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🕑 Added 2022-09-14 18:11:01 +0000 UTCChapter 27- Who is Tom Riddle?
Lord Voldemort was in a constant state of worry. It was not fear, but worry. He was sure that the boy had cursed him with something. That spell was not a poof. He was pretty sure that the boy who had been such a pain in his side, one who had made him seem like a Hogwarts student rather than the dangerous Dark Lord, one who literally toyed with him when they fought and one who somehow lived after being struck by a ritualized dagger, would not shoot a powerless spell at him.
He didn’t feel a thing. There was no visible effect, no injuries nor any fatigue in his magic. He was going mad and yet, he had to hold himself together.
He was brought out of his musings when the young Lestrange entered the room. They had been very good servants for his cause and the two younger Lestranges had been very good substitutes to the older one.
“My lord…” Tom was quick to determine that something had gone wrong. The young man’s tone indicated so. “What is it Rudolphus?”
The younger man gulped before steeling himself.
“Bennet and Dolohov are dead, my lord. They were killed.”
Tom swallowed a wave of anger that threatened to overtake him. Rage began clouding his senses. “How?” He growled as he stood up with anger.
Rudolphus flinched when the man stepped closer to him. “We don’t know, my Lord. Both had been beheaded. There was no trace of who did it, nor was there any evidence.”
Tom felt all the anxiety begin to set in. Two of his best were dead now, with many more. The loss of Dolohov was more troubling for Tom. Antonin was not a normal wizard by any stretch. If he was not him, that man would have given him a run for his money. He liked him a lot. The man had similar ideals favoring his cause. It had taken a lot to convince him to join his ranks and Tom had been very pleased with him. He instilled fear in the masses without even trying. He had a certain way in helping keep the others in line.
Tom couldn’t control his anger and he raised his wand and fired a cruciatus at the now Lestrange Lord. The young man screamed in pain as the red beam impacted the man, but suddenly, Tom screamed in pain and dropped his wand to the ground as he collapsed. He felt this excruciating pain overtake his senses, preventing him from thinking straight.
Several of his men quickly rushed in as they heard their Lord scream and stopped short at what they saw. The two men stilled on the ground as the pain receded. Lestrange struggled to get back on his feet, but managed.
Lord Voldemort though, to the surprise of many of them who were watching, fell to the ground once more and screamed in pain. He began convulsing violently on the floor, twitching and whimpering on the floor.
“D..do…d…o…do so…some.thing.” He muttered weakly as he writhed on the ground in pain. At that moment, the other Death Eaters saw an owl fly in through the window. The owl flew over the fallen man and circled him a few times before dropping a scroll on to the floor. One of the death eaters picked up the parchment and unrolled it.
Tom,
A small parting gift. I hope I have put a close to all your thoughts. You will need a lot of effort to make this right, Tom. Get to work.
Harry Potter
Tom growled as he stood up shakily and snatched the letter from the other man’s hand. He read through the letter once more and threw the letter on the ground in anger. He retrieved his wand in his anger and tried to burn the letter when a fresh wave of agony coursed through every one of his veins.
He dropped his wand and screamed once again and this time, the others jumped back in fear at the ear splitting scream. He somehow managed to get a hold on himself.
“Get me a healer.” He whispered, his voice hoarse from all the screaming. He slowly got on his feet and dragged himself back to his seat before collapsing.
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Harry chuckled as he felt his spell activating. He had been waiting for that and he couldn’t stop his laughter. He tried to imagine the man’s face. He can just stew. He cannot be angry and he certainly can’t use a spell on the others to vent. That would not be pleasant for him.
It was not a very complex spell or anything of that sort. It was an ancient spell and he was pretty sure none alive today knew of it. He heard a knock on his door and his mother walked into the room and took a seat across from him.
“What has got you laughing like a loon?” She questioned, her voice laced with amusement. Harry shook his head trying to hold his laughter and began explaining what took place.
Dorea smiled as she watched him laugh heartily. It was a far cry from the boy she had seen some days back, battling for his life. He had regained his usual self and with the others being around him all the time and Nymphadora mainly, he had recovered very quickly from the ordeal.
