The Son of Lord Voldemort

First Year Ends

Harrison spent the month after the Christmas holidays studying twice as hard as he normally did. Every night when his friends went to bed he would pull out a book on an advanced subject or the Dark Arts and read early into the morning. Sometimes he would go into the common room once everyone was asleep and practice the spells both with his wand and without. He never had a problem with learning magic meant for kids years older but there was one spell he couldn't get to work for him no matter what he tried. Every time he tried to banish something the object would only move a couple feet. It didn't make any sense to him since he was an expert at the summoning charm and he'd been vanishing objects since he was ten.

The banishing charm was only a fourth year spell and he could perform seventh year spells without a problem. After two dozen failed attempts one night Harrison cast a powerful reducto at the book he'd been trying to banish and the book as well as the table it was sitting on exploded into hundreds of shards. He quickly threw up a protego as the wood came soaring towards him. He scowled as he cast a reparo and flung himself onto the couch. He was glad his father wasn't there to see him act like a sulky child.

He twirled his wand with his hand and glared at the book in front of him. After five minutes of brooding he pulled out a quill and parchment. He had received a letter from Luna that morning and decided he had nothing better to do so he might at well reply.

Dear Luna,

Aunt Bella told me that your training is going better than she expected, and believe me when I say that from her that's high praise. I'm glad to hear you've been spending all of your free time studying and delving into beginning Dark Arts. Don't worry if you can't get the spells on your first go, most people can't get the Dark Arts to work for them until their thirteen or fourteen.

I'm fine no thanks to that fool Ronald Weasley. Today in Potions he forgot to take his cauldron off the fire before adding the essence of treelap and his cauldron exploded. His potion covered everyone in a repulsive purple goo, everyone needed to be taken to the hospital wing. I could've cursed myself for not casting a shield in time but I couldn't get to my wand in time and I don't want the Gryffindors to know I can perform wandless magic.

I'm becoming closer to Neville, Hermione and Susan. Out of all the new friends I've made I'm the closest with those three. Neville is coming out of his shell more, thank Salazar. I don't know how much longer I would be in the mood to always be on my guard in Potions. He's still nervous but not as much as before, he's calm enough that I don't need to watch his every move to make sure our cauldron doesn't explode. Hermione is still as bookish as ever but she's beginning to lighten up much to Draco's relief. He still doesn't like her of course but when she's not acting like a know it all Draco can at least stand her presence. Susan hasn't changed since I've met her but she's gotten closer to the girls since the beginning of the year, especially Jenna.

Continue to do your best in lessons, father won't be happy if you aren't up to par.

Your friend,


Harrison re-read the letter he wrote before folding it. He didn't know why he was telling her things about his friends but his instincts told him too. He felt as though his magic was telling him to tell her certain things so that's what he did, his instincts hadn't led him wrong before.

Luna woke up and pulled her curtains from around her bed. She looked at her night stand and saw a letter with her name on it, she recognized Harrison's hand writing. She read the letter as she walked over to her fireplace. She smiled at the words 'your friend' before throwing the letter into the fire. Tom had told her to always burn letters after reading them no matter what the contents were.

She looked around her room and felt her smile grow. She had just finished decorating her room the day before with the help of the house elves. Her walls were light green with silver trim and the white marble floor sparkled under her feet. She had a fireplace that was adorned with picture frames, her mother smiled from the pictures. She even had one that had been taken at the Malfoy Christmas ball with Harrison. Several white couches sat in front of the fireplace as well as two unusual looking chairs. The chairs were twice the height of normal chairs and the back of them were five feet tall. She had a king size bed with a silver silk comforter and large plush light green pillows. A night stand on either side held more pictures and a dresser had two clear vases filled with exotic flowers. A bookcase was filled with books purchased by Bellatrix and Tom, while shelves held games and trinkets.

