What happens when Harry realises that the life he knew was a lie? That he's not even a Potter but a Riddle and that everyone close to him, including Ron and Dumbledore, kept this from him for their own purposes?
Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama/Romance - Harry P. & Draco M. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 7,751 - Reviews: 101 - Favs: 47 - Follows: 34 - Updated: 07-15-03 - Published: 01-22-03 - id: 1193968
When Tom heard about how McGonagall started taking favorite's he decided to show her a little something. He sent howler, only he didn't yell, and calmly told her what he felt about her. He knew that killing her wouldn't make him feel better. Only torture would satisfy the hunger he had to make sure she felt pain. He gave the howler one last charm before sending it to Hogwarts by eagle.
Alex and Draco were both dressed in all black, looking good, as they walked into the Great Hall. Alex sat at his regular seat and started to eat his breakfast when a black eagle flew into the building and dropped a red package on McGonagall's food. Everyone's attention was on the older witch as she opened the howeler. A silky hiss came out of the package.
"Minerva...it seems as though you are aking for death but I have decided that, at the moment, death is too good for you. No...what you need is torture and I will be the one to give it to you. You really shouldn't pick favorites Minerva. It never did you you any good did it Minny? Look at what happened to you precious Potter's, your god-son, and your nephew. They all died because of you. I'd hate to see what would happen to young Weasly, or Kenny for that matter, because you keep picking favorites. Don't look so surprised Minny. Of course I knew about your son. It would be best to remember the damage I could do when given the motive and oppotunity."
Alex ate contentedly as he listened to the howeler his father had sent. He saw how pale McGonagall had gotten. A smirk grew on his face as he saw the chills go down everyone's spine and the horror that shone on Ronald's face as he was mentioned by Lord Voldemort. When the howeler finished Headmaster Dumbledore stood and said, "Alexander Riddle come up here immediately."
Alex stood and walked up to the head table looking calm and collected. He stopped directly in front of the Headmaster and said, "Yes?"
"You should be expelled fot that howeler. How dare you threat a teacher?" Dumbledore asked.
"I didn't threat a teacher. My father did," Alex replied with a raised eyebrow as if to challenge Dumbledore to repremend him.
Dumbledore stared Alex directly in the eye. Alex knew what Dumbledore was doing so he placed stronger blocks over the older man. Alex knew that Dumbledore was trying to read his mind so he stood his ground and stared right back. After a few minutes Dumbledore motioned for Alex to go back to his table but not before turning and giving a smirk to a very frightened Ronald.
Later that day during Potions Alex made sure to keep an eye on Professor Snape. He very well knew that Snape was a spy and he wanted to know just how much information the man told Dumbledore.
"Today we are making a truth serium. You are to make this potion by yourself. DO it correctly because I might make you test your own Potion," Snape said while staring at Alex.
Alex arose from his seat with Alahandra and walked to the back of the class room where he kept his materials while everyone else wrote down the procedure for the drought. Alex picked up his cauldron and materials before walking back to his seat. He quickly set up his ingredients in the order he had learned was easiest when brewing potions before beginning his assignment.
As Alex brewed the potion he contemplated the thought about whether or not to inform his father of Professor Snape's double crossing. Now although he did and had always had a slight dislike for Snape, he didn't know whether the contempt that he felt for the older man was enough to see him murdered. Over the years Snape had effectively made his life a living hell and he didn't know whether he wanted to stoop to the ornery man's level and seek revenge.
Alex stared at his professor as he mechanically performed each process of the potion with precision. Alex knew very well that Snape was aware of his stares but for some reason the man seemed to be avoiding him. Alex smirked as he turned down the amount of fire and let the potion simmer for a while.
Alex raised his hand as he waited the customary ten minutes until the potion would be complete. Alex watched as Snape ignored him for a while...making Alex very unpatient. If there was one thing that he couldn't stand, that was to be ignored.
"Yes Mr. Riddle?" Snape finally asked when he started sensing the vibes Alex was throwing his way.
"I was wondering if I could speak with you after class," Alex responded ignoring the looks that Hermione was throwing his way.
Alex watched as Snape mentally drew up the pros and cons of not accepting Alex's request. Apparently the cons were much more...unpleasant than what would have happened had Alex had been a Potter so he agreed.
As the bell rang signaling the end of class, Alex motioned for Alahandra to wait for him outside of the class while he spoke to the Professor. Once the classroom was empty Alex used his wand to close the door and put up silencing charms.
"I wanted to know how long you think your role as spy would be undetected?" Alex said to Snape.
"What are you talking about?" Snape asked calmly but Alex saw the nervous look in his eye.
"You know very well what I mean. You must know that I learnt a lot of things during my time as Harry James Potter that are very useful to the Riddle in me. So tell me what do you plan to do when father finds out that his potion's maker is in fact a spy for the order in which he wishes to destroy?" Alex asked as he sat on the black desk.
"Await my death," Snape said honestly.
"So you would die for Dumbledore and his cause. A cause in which you do not truly believe?" Alex asked.
"And what of you? Are you going to tell dear old daddy just to spite me?" Snape spat.
"If I were you I would watch my tongue," Alex said icily. "See the difference between you and me is that I don't have to be involved. My father gave me a choice and I choose to be neutral. Oh, don't think that just because I'm not on his side that I'm on the light side. I have been through too much shit while being the 'good guy' so know that I will not be involved but if there is ever a time when I feel threatened then not only will you see the power that Dumbledore wished to control. You will see a part of me that you never thought I had. Keep that in mind when you go to your Order meetings," Harry said as he got up to leave the room.
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