What did trouble her was the times when he would switch off from the present. She noticed many times when he would be speaking and laughing and joking with the others and just like that, he would lose his focus and would be elsewhere.
The family did an excellent job in garnering his attention. They would gather his attention as soon as he seems like switching off and would disturb him immediately. None of the kids allowed him a moment of respite and Harry was grateful for that. He was no fool. He was intelligent enough to understand what was going on, but he took it in stride.
“I have never heard of a spell like that.” Dorea said after some time.
“It is an ancient spell, mother.” Harry smiled. “I am pretty sure that I am the only one that has an idea about that, but that was because of the ring.”
Dorea interrupted. “I was meaning to ask you many days back, but I never did get a chance.”
“I was here when you were healed, do you remember?” Harry nodded. “The Deathly Hallows did something that day, Harry. Something that healed you. What happened that day?”
“You have heard of the legend of the Hallows, haven’t you Mother?” Dorea nodded. “Well, that is exactly what happened, mum. You are talking to the ‘Master of Death.’” Harry finished.
Dorea had expected that the hallows did have something to do with his healing, but she had chalked it up to some unknown magic. What she didn’t expect was something along the lines of being the Master of Death.
Her husband had told her about the Peverell heritage that was lost inside the Potter line. But she had always assumed that the Peverell heritage was just chalked up to family magic. She had believed that the story was not entirely true. After her marriage, she had seen the invisibility cloak that was in the family. Charlus had then explained the tradition of gifting the cloak to the heir of the family and after comparing it with other cloaks, she had discerned the fact that this cloak was not an ordinary one. When probed further, she had learnt about the Peverell family and she had arrived at a conclusion that the cloak was a hallow.
“What does it mean?” She asked. “Magics like that come with conditions that are very costly, Harry. Please tell me that you didn’t get yourself into something like that.” She begged.
Harry stood up and sat next to his mother. He then laid down on her lap. She then began caressing his head. “Nothing of that sort, mum.” Harry assured. “You don’t have to worry about anything like that. But Death has just made one demand from me. I have to deliver him to her hands.” He said.
“Her?” Dorea questioned, confusion evident in her voice. Harry chuckled.
“What will your reaction be, when you learn that Death is an extremely beautiful lady? A sight to sore eyes. She is ethereal.” He laughed when he noticed her expression.
“Oh don’t be so surprised mother. She knows how to hold a grudge just like every woman in this world.” He deadpanned and his mother rewarded a slap on his head.
“What? It is true. ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.’ It is actually true, mum. Elders didn’t say that just for fun.”Harry defended himself.
“I really think you soon to be wives would have something to say for that. And knowing my nieces, they will put you on the couch for the next month.” She warned.
“Jokes apart, Lady Death has asked me to kill Voldemort for her. That is the only thing she has demanded of me.” Harry replied.
“I will forever be indebted to her, mum. I would have been dead, you know?” He whispered. Dorea’s hold over her son tightened when she heard that. “I don’t mean the dagger incident. I meant after the TriWizard tournament. She gave me life. She gave me an opportunity. She gave me you people. And that is the greatest gift I had ever wanted and would ever receive. Nothing can top that. Nothing will.”
The two of them remained silent for some time. They heard a small patter of feet and they heard a happy squeal from the doorway. “Dada!” Little Nymphadora stumbled forward into the room and spread her arms so that her father could pick her up. Harry heaved the girl into his arms and smiled, placing a kiss on her forehead.
“And how did you find me here?’ He questioned as he poked her stomach gently, getting a laugh out of the girl. “You will give your mother grey hairs before she is thirty, Dora.” Harry laughed.
He watched as the girl began babbling something looking at him with wide eyes and giggling all the while. “I might be wrong, mother.” Harry mumbled.
“She is my greatest gift. Everything else is just seconds.” He hugged the girl close to him.
Dorea dabbed the corner of her eyes, as she tried to control her tears. If she ever got a chance to speak to Lady Death as Harry put it, she would thank her for sending him back to her. Harry had become her own from the day they met. She never had the privilege to birth another child after her James and although she and Charlus never bought it up, they were always sad about that particular issue.
