The Truth
A harry potter fanfiction
Table of ContentsSummary 1
Chapter 1 1
Chapter 2 4
Chapter 3 6
Chapter 4 8
Chapter 5 10
Chapter 6 12
SummaryOn Harry Potter's 17th Birthday, he finds out the truth about his family and friends. Along the way, he finds comfort in the people he least expects. This tale of the harry potter series is full of twists and turns that make the fragile boy strong and independent and cautious and loving. Finally, he will find himself between the lies he has been living or to go towards the truth.
As the saying goes, 'the truth will set you free.'
Chapter 1Harry's pov
As the clock struck midnight on my birthday, a pain exploded all over my back, spreading around my body. The pain was too much to handle, so I passed out. When I woke, there was a heavyweight on my back. As I look into the mirror, I see a pair of dark skeletal wings and a dragon-like tail. Suddenly, a fierce owl deposited a letter on my bed; the seal was instantly recognisable. It was from Gringotts. What do the goblins want with me? Slowly I opened the envelope, and two pieces of paper fell out.
Dear Mr Potter
It has become aware that you have come into a creature inheritance. Enclosed in this letter are your birth certificate and your bank statements.
If you have any inquires about any of the information, please use the letter portkey and ask for goblin Ragnook.
Yours sincerely
Griphook
Account manager
P.s the activation word is Riddle.
Curious, I slowly prepared myself for the day, putting my Hogwarts robe on to cover my wings and speaking the password. Suddenly a hook attached itself around my navel, and I landed in the main hall of Gringotts.
As a Gringotts goblin led me into a private room, I kept admiring the medieval weapons on the wall.
"Mr potter if you could place 7 drops of blood on this piece of parchment."
My blood began to change into the ink as I did, forming words that would explain why it is essential that I am here. The parchment was formed into three different pieces; the first was two different birth certificates.
FAKE
Name: Harry James Potter
D. O. B: 31st July 1980
Mother Lilly Rose Potter nee Evans
Father James Charlus Potter
Creature inheritance. N/A
The other said something very different.
REAL
Name Hadrian Salazar Riddle - Gaunt
D. O. B 31st July 1980
Mother James Charlus Riddle - Gaunt
Fathers Tom Marvolo Riddle
Severus Tobias Riddle - Gaunt
Creature inheritance
Royal demon
Royal vampire
Born animagus
The other two told me about what potions I had in my system and what I inherited from my parents.
POTIONS
loyalty potions (Keyed to - Albus Dumbledore, Hermione Granger, Molly Weasley, Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley)
Love potion (Keyed to Ginny Weasley)
Slack on studies (Keyed to Hermione Granger)
Truth potion (Keyed to Albus Dumbledore, Hermione Granger, Molly Weasley, Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley)
Contacts
Marriage contract to Ginny Weasley (illegal) signed by Molly Weasley and Albus Dumbledore
INVALID DUE TO MATES
The last sheet was my vaults with any transactions and any properties I own
10000000G to Albus Dumbledore (monthly out of Potter family vault) (1981)
1000G to Ginny Weasley (every two months out of Potter family vault) (1992)
5000G to Hermione Granger (monthly out of black family vault) (1991)
5000G to Ronald Weasley (monthly out of black family vault) (1991)
8000G to Molly Weasley (monthly out of Gryffindor family vault) (1981)
VAULTS
Potter trust
Potter family
Potter school
Riddle family
Gaunt family
Gaunt school
Snape family
Snape school
Prince family
Prince trust
Prince school
Black family
Black trust
Slytherin family
Ravenclaw family
Gryffindor family
LORD AND HEIR SHIPS
Potter
Riddle
Gaunt
Prince
Black
Hogwarts
PROPERTIES
Black : #12 Grimmuld place
Manor
Beach house (France)
Potter : godrics hollow
Castle
Beach house (Spain)
Snape : spinners end
Prince : manor
Castle (Germany)
Manor (Russia)
Riddle : manor (little hangleton)
Little hangleton
Fuming, I requested that all the blocks be taken off. Stepping into the chamber lit dimly with torches, and in the very centre, there was a rune on the floor. I was instructed to sit in the centre and drink a bubbling lavender potion; as soon as I threw the potion vial away, many goblins walked into the chamber and started to chant. I could feel magic pulling on my body, then there was a defining crack, and the chamber glowed in this golden light as I felt my body change. I grew taller, and muscle formed all over my chest and arms. My hair grew longer and fell in waves to my shoulders. Finally, I hear a ripping sound. I looked back and saw a pair of the darkest black skeletal wing attached to my shoulder blades. As soon as the chanting stopped, I felt my canines get longer and sharper, and two horns grow on my head.
