom Riddle had to physically stop himself from drawing his wand to curse Malfoy. Restraining his hand, didn't mean he could stop his brain from going into overdrive. From what Malfoy explained to him before being Obliviated, he left Glover dying. He had obviously lied. Was Malfoy being called to Dumbledore to answer for the attack? Had he let something slip during the attack? All these things were running rampant through Riddle's head.
By this time, all the members of Riddle's special circle had noticed the stiff posture and ugly look on their master and began shifting in their seats. Something had gone wrong. Just what the thing was none of them could fathom.
Tom glared at Malfoy then stared directly at Zach. It was no wonder Dumbledore wanted to see Malfoy. Somewhere along the line the simpleton had given something away. Riddle was sure of it. So sure of it he growled at Malfoy.
"Get up from that seat and get away from this table A-brax-as."
Malfoy jumped up like he had been scalded. "And go where sir?"
Riddle raised his voice before remembering where he was. "Go to bloody hell for all I care. Just get away from me."
Students from other Houses turned to stare at the Slytherin Head who was just about foaming at the mouth.
Bertie couldn't resist taunting Riddle. "Keep it civil over there Riddle. There are witches at these tables who don't care to hear your vitriol."
Once again, Riddle had to make a conscious effort to keep his wand holstered. Fearing he would lose control in front of the entire Great Hall, he jumped up from the table telling Bertie to get stuffed on the way out of the hall. Riddle moved so quickly he overtook Malfoy who had left the table as instructed.
When Riddle passed by the Gryffindor table, some bit of forgotten memory tried to push forth into Zach's head, but before it could make sense, it was gone. Zach scratched his head before putting a last bit of egg into his mouth.
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Five minutes later, Jackson was telling the First, Second and Third Years to get on their way to class. Zach, Trevor and Aiden jumped up with the others. There was no way they would be traveling the corridors alone. As they passed Bertie, he softly remarked that they better remember the rules. The three answered as one.
"Yes Bert."
Jackson and Butters stood as well. Each wizard gave Bertie a clap on the back. Their mate had let go of some of that ego. Bertie grinned at them both.
"Stop touching me you lumps. Let's go. We don't want to be late for class."
"Yeah. We wouldn't want to get expelled." Added Butters softly.
Bertie gave them both a severe eye roll before walking away.
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Throughout the morning, Dumbledore taught his Transfiguration classes with his mind on the upcoming meeting with Abraxas Malfoy. He planned to take memories from the blond Slytherin, after which, he would deal with whatever came up. If it could be proven that Malfoy and/or Riddle were responsible for the attack on Zach, there would be consequences the likes of which Hogwarts had never seen.
"Professor Dumbledore."
Dumbledore snapped to. "Yes Mary?"
"Thank you for a great class. I think I have the inanimate to animate spell conquered."
"Excellent. Be prepared to show me next class."
"Yes professor. Have a good afternoon."
A quick thought passed through Dumbledore's head regarding Miss Mary Jenkins. Her confidence along with her blooming abilities made her a great match to Zachary Glover. He would keep an eye on them both as they moved up the grades.
Moving his wand around, Dumbledore left the classroom clean and neat before hurrying to his office. It was almost noon. He had a villain to uncover.
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Leaving the Great Hall in a snit, Riddle nearly bowled over the confused Malfoy who didn't know why he had been driven from the lunch table. Tom couldn't be angry about his meeting with Dumbledore. He'd already laid him out in lavender over that. Malfoy ran his finger through his hair as he stood there looking dim. Malfoy stood there for another minute before his eyes wandered to the clock in the Hall.
"Shite!" The swear had slipped out. The time was 11:56. It would take him at least two minutes to get across the courtyard to Dumbledore's office. Taking long strides, Malfoy practically ran to the doors. He was knocking on the Transfiguration Office doors at 11.58.
The familiar, gruff voice replied to the knock. "Enter Mr. Malfoy."
Malfoy opened the door and stepped inside where Dumbledore pointed to a chair facing his desk. Malfoy sat down and immediately began shifting around under the steely, Dumbledore stare. It seemed as though the wizard was trying to read his thoughts. With any other person, it wouldn't matter, but Malfoy knew Dumbledore was versed in many things of which mind reading could be one.
Dumbledore had Malfoy in front of him for a purpose so he wasn't up to coddling the Slytherin gang member. "Sit still Mr. Malfoy. You're not a child who can't control his body movements."
Malfoy sat up straight. He knew his conversation with the professor who disliked him and the rest of his master's soldiers might not be sunshine and roses, but neither did he think it would be contentious from the start. "Yes sir. Sorry sir."
