Chapter 305
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-Nights' House – After lunch at Sirius' house-
"Sigh... Home sweet home" my dad said after going through the door, wasting no time and going to his favorite armchair, throwing himself into it and relaxing contentedly.
"We've only been gone for a few hours" my mom said with an eye roll, before feeling Cele tugging at the hem of her shirt, "Hi honey?"
"Can I get a cookie from the cookie jar?" she asked.
"But honey, aren't you full?" my mom asked with a strange look, "It hasn't been 30 minutes since you had that pie at Sirius's"
"Aw, but mom's cookies are really good," she said, with a pleading pout that was destroying my mom's resistance.
"Thanks honey, but if you eat too much sweets you'll get a sore stomach" my mom tried to say, but Cele kept staring at her, with her eyes shining, making her even cuter.
And I was pretty sure those puppy dog eyes were powered by the effect of Cele's accidental, or not-so-accidental, magic.
Seeing that Cele wasn't going to give up, and feeling her heart soften, my mom sighed, "Okay" she said, and Cele broke into a huge smile as she bounced up and down in celebration.
"But don't eat too much, otherwise you won't be able to eat dinner" my mom said, and Cele nodded quickly, before running to the kitchen excitedly.
"Sigh... This girl," she said, shaking her head with a ironic but affectionate smile.
"You spoil her a lot" I said shaking my head in disappointment.
I then turned to my parents, only to find them looking at me with grimaces on their faces.
''Look who's talking!!'' they thought.
Having no idea what was going through my parents' minds, I stretched my body a bit, still feeling a little sore.
My pain wasn't physical, so my accelerated healing didn't do much to alleviate it. Because of that, the whole time I spent at Grimmauld Place after getting the locket I had to pretend I was fine, but now that I was home I could finally rest.
"Yawn... I'm a little tired so I'm going to go to my room and take a little nap" I said to my parents.
"Are you okay dear?" my mom asked a little worried, knowing that I really wasn't well thanks to the mother's sixth sense.
"I'm fine, just a little tired," I said with a slight reassuring smile at her.
"Hmm" she nodded, not quite believing me.
I then went towards the stairs, and when I put my foot on the first step to go up I heard my mother speak.
"When it's time for dinner I'll call you" she said.
"Okay" I replied, and then started up the stairs.
My dad and my mom who stayed in the living room looked at each other worriedly, as I was usually quite energetic and didn't get tired normally.
And since they were my parents, they could tell when I was fine or not, and it was obvious to them that I was lying when I said I was fine.
But unaware of my parents' concern I made it to my room, and without even changing my clothes into something more comfortable I threw myself on my bed, sighing.
I knew I still needed to put away Slytherin's Locket, but I was so mentally tired that as soon as my head hit the pillow I was pulled into Morpheus' realm.
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"Hi Tom" a man with red hair and beard with bright blue eyes said to me.
He then walked into my small room, closing the door behind him before reaching out to me.
I eyed him suspiciously and hesitantly before reaching out my hand as well and squeezing his.
Pulling up a chair, he sat across from me, smiling calmly, which made me uncomfortable.
"I'm Professor Dumbledore," he said, and I stopped, studying him again.
"A teacher?" I asked, wondering if this was a new way of calling the doctors, as it was weird and unexpected to have a teacher here in my room.
This man then explained to me that he was not a doctor nor that he was here to examine me at the request of the matron, as I believed.
But even with that short explanation, I still didn't understand why he was here for me, and that only made me more cautious.
"Who are you?" I asked, feeling a familiar feeling of coolness and protection wash over me and calm me down, something that always happened when my emotions started to get turbulent.
Hearing my question, this man smiled again, and I could have sworn I saw his eyes twinkle.
"I already told you. I'm Dumbledore, and I work at a school called Hogwarts. I have come to offer you a place at my school... your new school, if you would like to come"
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"I thought you was that muggle" my... Uncle, said in a whisper, looking me up and down, "You look mighty lika that muggle."
"What muggle?" I asked.
"That muggle what my sister took a fancy to, that muggle what lives in the big house over the way, you look right like him... Riddle" he replied, and hearing that name made my body stiffen and felt my brain shut down for a few seconds.
But my uncle, this grotesque, dirty-looking man, seemed not to notice and went on talking.