I left Gringotts with a portkey to riddle manor where my father was. In knokturn alley, I slipped into a clothing store where I had a whole new wardrobe made and burned Dudley's hand-me-down. At last, I was dressed in the finest silk suit. I portkeyed to my father's place. The next thing I knew was that at least 100 wands pointed I had interrupted a death eater meeting.
I felt a finger at my chin, forcing me to look into the dark lord's eyes. To my surprise, he looked only ten years older than the diary version and nothing like the snakehead version. A smirk appeared on my face as I saw the faintest trace of recognition on his face "hello father."
Suddenly screams were heard near the doorway, just to the side of father's chair (throne). Everyone's heads turned towards the door, and a very shocked Severus Snape and an extremely weak James potter leaning on Severus for support.
Slowly they walked towards me; I looked down at my feet as I felt strangely small as they walked towards us. Then I feel a hand at my chin, and my facelifted and I stare into the warm hazel eyes of my mum.
"Hadrian?"
"It's me mama."
I feel the flood gates open, and we both collapse onto the floor and start crying heavily. Then, I faintly hear the sounds of apparition.
I felt myself being picked up, still holding on to my mother, tears streaming silently down my face as I clenched them shut and then I was placed on the softest bed I have ever laid on. I was placed next to my mother and felt father or papa lay next to me holding me into their chest, I could not fight the urge to sleep, and I did not feel mother's soft fingers carding through my hair humming to me. Slowly I finally fell asleep surrounded by the people who love me.
The next morning
Once I had woken from a sleep that was not riddled with nightmares, I set off to find the dining room was when I reached the enormous dining room. I saw that my father had taken his place at the head to the table, mother to his right and papa on his left, mother, glanced at the door and seeing me standing there unsure he gestured for me to take a seat next to him, as soon as I sat down mother placed a plate full of rich breakfast foods and told me sternly to eat cause I looked underfeed. After I was finished, mama and papa led me to my father's study. The room was a rich chocolate brown colour with black leather furniture. The looks on my parent's faces had told me what we were here to discuss—my past.
Once I had started, I could not stop; I spilt everything from the Dursely's and how irritating it was to keep the peace between Ron and Hermione. As soon as I had finished, I thought about if the Weasley's and Hermione were my friends or were the money all that they cared for. Papa sensed that I wasn't finished with my tale. I didn't want to tell them about my trip to Gringotts or my creature inheritance. Hence, I slowly handed father the Gringotts papers displaying my fake and real birth certificate, bank transactions, lord and heirships and any other anomalies found in my system. After 5 minutes, I could feel the room temperature drop a few degrees. In the coldest voice my father and pap could manage, they muttered all the ways that they were going to murder no make them suffer, especially the Dursleys.
"Father as much as I love the plan... I already killed them"
I launched into the story with all of my parents grinning at the news of death. I told them about cooking Dudley pie, force-feeding the fatty thing to the stick and whale, and laughing lightly at all the begs for mercy.
±§±§ FLASHBACK±§±§
Today was the day I would escape this torture. I started the best day of my life at 6:30 in the morning. I needed to have breakfast ready by 7. grabbing the bottle of arsenic that would finally end the Dursley's forever. A bit too kind of death but the easiest to escape. By the time Vernon and Dudley had arrived from upstairs with the stick figure of Petunia behind them. The laid-down kitchen table was three full English breakfasts with various drinks to start the day. Little did they know that everything was laced with the small but deadly bottle of arenic. I started on my chores for the day, and I knew they would be as good as dead by lunch. As soon as the clock stricks noon, I could hear three thumps, and I knew that the Dursley's were finally deceased. I slipped through the crack in the fence. As soon as I was through the hole, I was far and fast. Finally, after an hour of running nonstop, I came to a halt in the middle of a dense forest. Finally, I composed myself then slowly walked back to the Dursley house; as soon as I stepped into the house, I forced the tears to flow. I picked up the phone and dialled 999 telling them through tears that my family had collapsed and I couldn't wake them. When the police arrived, the officers took me to my room to pack a few things. I spent the night in the police station and then in a hotel for a few days; once the police had deemed the house safe and I could live there again, it was only four days until my 17th birthday.