When they did learn about Harry and him being their grandson from the future, she had wanted to bring him back to Potter Manor immediately. He was her blood. Of course she would care for him. But learning that the poor boy had lost all of them from where he came from, her maternal instincts screamed to take care of him as her own.
The young man became a part of this household. He became so important and special in the family, not because of the situation he found himself in, nor his magical abilities. It was because of his humility. She could not have had a better son even if she herself had birthed him and groomed him. The very thought of losing him pained her. Her stomach would feel as if on fire and she felt it twisting itself in knots.
He was hers and Charlus’s. That was it. That's how it has been all these days. That is how it will be all the years moving forward.
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When she opened her eyes and took in her surroundings, she was confused. These settings were very familiar. The last thing that she did remember was the beheaded form of Antonin Dolohov. Amelia Bones jumped out of her bed with her wand in her hand.
“Amy?” She jumped at hearing the voice, so familiar to her, but her wand didn’t go down. She then stared into the confused eyes of her brother. “Ed?”
“What is the matter, Amy?” Edgar questioned gently all the while staring at his little sister.
Amelia lowered her wand when she heard her brother’s voice. She took in the surroundings once more. “I am home?” She questioned, her confusion still visible.
“Yes, Amy.” Edgar nodded. “You have been home for four days now.” He said and Amelia’s eyes widened in shock. “F..four days!?” She stuttered.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” Edgar shook his head. “Harry instructed not to. It seemed that you were in some sort of magical shock. He asked me to let you be.” Amelia sat up properly.
“Edgar tell me everything that has happened since I left. Please try to leave nothing out.” She requested after a few moments of silence.
Edgar Bones knew that this was exactly what his sister would ask. He was not wrong. He had no choice but to tell her everything.
‘Poor Harry.’ Was all he could think as soon as he finished explaining and his sister got out of bed and marched out of the room.
Amelia had a myriad of emotions running through her head as she walked to the floo room in their Manor. She had expected news, but she had not expected anything of sorts like she had heard. He was almost dead. She couldn’t think straight as her temper got the better of her.
“Potter Manor.” She spoke, her tone showing no discernable emotions.
When she arrived at the Potters place, she marched right inside not stopping nor asking for anybody. She had a destination in mind. She came across James and Lily walking opposite to her.
“Amelia?” James was surprised to see the girl, but also happy. She had grown onto him and she was fun to be around. “How are you? Harry told us that you were not well….” He couldn’t complete his sentence.
“Where is he?” Her tone broke no argument and James was actually a bit surprised to hear that voice from the usually soft girl. “Upstairs.” He replied instantly.
Amelia nodded and followed his instructions, knowing full well that he would be in his room. The door to his room was closed and when she tried to open them, it was locked. When she heard no sound, she was sure that he was in there with Narcissa or Bellatrix. She waved her wand and conjured a Patronus and sent it in the room with a message to deliver.
She stood waiting for a few minutes for him to open the door but she found no answer. Amelia was not someone that would ever walk into somebody else’s room without permission. She knew better than that. But that particular moment, she was not thinking straight.
In her anger, she pushed a lot of magic and the doors banged open. She froze in spot when she watched Harry and Bellatrix naked and in the middle of having sex. The two of them jumped out of their skins when the doors banged open. Amelia lost her composure when she saw the two of them in a compromising position. She blushed at what she witnessed before turning away.
“Bones!” Bellatrix growled clearly annoyed at being interrupted. Amelia didn’t turn back.
“Sorry Bellatrix. But I really have to talk to him. Now!” The two of them were surprised at the tone of her voice.
“Amy? What is the matter?” Harry questioned, worried about whatever was happening. He made to get up, but Bellatrix didn’t let him.
“Bones. I am so close and if you did not leave this room right now, you will regret it.”
“Bell…” Harry began only to be cut off when Bellatrix pushed him back inside her. A moan left the two of them much to the mortification of Amelia.