Dumbledore just glared at the wizard he thought responsible for Zach's attack. "You have been called here for a reason which will become clear. Right now, I want you to close your eyes and think about where you were yesterday afternoon starting at 11:00 am."
Malfoy was completely bewildered but did as he'd been told. He closed his eyes and concentrated on Thursday afternoon. He heard something that sounded like a swish then felt a rush of air as though something had passed the side of his head. He remained sitting with his eyes closed for what seemed like an hour until Dumbledore told him to open his eyes.
A quick glance at the desktop clock told Malfoy his eyes had been closed for less than five minutes. He wanted to shift from side to side out of nervousness but didn't want to anger Dumbledore anymore than he was.
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Albus Dumbledore might be presenting a calm face to the wizard sitting in front of him, but inside he was fuming. He had been outfoxed. The time period of Malfoy's day he was interested in was a complete blank. There were solid memories right up to 11:22 and after 11:55. Everything in between was blank. Dumbledore was a brilliant wizard who immediately knew what had happened. Someone had wiped Malfoy's memories from that time period. Interrogating Malfoy wouldn't do any good as he no longer had any recollection of what had transpired during that particular time. Whatever had happened was gone.
Dumbledore knew Tom Riddle could cast an Obliviate which only served to confirm his suspicions. The dolt Malfoy may have done the attack on Zach but it was Tom Riddle who was instrumental in setting up the foul deed. With a quick wave of his hand, Dumbledore put Malfoy into a sleep.
Moving quickly, Dumbledore began talking to himself. "Tom Riddle might think he's smart but he'll never be as smart as me. Obliviate is a spell that normally cannot be reversed, however, Albus Dumbledore can do many things that cannot normally be done."
Placing his wand at Malfoy's temple, Dumbledore mumbled a few words which sectioned off the specific time slot. Then, with a spiral movement and two right twists, he transferred Zach's and Jackson's memories along with memories of his own into Malfoy's head calling out a spell that would seamlessly attach all three memories.
The job had been done to the best of his ability. Using his memories of what he surmised had happened, Dumbledore had implanted the anchor to which the other memories would adhere.
When Dumbledore stepped back, he waved his hand one more time and stepped back. Malfoy woke and immediately began looking around trying to get his bearings. Then he remembered he was in Dumbledore's office getting a telling off, for what he still didn't know, but Dumbledore reminded him.
"That didn't work quite right. Please close your eyes and concentrate. Bring forth the memories of the time I previously stated.
Malfoy strained to do as Dumbledore asked.
/*/
Once Malfoy settled, Dumbledore culled the memories. This time, a lovely stream of cottony fiber twisted itself around his wand. He had secured memories. What they entailed, or how they had meshed together remained to be seen. Quickly dropping the memories into his large Pensieve, Dumbledore watched letting out a series of soft sighs. To some extent, his sleight of hand had worked. He could now put Malfoy in the odd corridor as well as the room where Zach was attacked, but he couldn't connect Tom Riddle in any way.
Dumbledore sat down in his desk chair. He had triumphed yet he had failed. He had Malfoy dead to rights, but the slippery Tom Riddle had gotten away clean. After pondering for several minutes, Dumbledore made a decision. He would deal out the harshest punishment possible to Malfoy then punish Riddle and the rest of his toadies as well. Waving his hand yet again, he woke Malfoy. This time, Dumbledore had some strong words for the unsuspecting student.
"I have in my hand evidence you are the person who attacked Zachary Glover in the odd corridor yesterday between 11:22 and 11:55. The attack was heinous and unprovoked. I intend to set the harshest possible punishment. However, before we get to that, I'll have to notify the Headmaster and your Head of House as well. Until then, you will be detained."
As Dumbledore restrained him with a spell, Malfoy went into full panic mode. Not only because he was being detained, or the Headmaster and Tom would be notified, but because he did remember attacking Glover but had no idea why.
/*/
While Malfoy was panicking, Dumbledore was sending out messages to Headmaster Dippet and Tom Riddle requesting an immediate meeting in the Headmaster's Office on a matter of extreme urgency.
Dumbledore began tapping his fingers on the desk. "I think before this day is over, you will regret attacking an innocent First Year. Now we wait for a response."
The response from Headmaster Dippet was almost immediate. He and Malfoy should come to his office immediately.
"Time to go Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore remarked as he released Malfoy from the restraining charm. "Stand up. Let's go see if the glib Mr. Riddle can get you out of this."