§±§± END OF FLASHBACK§±§±
A week has passed since I returned home; I felt like a spoilt child around my mother for a few hours every day; we spend those few hours reading or playing Quidditch. I spent hours with my papa fixing my potions and occlumency skills. With my blocks removed, it has been easier to keep all the things I have learnt appropriately stored; also, I don't have Granger hovering over my shoulder, constantly checking my work and ensuring I don't do better than her at anything other than DADA. During the week, my father and I have been looked up in his office, finalising plans and exercising control over my dominant creatures. In the DE meeting, I will be re-introduced as Prince Hades.
~death eater meeting~
I stood in the shadows behind my fathers' chair; I surveyed everyone in the room most looked confused as to why my father called a meeting ahead of schedule. I noticed that the inner circle had looks of remembrance, anger, sadness and hope as my father told the chamber about the kidnapping of his heir prince and his mate. Once father finished the tale, he spread his arms and welcomed me to the chamber to the whole of his following. Once father had dismissed the outer ring, he led his inner circle to the informal lounge where papa and mother sat waiting in anticipation. Once everyone was seated, I stepped out of the shadows donned in a black cloak and a mask covering the right side of my face. The mask also drew their eyes to my eyes, the vivid Avada Kadavra green attracting their attention. Behind me, I heard the floo chime indicating that someone had entered the manor wondering who could be so late to the meeting when father dismissed papa and me to greet our guests and bring them to the lounge. On the way down to the entrance hall, I smelled cigarettes, whiskey, and old books. The smell had all of my dominant creatures crawl to the surface, trying to reach the smell. Papa noticed that I had a strange look on my face, and I told him that all my creatures were acting up; when I asked what it was, he just smiled fondly and walked on. Finally, we reached the entrance hall, and there stood Draco and his cronies, as well as the rest of the Slytherin 7th years.
As we brought them into the lounge, I could anticipate all of their questions, especially Draco, as he never really learned to censor what he said. Taking a seat next to mother in the lounge, the Slytherins took the leftover seats, and Father grabbed everyone's attention as he started to introduce me personally as Hadrian, not the Dark Prince. When my mask came off my face, I heard many gasps around the room and felt Bellatrix encase me in a hug. After a while of everyone realising that the Prince had finally returned, papa dismissed the other Slytherins and me; I led them to a smaller meeting room, as soon as they all took their place, I informed them about a few of my plans for Hogwarts this coming year, like ruining Dumbledore's reputation, causing the Weasleys the most significant embarrassment of their lives and finally getting the traditions and education system back on track. I gave them a couple of research jobs and dismissed most of them. Next, I asked Draco, The Italian I now know as Blaise and Pansy. I told them that they would be my informants for the other school students. Pansy would be in charge of looking out for the children vulnerable to Dumberldore's horrid influence, Draco would be charged with keeping the house up to standards and gathering any valuable information for the research and Blaise would be in charge of house politics and helping me with the preparations. During this meeting, I found the source of the scent it came from Blaise; I dismissed Draco and Pansy to meet Blaise alone. After a few tense moments, I asked whether he was a creature. He was a siren, a submissive one as well.
±§±§ TIME SKIP ±§±§
it was September 1st, and over the past month, I have been slowly putting my plans in motion and keeping in touch with Blaise. Over this time, I took him on many dates to get comfortable with each other.
I found a compartment that was just behind the teacher's section and was primarily used for the Slytherins; once the train had set off, Blaise, Draco and Pansy joined me in the compartment, we just spent the time on the train talking, laughing like children with one or two occasional visits from Granger and Weasley
Chapter 3When the train arrived, I was separated from Blaise because the idiotic trio decided to get information on me. Granger was standing there looking for a clever retort to make it seem like she would always be in the top spot academically; the male Weasley stood there looking angry that I did not cower at his knees just because he was friends with the boy who lived and finally the Weaslette was looking (staring) at me wishing that she could be on my arm rather than that 'ugly self absorbed boy' - their words not mine. I shut their dreams down as I knew they only wanted to be my 'friend' because I looked like a threat, and they could feel the power rolling off me. Getting on the carriage, I wished I could kill them all now rather than keep them alive, but they need to be alive for my plan to work wonderfully.
