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-Nights' House – After lunch at Sirius' house-
"Sigh... Ho sweet ho" my dad said after going through the door, wasting no ti 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 disappointnt.
I then turned to my parents, only to find them looking at 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 ti I spent at Grimmauld Place after getting the locket I had to pretend I was fine, but now that I was ho 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 .
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 ti 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 sothing more comfortable I threw myself on my bed, sighing.
I knew I still needed to put away Slytherin's Locket, but I was so ntally 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 .
He then walked into my small room, closing the door behind him before reaching out to .
I eyed him suspiciously and hesitantly before reaching out my hand as well and squeezing his.
Pulling up a chair, he sat across from , smiling calmly, which made 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 that he was not a doctor nor that he was here to examine 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 , and that only made more cautious.
"Who are you?" I asked, feeling a familiar feeling of coolness and protection wash over and calm down, sothing 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 co to offer you a place at my school... your new school, if you would like to co"
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"I thought you was that muggle" my... Uncle, said in a whisper, looking 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 na made my body stiffen and felt my brain shut down for a few seconds.
But my uncle, this grotesque, dirty-looking man, seed 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 ca back not long ago, see"
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"§I want you to show all these tis the power that runs in the Salazar's family blood§" I hissed at the magnificent creature in front of , the animal, the weapon, the secret of Slytherin. The great basilisk of the Chamber of Secrets.
"§Yes Master§" it hissed back at , 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 so 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 ?" I asked, feeling my magic begging to be released.
"Unfortunately I'm led to believe so of these rumors," he said.
I stared at him then, at the senile old man who was denying a job that belonged to , a job that would have brought 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 rember the na 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 seed to piss him off, as he lunged at , taking the book from my hands.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" he scread.
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 ca with them rise up inside .
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 imdiately fell to his knees screaming.
"Ahhh! My arm! You broke my arm!" he scread in pain, tears streaming down his face.
And her scream seed to get everyone's attention, and not a second later one of the orphanage matrons ca 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 , 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 so walking, arrived in front of a wall, however I knew that there was more to this wall than it seed.
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 always staying in this school, a place that should belong to ' I thought, my eyes glowing red.
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"I'm here to sell so 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 so 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 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 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 for a while, and I could see hesitation and indecision on his face. He then stopped, turning to the flas in the fireplace before answering.
"By an act of evil... the supre 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 sothing truly aningful... You will help , 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 mories, 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 soone 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!)
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