“You..oh yessss…better leave Bones. I won’t be leaving him out any time soon. Go and wait…oh godddd.” She moaned in between her words. Amelia left the room as quickly as her legs would carry.
“Bell….fuck…that maybe something important..” He moaned as the girl bounced on top of him.
“Shut up and do your job.” She muttered, throwing her head back and moaning. Harry waved his hand, locking the doors back.
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Harry returned downstairs looking for Amelia. He found her talking with James and Lily in the sitting room. He approached the girl and smiled as she noticed his arrival.
“Amy?” He captured her in a hug as soon as she stood up. “How are you? Are you alright?” He questioned. Amelia freed herself from the hug and stared into his eyes. Harry was confused when she didn’t speak a word.
Amelia drew her hand back and slapped him hard on his cheek. Harry reeled back at the strike and was shocked at the action. His shock multiplied when he saw tears in her eyes.
“You fool.” She sobbed and this time, hugged him. “Ed told me about your near death experience. Haven’t you had enough of those, Harry?” She questioned.
“Didn’t you promise me that you would be safe?” She asked. “I am safe, Amy.”
She shook her head. “That is not the point. You were almost dead, Harry. And this time, only a miracle saved you. What if that was not the case?” She sniffed.
Harry held the girl consoling her. “I can’t ask you to remain away from this fight, Harry. That wouldn’t be fair on you and it is just not right. But I can ask one thing from you. Stay alive. Just for my sake. For their sake.” She nodded at James and Lily.
She wiped her eyes and sat down across from him. “I do have something important for you.” She retrieved a small piece of parchment from within the pocket of her robes. Harry received the parchment and opened it. There were a number of names written inside the parchment in very small yet discernable words.
“That is the names of all the inside men of his in the ministry.” She replied and Harry’s eyes widened considerably when he heard that. He scoured through the names in the list once more and his eyes gained a look of finality.
“How did you get these?” He asked. Amelia became hesitant when she was questioned.
“I killed Dolohov and Bennet.” She mumbled. Harry’s eyes widened considerably when he heard that. “What?” He questioned. When she repeated the same answer, he almost felt like fainting.
“How?” He asked and Amelia went on to explain what took place in Bulgaria.
“That was why you seemed to be stressed out.” Harry deduced.
“I am sorry that you had to go through that, Amy.” Lily replied sadly. Amelia looked towards the red head and smiled. “I just did my part, Lily.” Amelia said.
“Either way, you just killed a person Amy. That is not something that must be ignored.” Harry argued. Amelia couldn’t help but snort. “Look who's talking.” She snarked and James couldn’t hold back his laughter. Lily smiled slightly at the interaction. It was funny to an extent.
“Yeah. I get it. But let us get serious here, Amelia.” Harry groaned.
“Quit teasing him Bones.” A new voice spoke and Bellatrix walked into the room and sat down on Harry’s lap. She pried the parchment out of Harry’s hand and began going through it.
She was about to ask a question and looked up and she saw a deep shade of red decorate the Bones heiress’s cheeks. Her eyes gained a mischievous look.
“Why are you blushing Bones? See something hot?” She asked as she winked at the girl. She chuckled when the girl blushed hard and looked away.
“Stop it Bell. Don’t tease her.” Harry chastised. The room fell into a comfortable silence as Harry was deep in thought. “What are you going to do about it, Harry?” James asked.
Harry’s eyes hardened. “Nothing much, brother. It is time to finish this once and for all.”
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“Mr Cuffe?” He looked up from the paperwork he had immersed himself into. He had a few reports to finish up and very quickly before the next edition was to be sent for printing.
“I am busy Jenny. What is it you want?” The man questioned impatiently.
“You have a visitor…” The man cut her off. “I just told you that I am busy. Tell whoever it is to come back later or tomorrow.”
“Uhmm…I don’t think you would really do that sir.” The assistant chuckled nervously. The man was irritated by her behavior and looked up and his jaw dropped when he saw who was sitting outside.
He was out of his seat in a flash. “Lord Peverell.” He greeted the man as soon as he stepped in front of him. He shuddered when he met his brilliant emeralds.