I sat at the end of the Hufflepuff table, waiting for my name to be called once the last first year was declared; a Ravenclaw McGonagall cleared her throat to gain the halls attention once more; everyone was confused as the sorting was over. The shock was shown throughout the hall as the name "Hadrian Riddle-Snape" was spoken, most of the whispers was about papa having a son and a family, the best reaction to my sorting was from Headmaster Dumblefuck himself, his fingers clenched around the golden goblet he drank from his eyes tried to breach my occulmency shields, possibly to gather information on father. As McGonagall placed the hat on my head, he(the hat) asked for my shields to be lowered so that he could assess my personality; I was reluctant to lower my shields as Dumbledore could then access my mind. Finally, however, the hat exclaimed that I belonged to Slytherin.
As I strode up to Professor McGonagall, I heard the faintest of whispers encasing the hall; as I stood toe to toe with professor Mcgonagall, I handed her a letter written by my papa stating that I was a transfer student and that I have not been sorted yet, as soon as McGonagall's eyes reached the near ending of the letter her eyebrows raised rapidly Into her forehead, she shakily gave the note to professor Dumbeldore and the other heads of houses thank announced my name "Hadrian Riddle-Snape" after hearing my name was announced into the hall all of the students of all blood classes and the year started to whisper, the volume increasing slightly from before. After a minute or so, Dumbledore silenced the hall and encouraged the hat to be placed on my head. The sorting cap sniggered and groaned. He complained into my head about all of the ranting Dumbledore has been doing in that office of his. I reassured the hat that he would not need to keep listening to the mumbling of a cranky old man soon. Then, feeling relieved, he shouted out that I should be a proclaimed Slytherin. Once Dumbledore had given his usual speech about the items banned, the new staff changes, we all dug into dinner. I sat surrounded by the other heirs in my year that I accumulated friendships over the summer with, and I had Blaise by my side; as we ate, I could feel a pair of eyes burning a hole into my head. I looked up to find Dumbledore looking at me with such intensity. When we had all been dismissed, I heard my papas billowing cloak coming towards me; I stopped in my tracks and groaned, realising that I had to meet with Dumbledore.
Reluctantly I let Blaise and the others leave as papa led me to his circular golden office. As soon as I stepped onto the stairs leading to his office door, I could hear frantic whispers about harry potter, where he is, who is the new guy? is he powerful? and how they could gain control, smiling to myself as they talked, pretending to be their friend would get me closer to their plans. Still, I would not risk the relationships I had just forged. Entering the office, I saw the headmaster sitting sombre and calculating; he invited me to sit and indulge in a lemon drop. Standing around the desk was the Weasleys, specifically Molly (bitch), Ron (jealous idiot) and Ginny (Whore); there was also the mudblood bookworm. The looks they were giving me made the creature side of me angry and wishing I could kill them on the spot. As Dumbledore started to talk, he tried to give off a friendly, concerned grandfather persona, hoping it would real me into his sick greater good fantasy. All thought his little speech, I felt spells washing over me, and for a millisecond, I felt the compulsions take place like lust for the Whore and submission to the Mudblood; but as soon as my heir rings detected them, the compulsions washed away because of all the protections the rings hold. After he was finished, he gently (harshly, demanding) started asking questions about my papa and father. After I refused to utter a single word, he just gave up on asking me anything. Taking a deep breath, I started to question Dumbledore about why he should know everything about me. Slowly I started to question why he needed to know all the details of my personal life; he just CHUCKLED and said that he believed that I have been swayed with fake love and that my parents are murderers that should not be able to raise a child. So I asked the most obvious question that I could think about coming to the light side who will I live with? and the answer was the Weasleys because they are the pinnacle of light families. Harry Potter would convince me to change sides; during Dumbledore's rambling, I got the feeling that they would plan to marry me to a light lady and then convince me to get rid of my family name, title and riches because of how I gained them. Not being able to stand this meeting anymore, I stood and told them in a cold demining voice that I was not kidnapped and that I was living happily with my family, friends, and my betrothed, I did not need to be converted to the light side and I stormed out of the office.