She had a bathroom the size of most peoples bedrooms with a pool sized tub and a shower big enough for twenty people. Her closet was exceedingly huge and was filled to the brim with more clothes than she'd owned in her entire life combined. Narcissa had taken her to a place called Melrose Alley where they spent an entire day shopping. She had robes of every color and made from every material. She had pants for every occasion and more pairs of workout clothes than there were hours in the day. Tom told her that no ward of his would dress in anything other than the best.

She had barely slept more than five hours a night since Harrison left for Hogwarts. She had spent the past month being trained by the Dark Lord's Death Eaters. Bellatrix was teaching her beginners Dark Arts while Lucius taught her about politics in the wizarding world. Tom even had several of the spouses of Death Eaters training her including Narcissa who was giving her etiquette and dancing lessons. She was learning all of the spells first and second years learned at Hogwarts as well as those that are banned from the school.

Luna had been surprised she was able to pick up the spells quickly. She knew that most magical people couldn't perform magic that wasn't accidental before they turned eleven and if they could it was only simple spells. She had never seen visions of her training at this age, only when she was older so she hadn't known what to expect. She enjoyed the theory lessons as well as the practical ones. Bellatrix was an interesting teacher to say the least albeit a perfectionist.

Tom also thought it would be a good idea to 'get rid of any sense of compassion or kindness' she might feel towards those he deemed unworthy. She had been taken to the dungeons several times to witness prisoners being tortured and interrogated. He told her it was so she could get used to witnessing such things, and if she were to witness it now she'd be less inclined to feel sympathy towards them later. She admitted to Bellatrix that she loved hearing the screams of pain echo around the dungeons. And the sight of blood made her feel a sense of excitement, it was the same when she had violent visions.

Every time she had a vision she would record it in a charmed journal. Everything she wrote in the leather bound notebook was sent to a matching one that Tom had. Lately she had been having more visions than usual and a lot of them had to do with screams echoing around a campsite as green light illuminated the scene.

Luna walked over to her desk and pulled out writing supplies. She dipped her eagle feather quill in black ink and began writing.

Dear Harrison,

I am happy to hear that you're becoming closer to your new friends. I've never had a friend until you and I know how much it means to consider one a friend.

Lessons with Bellatrix have gone really well, she said that I'm a natural at Dark Arts and gave me a few books to read. I will admit, I love the feel of Dark Magic. Every time I cast a dark spell I can fill it caressing my core and it makes me want to cast more. Bellatrix told me that it was normal.

Barty has been teaching me how to Transfigure small objects, he says that I'll be ready to move to bigger objects soon. Your father provided me with a collection of books on the subject of Divination. I tried tea leaves and tarot cards but they don't seem to work for me. I'll keep trying but for now those two arts evade me.

I met Regulus' kids yesterday, Carina and Orion were here while a meeting was going on. Tom sent them to the library which was where I was at the time. They're the only kids close to my age that have come to the manor since I've been here. Orion reminded me of Leo in terms of arrogance, it makes sense since they are related.

I met a man named Peter Pettigrew and I didn't like him at all. He said that I speak too maturely for my age and kept shooting me weird looks. Your father doesn't seem to like him much, he was held under the cruciatus curse for a whole minute. When Tom noticed me watching he just smiled, it reminded me of a vision I had the other night.

Speaking of visions, I've had a lot of them lately. Some are quite obvious while others aren't. I had one about a large black dog that looked like the grim, I told your father of course but he didn't ask for further details. He'll sometimes ask to see the memory if he wants more information. I was surprised the first time he ask, after all I've seen him force his way into several Death Eaters minds without warning before. However I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. You probably won't know what that means, it's a muggle saying.

It's funny to say muggle sayings around the Death Eaters. Most of them have no idea what I'm talking about.

I have a lot more to say but it'll have to wait, I need to be in the training room to meet Rodolphus soon.



She folded the letter and sent it away with her owl, it had been a gift from Tom for performing admirably. It was a snowy owl with flecks of gray and silver on her wings, she had named him Phineus. She looked out the large glass doors that led to her balcony and she felt happiness swell inside of her.