“Mr Cuffe.” Harry shook the man’s hand. “We have a lot to talk about.” He said with a feral grin.
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Dumbledore sipped his coffee as he waited for the morning newspaper to arrive. The school had been closed for the summer. With Tom and his allies pushed to the background gradually, the Wizarding World had begun to come out of the man’s terror.
He still failed to understand what did happen to Tom that day after the attack on Potter Manor. He heard about it from Alastor and it was the first time the youngest Potter made an appearance after so many days. He was relieved that the young man had recovered from the ordeal that he was evidently responsible for.
He felt guilty about it for all these months. Every day was difficult to bear and he didn’t want that.
He had been relieved at hearing that the young man had pulled through. A pop was heard and an elf popped in with his newspaper.
“Thank you, Dipsy.” He smiled as the little elf deposited the newspaper on the desk of the Headmaster and popped away.
Dumbledore was halfway sipping his coffee when he read the headlines and he dropped his cup in shock. He coughed violently as the coffee traveled the wrong way. He calmed himself down and took a deep breath and once again, looked into the newspaper.
WHO IS TOM MORVOLO RIDDLE?
by Barnabus Cuffe
A question that was posed to me by Lord Peverell when he was in my office yesterday. I was confused. That name didn’t mean anything to me nor any of my senior journalists when enquired. Lord Peverell had something different to say about that.
Tom Riddle was a half-blood Slytherin student who attended Hogwarts almost forty years ago. A model student, prefect and Headboy of the batch 19845, who passed out with the highest honors. The one question that I asked was why did nobody know of him? It is one thing if it was any other student as a lot of students from other houses are half bloods and muggleborns.
What made this boy special, we had no idea until Lord Peverell decided to give us some interesting information. The young Lord asked for a piece of parchment and when he received it, he wrote a name on the parchment. Tom Marvolo Riddle.
He then began rearranging the letters and imagine our surprise when we read it after we were done with it.
TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE
I AM LORD VOLDEMORT
When the deduction was done, we were so shocked that we sat without moving for a few minutes. The Dark Lord Voldemort, the one who stressed upon the ideology of pureblood superiority, the man who kills and tortures muggle borns and halfbloods is a halfblood himself.
You heard right, readers. Tom Riddle is the son born out of a love potion created by Merope Gaunt and administered to Tom Riddle Sr, a rich muggle born living in Little Hangleton,the village where the pureblood and disgraced family of Gaunts resided.
Lord Peverell did give us the entire story. Merope Gaunt was a squib born to Marvolo Gaunt. The poor woman who was constantly belittled by her own father and brother and by every other person in that village. The woman who was even scared to just step out of her house, fell in love with a muggleborn. Tom Riddle.
The Riddles were extremely rich and popular in the village and young Riddle was a very handsome man. And Merope, fell in love with the man. She didn’t dare tell this to anybody fearing their reactions, but it did eventually come out. Her father was not pleased to learn that.
But she somehow managed to brew a love potion and drugged the man she loved and without anyone's knowledge, she ran away with him. They were happy according to Merope, but she eventually decided to stop dosing her husband who she had eloped. She felt sad to cheat the man she loved.
When Tom Riddle came to, he was furious about learning about the woman and her family and what she did. He left the woman in the dead of the night and ran away, back to his family.
Merope was devastated when she learnt that. To add onto that, she was pregnant. She didn’t return back to her father or Tom. She lived on the streets and staved off, until her health began deteriorating. She finally gave birth in an orphanage and died as soon as her son was born, but not before naming him as Tom Marvolo Riddle, from the name of her husband and father.
The very same Tom Marvolo Riddle a.k.a the Dark Lord Voldemort.
The question running through everybody’s mind is the same. Why is the son of a muggle and squib dead set on promoting pureblood agenda? The answer is power.
According to the words of Lord Peverell, “he is a power hungry bastard whose only aim is power and only power. He wants nothing to do with the purebloods and every pureblood who supports him knows that. He tortures muggles, half bloods and purebloods alike just to fulfil his agenda. World domination.”
When asked about the reason for revealing all this now, Lord Peverell just shrugged.