Chapter 4Fuming, I stalked back to the dungeons where I was locked out of the common room, groaning once I realised I didn't think to get the common room password of Draco. Hissing to myself in Parseltongue, cursing my carelessness, a portrait behind me coughed loudly; startled, I turned to face the portrait just next to the common room door. He started to tell me off for using foul language and quit staring at him; I was staring for quite a while. When he was finished talking, I examined the portrait and noticed that the person was none other than Salazar Slytherin. I stood there starstruck; he then cleared his throat again; snapping out of my spaced-out expression, I politely asked for entrance, and he let me in on the condition that I don't utter that foul language in front of him ever again. Walking inside the common room, I spot Blaise sitting beside the fireplace with Draco and Daphne. When I join them on the sofa, papa strides into the room and starts to give a speech about the rules of Slytherin and the house monarchy. As the papas' speech finished, the current knights of the royalty assembled then introduced themselves to the first years; the knights are mainly fourth, fifth and sixth years—usually, five from each year. The knights' purpose is to help around the common room and keep the younger years safe, especially from the older Gryffindors. Finally, the royals were introduced; I was the King, Daphne was the queen, Draco, Blaise and Pansy were advisors, and Crabbe and Goyle were head guards. When introductions were finished, I dismissed the first years to bed.
Around 9:30, the group and I retired to the seventh-year lounge connected to our bedrooms with a bathroom. Laying on the sofa with Blaise falling asleep on my lap, I asked (interrogated) the others about the other systems in the other houses. After a few hours, I took Blaise into my room. Once I placed him on the bed, I went into his allocated room, gathered all his things, and placed them right in my room. Collapsing on the bed, I embrace Blaise and quickly fall asleep.
In the morning, I awake to no Blaise and the shower flowing; smirking to myself, I strolled into the bathroom where I undressed and joined Blaise in the shower; as I pulled the shower door open, he smiled as he stepped closer, his eyes wandering all over my body, picking up the body wash I started to lather Blaise from head to toe paying close attention to his groin and his abdomen. No words were exchanged in the shower. We just stood there enjoying each other's presence before we had to become the cold, closed-off people that the public expects. As we got dressed, I watched as Blaise nit-picked at his robe, tie and hair. We walked to the great hall and instantly spotted Draco and the others. I saw that Granger and the 2 Weasels were approaching halfway through breakfast. Hovering over me, Granger started her tirade about homosexuality and how I should be with Ginny, not Blaise. Then she forced herself on between Blaise and me, forcing me to look at her; this is when she saw my timetable and the lessons I had chosen, this led her to start screaming about how I was taking the wrong subjects and that I could never pass them because I am not smart enough. Finally, Professor Snape had enough of her whining, promptly took points away and informed her that what I did was none of her business. Noticing that I had no first lesson, I decided to talk with the only house that still has a monarchy Hufflepuff.
I signalled to the Hufflepuff king to meet me in one of the abandoned classrooms near the potions classroom. When Blaise and I arrived at the classroom, we saw that the king had already arrived and had Susan Bones by his side. He introduced himself as Damien Niegros; He told us he was an orphan and gained the title in his fifth year. We settled down and started talking about what Damien had implemented into Hufflepuff. The rules were quite impressive, like forging connections between the fourth and first years and study groups every day varying in different subjects like on Tuesday they study Potions and DADA. However, the one topic that Damien could not cover was the Olde ways. Since Hufflepuff has the largest number of muggle-borns and muggle raised, it was the perfect environment to show how much magic has been damaged because the Olde ways were banned.
I left the meeting satisfied with myself as the first part of bringing the wizarding world back to its glory is in motion. as Blaise and I were walking back to the common room, we heard muttering in one of the abandoned potions classrooms, listening to what the voices were arguing about; as we crept closer some of the argument caught our attention more than the situation "why cant i just dose him and lock him in the dungeon" & "that is highly impractical as of this morning he disregarded us like garbage". of course the only people in the school that have the nerve to brew a love potion in an abandoned classroom was none other than Granger and the weasels. Quickly I ushered Blaise to fetch papa as this was too good not to exploit; as I watched Blaise's figure hurry to papa's classroom, I heard something else "i hate that Dumbledore told us have to live in that hovel" "calm down, remember you are being paid more than your brother and i, so hurry up and have him obeying us again." Before I could hear another word papa came down the corridor, I pointed at the door and gestured for him to be quiet. After a few minutes, papa could not take it anymore and burst into the classroom, promptly confiscating all equipment in the room and banishing the contents of the potion not before grabbing a sample.