Before she came here she was always worried that her father might snap and curse her. Before her mothers death he had been kind but that all changed once Lila passed away. She cooked her own meals and was only giving a small amount of money to purchase clothes which she had to buy second hand. She loved to read but didn't have access to the books she would like to. Her father didn't like that she was a seer because it reminded him too much of her mother.

Living at Riddle Manor she had everything she ever wanted and more. House elves did all of the cooking and cleaning, no longer was she up until one in the morning cleaning the house. She had access to the library that would put any other library to shame. Her gift was considered valuable and she wore clothes that fit properly. She still loved the fact that she could wear expensive robes and if they ripped she didn't have to worry about fixing them herself, all she needed to do was change into something else.

When Harrison had been here she enjoyed his company immensely. She felt safe and happy when she was with him even though he had been closed off at first. He had slowly opened up and the two had hit it off. When adults were around he would go into 'heir' mode but when he was just around his friends or those he considered family he would relax. She knew from her visions that he didn't trust easily but he was also one to trust his instinct. She was glad his instincts told him to trust her, she had seen their friendship in her visions but a part of her had been worried that the future would change.

While Harrison was here Tom had been happy and kind when his Death Eaters weren't around. Not kind in the way a normal person was but kinder than one would think he could be. He didn't go around handing out cookies but he would relax and talk about whatever Harrison wanted to discuss. When his followers would come over he would switch into Dark Lord mode and all traces of kindness would vanish. Once Harrison left he spent most of his time in Dark Lord mode unless his inner circle was around, he seemed to subconsciously lessen his hostile nature when they were at the manor. He hadn't cursed her but Luna had seen him curse dozens of others. He had appeared to want to raise his wand against her once when she ran into him but he settled for glaring at her and sweeping from the room. Sometimes he would be nicer when she was doing well in her lessons or he just received a letter from Harrison, during those times he would talk to her. But most of the time he was stand offish.

She was humming a peaceful tune she had heard in one of her visions when she heard a pop.

"Miss Luna," a house elf squeaked. "It's time for breakfast."

"I'll be there in a minute Axle," Luna said as she walked to her closet.

The small elf bowed low before popping away.

Harrison was running his finger over the spine of a large red book when an unwelcome voices words made him freeze.

"Did you find out what he was hiding?" Seamus asked.

Harrison cursed himself for not yet learning the disillusionment charm as he peered around the shelf. Ron, Dean and Seamus were standing around a table while Ron sat down several thick books. Harrison instantly became curious, those particular Gryffindors weren't known for reading more than what was required.

"Dragons!" Ron whispered. "Hagrid was looking up stuff about dragons! Look at these: Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland; From Egg to Inferno, A Dragon Keeper's Guide."

Dragons? What the bloody hell would that oaf need a book on how to keep dragons, not even Hagrid was that dense, well maybe. Although Harrison sincerely hoped not, he didn't want to be charred to a crisp.

"Hagrid's always wanted a dragon, he told me so the first time I went down to his hut for tea," said Seamus. "Maybe he somehow found an egg."

Harrison had to suppress a snort, people don't just leave dragon eggs lying around.

"But it's against our laws," said Ron. "Dragon breeding was outlawed by the Warlocks' Convention of 1709, everyone knows that." Harrison had to stop himself from doing a double take; Ron actually knows some useful information? Who would've guessed? "It's hard to stop Muggles from noticing us if we're keeping dragons in the back garden — anyway, you can't tame dragons, it's dangerous. You should see the burns Charlie's got off wild ones in Romania."

Charlie? That must be another Weasley.

"But there aren't wild dragons in Britain?" Dean asked.

Harrison rolled his emerald eyes.

"Common Welsh Green and Hebridean Blacks. The Ministry of Magic has a job hushing them up, I can tell you. Our kind has to keep putting spells on Muggles who've spotted them, to make them forget," Ron told them.

"So what exactly is Hagrid up to?" Dean asked hesitantly.

"I don't know, let's go down to his hut and find out," Ron said picking up his bag and heading towards the library exit.