“It was time for the world to know the truth about that sorry excuse for a human being. People can’t just let him walk all over them. Take away and torture their families and kill them. He has had free reign till date, but I won’t let him continue this way anymore.
I just want to put it out there. The public deserves to know the truth. People like him, who bring about uneasiness in the society are power hungry bastards. Nothing more. Nothing less.” Were Lord Peverell’s last words as he left my office.
Lord Peverell’s words were self-explanatory. He and his family have been fighting the Dark Lord for a long time now, losing his friends in the process as well as being stabbed to death by the Dark Lord. The showdown in the ministry has been an example of what Lord Peverell has been through.
A lot of families have been killed, murdered and tortured by this mad man. It is time for every citizen to stand up to the man. It is time to fight back. It is time to have control over our lives in our hands. It is time that we become the Harry Potters to our own families.
Dumbledore removed his spectacles and wiped them with a sigh. Harry Potter had played his pawn. Now it was upto Tom to make his move. He only hoped that nothing bad would come out of this. It was an extremely sensible matter and that was the reason why he had ignored revealing the identity of Tom all these days. He made a mistake. He was aware of it now. He should have done something by now. He only hoped Harry’s plan, whatever it was, becomes successful.
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A team of healers had been working towards healing him for sometime now, but to no avail. They had not been able to find any solution to the curse that had affected him. They had consulted every possible book from his personal collection, books rare and valuable that are simply not available to any hand.
Apart from that, he had asked his followers to check if any counter curse for the effects he was going through could be found in their family libraries, but that too had come up in the negative.
He had not been the same. Every spell he performed just added more and more pain to his body, even the simplest of cutting curses.
The door to the room he was resting in opened and Tom frowned as his men trooped in one after the other. His temper began to fray.
"Didn't I make it clear that I should not be disturbed?" He questioned harshly, but he was surprised when he noticed none of them showing any signs of fear around him.
They appeared to be angry about something. Rudolphus Lestrange threw a newspaper to his side. Tom picked up the paper and his eyes bugged when he read what was written in it.
He looked back into the eyes of his followers and he saw anger. Disgust. He balled the paper in his fist and threw it on the ground. His eyes glowed briefly as he considered every face.
Lestrange took it upon himself to speak and his tone was not one that was agreeable to Tom.
“Is that true?” He growled. “You are a filthy half blood.” Lestrange spat, the word being foreign on his tongue.
“We followed a filthy half blood, agreeing to his every whim. Following his every beck and call. Getting tortured for failing to carry over his orders.” He roared above the silence.
“You dare!? You dare order us around to do your filthy job, half blood?” He questioned.
Voldemort’s eyes glowed brightly and as he watched the men. He raised his wand, and he was pleased to see them flinch in fear.
“Cruc..aa…a.aaaa…” He screamed as the damn spell took over his senses and he began twitching in pain. He gasped for breath as he clutched his chest with his hand and his wand clattered to the floor as he tried to use his other hand to sit properly.
Lestrange smirked and raised his wand and smiled wickedly. “It is time for you to pay for all your lies.” He whispered and just when he was about to cast, he heard a soft hissing noise reverberate through the room.
The others looked around and tried to find the source of the noise, backing up to the exit as they noticed the now wheezing man begin to smile ferally. “Fools. Like everyone from my time, you purebloods are stupid. You thought that just because a spell is holding me back, you can raise your wand against me?” He coughed as he sat up straight.
The next moment, a black snake that was at least ten feet long jumped towards Lestrange and caught him with its body and coiled around him. Rudolphus tried to tear away the snake from his body, but the snake didn’t budge. Lestrange’s face began to purple as the air supply began to cut off. His breathing quickened and suddenly, the snake tightened his grip so hard that an audible snap later, Lestrange fell down dead onto the floor.
“Come Nagini…” Tom hissed as the snake slithered up to the man and coiled around his shoulders. The Death Eaters stepped away and disappeared with a pop, activating their portkeys.
Tom watched them go and sighed as he stroked the head of his companion.
“They can’t run from me, Nagini. None can. None will.” He hissed softly.
TBC—-----