Blaise and I returned to the common room feeling exceptionally smug that the thieves would finally be put in their place; however, we missed the first lesson of the day, grabbed our bags and headed to DADA.
Chapter 5Blaise and I returned to the common room feeling exceptionally smug that the thieves would finally be put in their place; however, we missed the day's first lesson; we grabbed our bags and headed to DADA. The professor for this year was a hit-and-miss kind of professor, as he was knowledgeable about the subject. However, he could put a whole class to sleep faster than Binns can, especially during theory sections. So the day dragged on from herbology to potions. Finally, dinner came, and to my surprise, there stood the fucking traitors at the Gryffindor table looking smug as hell, and Dumbledore's eyes twinkling at the sight of his devotees, fuming I signalled to Father; asking about the thief's situation; he stared at me expression blank, but his eyes mirrored mine in utter disbelief and nodded that we needed to talk. While in deep silent conversation with Father, I did not notice that Blaise dragged me over to our table and was conversing with Draco. I look down at my plate, my appetite gone and replaced with anger; how dare they look so smug sitting there like they owned the world when they deserved to be in Azkaban for their crimes, and how many more times have they been bailed out of trouble by a twinkle-eyed old goat. Blaise nudged me and gestured for me to eat. As I started to eat, I turned to Draco and raised my eyebrows; he said with disgust in his tone that the three Gryffindors had done something for the headmaster that resulted in them being rewarded by him and leaving the head office with pride and a slight sting in their side at the through reprimand the Weasley mother gave them. She was so loud that her lecture could be heard by anyone hovering outside the headmaster's office. Digesting this information, I ate my food and focused on more important things, like how Dumbledore would fall from his ego. After dinner, I had asked that Blaise take my place in the meeting with Ravenclaw tonight; a wide smile broke out on Blaise's face at the prospects of the meeting; chuckling to myself thinking about how Blaise lit up was almost enough to forget about the parasites currently infecting the lion table.
After bidding Blaise goodbye, I grabbed Draco by the shoulders and led him to the seventh-floor corridor ignoring his protests. Once we stood outside the stretch of wall that would transform into the room of requirement, I told Draco that we would fix an object in the space of hidden things. After the door revealed itself, I warned Draco to be careful of what he touched as we could not afford distractions. After about half an hour of searching the massive pillars of abandoned objects, we came across a certain cupboard. As I examined the condition, I explained to Draco that we would fix the cabinet, allowing a passageway from this one to the pair in Borgin and Burkes. Draco thought it best to move the cabinet to a more open space to make assessing and fixing the damage easier. We found a little nook near the front of the room next to a rickety old dresser with a mannequin head wig and tiara. Draco started to cast spells at the cabinet to assess what needed to be fixed and ensure we didn't break anything while moving it. As Draco was doing this, I felt a sheering pain running through my head like someone had repeatedly hit something heavy against it. I moved closer to the dresser, and the old tiara was the source of the pain. I heard hissing from the object; the hissing kept calling my name (Harry Potter). I grabbed the wig that the tiara sat on and carefully placed it in my bag. Once the wig was in the bag, I joined Draco in fixing the cabinet doors. I glanced down at my watch; the time showed that it was half an hour till curfew. I beckoned Draco over and told him we should be going as we didn't want to give the Prefect Parasites any reason to give detention. Thankfully Draco and I made it to the dungeon level without bumping into anyone. However, as we started to descend the last staircase, we heard a shout. "HARRY POTTER WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" dammit, it was the Mudblood. I stood there silently, fuming. How dare she stand like she has a hold over me and what I do. Oh wait, she did fucker. Before I could reply, Draco sneered and pointed out that there were five more minutes to curfew and that by holding us up, she would be preventing us from getting back before the curfew was over. As Draco kept scolding her and reminding her that he was also a prefect and that we were not breaking any rules, I could see her face get more and more frustrated and angry; when Draco finished, she looked red in the face and about to explode so I smirked and started to walk away towards the common room muttering under my breath about how illogical she could be for someone who claims to be the smartest witch of her generation.