"But he's older now, isn't he? He's older than you now that I think about it... He came back not long ago, see"
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"§I want you to show all these metis the power that runs in the Salazar's family blood§" I hissed at the magnificent creature in front of me, the animal, the weapon, the secret of Slytherin. The great basilisk of the Chamber of Secrets.
"§Yes Master§" it hissed back at me, before starting to crawl towards one of the dozens of pipes in the chamber.
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"I'm sorry Tom, but I can't give you the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts" Dumbledore, now the Headmaster of Hogwarts, said, and I clenched my fists angrily.
"You know I'm the best choice for the job, Dumbledore. So why?" I asked, looking intently at him.
"Sigh... I heard some rumors about you and your actions after you graduated, Tom" he said, closing his eyes as he sighed.
"So you're going to trust rumors that were made by people who are probably jealous of me?" I asked, feeling my magic begging to be released.
"Unfortunately I'm led to believe some of these rumors," he said.
I stared at him then, at the senile old man who was denying me a job that belonged to me, a job that would have brought me closer to having Hogwarts to myself.
"Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders spite, spite spawns lies. You must know this, Dumbledore"
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"Look if it's not the weirdo" one of the kids from the orphanage who I didn't want to remember the name said, mocking as he walked with his group of friends.
"Where are your friends, freak?" he asked, laughing.
But instead of answering him I continued reading my book.
And that seemed to piss him off, as he lunged at me, taking the book from my hands.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" he screamed.
Seeing my book in his hands and his angry look, I remained silent.
'Seems like they never learn' I thought, feeling my emotions and the feeling that came with them rise up inside me.
And with intense focus I started looking at this despicable boy.
"Huh? What are you looking at? Do you want that back?" he asked, waving the book in front of my face mockingly.
"Oh, are you mad? What are you going to do? You're going to--- *crack!" and before he could finish his sentence, a crack sounded, and he immediately fell to his knees screaming.
"Ahhh! My arm! You broke my arm!" he screamed in pain, tears streaming down his face.
And her scream seemed to get everyone's attention, and not a second later one of the orphanage matrons came running towards us with a look of panic.
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Walking through the halls of Hogwarts, I felt anger and hatred rise in me, and wherever I walked the tapestries and armor trembled with my seeping angry magic.
''Rumors created by inferior and jealous people. Is that all it takes to blind you Dumbledore?' I thought, furrowing my brow.
I then, after some walking, arrived in front of a wall, however I knew that there was more to this wall than it seemed.
Looking at that wall, I felt in the inner pocket of my robe, feeling for the Ravenclaw Diadem.
'Yes, nothing fairer than a piece of me always staying in this school, a place that should belong to me' I thought, my eyes glowing red.
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"I'm here to sell some items" a fat lady said, and I just looked at her with a disinterested but polite smile.
"And what would those items be?" I asked, and she smirked before looking around, checking to see if anyone was spying on us, and I wanted to roll my eyes.
She then took two items out of her bag, which were wrapped in some gray cloth.
She placed these items on the table before taking the cloth off them, and as soon as she did I felt my heart stop.
"Here it is, my ancestors' items" she said, showing me the items she brought, "The Slytherin's Locket and the Hufflepuff's Cup!"
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"How do you split your soul?" I asked, and Professor Slughorn eyed me carefully.
"You must understand that the soul is supposed to remain intact and whole. Spliting it is an act of violation, and it goes against the laws of nature and magic," he said, but I persisted.
"But how do you do it?"
And at my question he looked at me for a while, and I could see hesitation and indecision on his face. He then stopped, turning to the flames in the fireplace before answering.
"By an act of evil... the supreme act of evil. By committing murder," he said, frowning, "Killing lacerates the soul. The mage intent on creating a Horcrux would use the damage to his advantage... He would encase the torn part and..."
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"Your worthless, wretched life will now be used for something truly meaningful... You will help me, in a grand act of magic" I mumbled, in the wet bathroom as I looked at the lifeless body of the Myrtle.
"You will be my first Horcrux"
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Blinking slightly, I started to get up groggy, confused by the things I'd just seen.
My mind was fuzzy, and I didn't know why I experienced these memories, which obviously weren't mine.
"What the fuck just happened?" I wondered.
End.
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(End AN: Seriously guys, I have no problem with Hermione, but don't you think Ethan's best match is someone as crazy as he is and who loves magical animals like Luna?
In this story we worship the Goddess of the Crumple-Horned Snorkack, Luna Lovegood!)