Harrison walked out from behind the bookshelf after the three Gryffindors left; Hagrid must have a dragon. He smirked as he thought of all the different ways this could play out. Telling Dumbledore was definitely out and so was telling any other professor except for Snape. If I tell Snape he won't be able to do anything except for tell Dumbledore. I need to find the others.

"Hagrid has a dragon?" Theo repeated incredulously. "You're joking."

Harrison gave Theo an annoyed look. "I wouldn't joke about something like that."

"What are we going to do about it?" Jenna asked. "We can always tell a prefect or Sev."

Leo rolled his eyes. "Are you thick?" Jenna gave him an insulted look. "All they'll do is go to old Dumbledore," he spat the headmasters name, "and besides all that will happen is Hagrid gets into trouble. If we play it right we can get not only Hagrid but the three dimwitted Gryffindors into trouble as well."

"How are we going to do that?" Pansy asked.

"I think we should wait until the dragon hatches," Draco answered.

"Are you mad?" Tracey demanded. "Draco, a dragon at Hogwarts will be disastrous."

Harrison shook his head. "No Tracey, I think that Draco's right." Everyone looked at him to elaborate. "There's no way a dragon can stay at Hogwarts without being found so they'll need to get rid of it, chances are Ron and his minions will be the ones doing it, from what I've heard Hagrid won't give up any of his animals without a fight. So I'm ninety nine percent sure it will be here until it hatches, all we have to do is find out when that's going to be and inform Severus."

"But Leo said that telling Sev would only get Hagrid into trouble," Jenna said slowly.

Harrison closed his eyes briefly, he loved his best friends but sometimes he wished some of them were quicker on the uptake.

"Harrison meant that if we wait until the dragon hatches Weasley and his two idiotic friends will go down to see it," Blaise chimed in looking eager to get someone into trouble. "There's no way they won't get into trouble for helping hatch a dragon, especially since it's on school grounds."

A smirk appeared on Pansy's face. "Brilliant."

The Slytherins spent the next two weeks taking turns using Harrison's invisibility cloak to check if the dragon had hatched. Finally one morning Pansy peered through the window and saw her three least favorite Gryffindors, Hagrid and a baby dragon that looked as though it had just hatched. It was black with wings that were too small for its body and creepy orange eyes. She smirked and ran off to tell the others.

"How long do you think until they'll try to get rid of it?" Tracey asked.

"I'm not sure, most likely it will be soon though," Harrison told them. "You can't have a dragon unnoticed for too long, especially not once it starts to grow. Uncle Lucius said that one of Ron's older brother works with dragons, I'd bet my broomstick that Ron will write to him to pick it up. If any of you see him receive an owl, try to get the letter."

Another two weeks past until finally it was the beginning of March. Harrison was sitting with Graham Montague and Cameron Warrington laughing about how badly Hufflepuff beat Gryffindor in the latest quidditch match when Draco barged into the common room looking excited.

Harrison excused himself then walked over to his best friend. "What's up Draco? You never barge into the common room like that."

"I know when Weasley will be getting rid of the dragon," Draco said, pulling a piece of parchment from his pocket. "I heard from Terry that Weasley was in the hospital wing so I went to give my sincerest well wishes."

Harrison smirked, he knew that was code for he went to mock him.

"Pomfrey wouldn't just let me go in to the infirmary so I made up an excuse, saying I needed to borrow a book, and inside the book was a note from his brother. Can you believe the idiot left it in a book where anyone could find it?" Draco finished with an eye roll.

Harrison snorted, he could imagine the Gryffindor doing that. Harrison looked down at the parchment Draco handed him and read.

Dear Ron,

How are you? Thanks for the letter — I'd be glad to take the Norwegian Ridgeback, but it won't be easy getting him here. I think the best thing will be to send him over with some friends of mine who are coming to visit me next week. Trouble is, they mustn't be seen carrying an illegal dragon.

Could you get the Ridgeback up the tallest tower at midnight on Saturday?

They can meet you there and take him away while it's still dark.

Send me an answer as soon as possible.



"Naughty Gryffindor isn't he?" Harrison asked as he crumpled up the letter. "Now all we need to do is wait until Saturday and then we'll tell Gracelyn."