When we reach the common room, I make a beeline to my dorm room and hop into the shower. As I was mulling over my plans, I heard Blaise step into the shower and wrap his arms around me. We stood there in silence for a while, just taking comfort in each other. "You should try and take your mind off of things for a while, take some time", Blasie's statement snapped me out of my mind. "And what do you suggest i do instead". Instead of replying, Blaise started to kiss my shoulder and neck while his hands explored below the belt line. Standing there in the shower with Blaise wrapped around me, I realised that I had been neglecting his needs for the sake of my plans, now was not the time for schemes. Pushing Blaise against the shower wall, I grab his hands and raise them above him, restricting his movement; I look into his eyes and begin to leave kisses all over his neck and chest, paying particular attention to the junction between his neck and collarbone. Smirking as I heard Blaise moan. I dragged him out of the shower and over to the bed; pushing him down, I lay over him and started to begin my journey south; as I took him in my mouth, I felt him clench my hair and beg for release. Seeing his face all angelic-like whilst he came down my throat was a sight to behold. I trailed kisses and hickies back up to his neck; the little moans and begs made all the time we waited worth it. As I settled behind Blaise and pulled him in close, I felt him push away and start his journey down; I pulled him back up and told him that tonight was all about him and not to worry about me.
Chapter 6A couple of weeks go by, and I start to feel frustrated the old goat is keeping his plans too close to his chest for my liking. It will be six weeks since the surprise ambush in the dungeons, and since then, the disgraces have been too quiet. It's almost unsettling, but they don't matter that much. Today will be a good day, no matter what, one that will not be contaminated by Gryffindorks or old goats trying to get me to go back to the muggles or succumb to their demands. As I plan ways, I will ensure they lose everything. I feel Blaise poking me in the side; looking over at him, I notice that he is dressed in formal robes and forces me to get ready. We start our journey to Papa's living quarters. We see that someone is following us; as we turn a corner, we grab onto them and to my surprise, it's Damien. He looks at me gleefully, and satisfaction adorns his tone. "My deepest apologies, Riddle, but I thought you might want to hear this." Signing deeply to stop myself from lashing out, I say he has until I reach my destination. "The Mudblood managed to get a hold of a grimoire." I stopped dead in my tracks; a mudblood somehow getting hold of a grimoire had never happened before. A grimoire is a bloodbound book handed down from generation to generation. Only blood relatives could open their own family books. "The mud blood must be dirtier than we originally thought." Damien stalls momentarily, lost in thought, "There is a way to find out."
"Hadrian, Blaise, stop dwelling in the corridor" Turning round, I see Papa, their arms crossed, a scowl on his face; he raises an eyebrow at Damien's presence. "do what you must, and get back to me later. Now is the time for family," Damien bows slightly " As you wish", Blaise tugs on my arm as we bid Damien farewell. Settling into the lounge area, I see Papa, Mum and Father sitting comfortably. Any signs of formality melted away; this wasn't a room filled with the dark lord Voldemort or Snarky Potion's master. No, this room is filled with parents and their son and soon-to-be son-in-law. Seeing how tense I was, Mum noted that it was worth forgetting about the stresses of the outside or Dumbledore for an afternoon.
Smiling, I unclasped the cloak and took Blasie into my arms as I slouched onto the loveseat; the afternoon was one of my life's happiest, with no pressure from the outside, just my parents and mate. As evening drew near, dinner was served, and conversation topics became more serious. Father was curious to see how much Dumbledore displayed in his quest for power. I told them how the headmaster had been frustratingly silent but then remembered what Damien had told me. Bewildered, they were about the grimoire situation. The Mudblood must be a treasure trove of details about his plans, or anything really, especially with how much she likes to poke her nose into anything that doesn't concern her. We made plans. Plans to finally expose the headmaster for all he has done from his early adulthood to now.
Mummering to Blaise, mentioning meeting with Damien to get his help. Papa's head snapped up and was suspicious of Damien; smirking, I noted that Father also had a concerned expression. I clarified that Damien was the Hufflepuff king and that he was the one to originally hear about the whole Mudblood situation, seeing how this was not calming them down, I casually mentioned that I had him under passive surveillance and was sure that he is not working for the headmaster.