"Gracelyn?" Draco asked in surprise. "Why not just tell Sev now."

Harrison tossed the crumpled letter into the fireplace. "If we told Severus now he would go to Hagrid now, and if we told right before midnight McGonagall would find out it was us and assume we knew all along and just waited to get Ron and his friends into trouble. Which is true of course, but she doesn't need to know that. So on Saturday we'll tell Gracelyn, after all she is head girl. None of the older students go to bed until after midnight on Saturday's anyway."

Draco smirked. "I wonder how many points he'll lose for Gryffindor this time."

Saturday night Harrison and his friends sat in front of the roaring fire in the common room. Harrison would cast a tempus every five minutes and Draco would glance at Gracelyn who was talking with her friends on the opposite side of the room.

"It's time," Harrison said standing up and motioning for Draco to get up with him. "We'll be back in a minute." He told his other friends before walking to the other side of the common room. "Gracelyn, can we have a word?" Harrison asked the head girl.

Gracelyn looked up from a copy of Witch Weekly. "Of course Harrison, does this need to be in private?" She asked the two first years going into head girl mode.

"Yes, that would be preferred," Harrison replied.

"Alright," Gracelyn stood up and motioned Harrison and Draco to follow her. They stopped in front of a portrait of a dark forest. "What's going on?"

"We need you to go to Professor Snape," Harrison said, getting to the point. "Ronald Weasley and his friends have an illegal dragon and they're sneaking up to the astronomy tower at midnight to get rid of it."

Gracelyn waited for them to laugh or say that this was a joke, when they didn't she gave them an incredulous look. "A dragon?" She asked in disbelief. "I would expect something like this from Blaise, not the two of you." She looked at them disapprovingly.

"Look, Gracelyn, I know this sounds like total dragon dung but it's not," Harrison said firmly. "The bloody gamekeeper Hagrid got a dragon egg and Ron and his friends are sending it off to Ron's brother in Romania. I swear to you that we aren't lying."

Gracelyn looked between the two first years and pursed her lips, for a moment she reminded Harrison of McGonagall.

"Alright," Gracelyn said. "I'll go to Professor Snape," she gave them both a stern look, "but if the two of you are lying you'll both be in detention."

Harrison and Draco nodded before Gracelyn walked over to the common room exit.

"How'd she react?" Pansy asked once they were back with their friends.

"How would you react if two first years told you that three first years were helping the groundkeeper sneak an illegal dragon out of the castle?" Draco asked dryly.

Pansy blushed as she glared at Draco.

The next morning the Slytherins walked into the Great Hall in cheerful spirits, and upon seeing the Gryffindor hourglass their spirits rose even further. Yesterday, Gryffindor had three hundred and fifty points and today they were in the negative, one hundred and fifty black jewels filled the Gryffindor hourglass. The Great Hall was empty, Harrison made sure they were the first ones to enter so they could see everyone's reactions. He knew that they would be in trouble but he had a feeling this would be better than he first thought.

The first people to enter to hall were a group of fifth year Ravenclaws who didn't notice the hourglass at first until one abruptly stopped and pointed. Her friends looked up and Harrison saw all of their jaws drop. Harrison smirked and he wasn't the only one, his friends all wore either smirks or looks of triumph on their faces. Everyone else who entered the hall stopped to stare at the hourglass in disbelief, never before could anyone remember any house being in the negative let alone lose five hundred points in one night. The Gryffindors who walked in looked either furious or confused; Harrison assumed the story must not have got out yet. He saw a group of seventh year Gryffindors conversing as one angrily pointing to the hourglass.

"Who do I need to thank?" Anastasia asked with a wicked smirk.

"Pardon?" Harrison asked the fifth year.

"Gryffindor is in the negatives and for some reason I don't think it was those blasted Weasley twins who lost all those points," Anastasia said as she eyed Harrison and then her brother.

Blaise smirked at his sister before going back to his porridge. Harrison could practically feel smugness radiating from his friends as the Slytherins continued to speculate how their least favorite house lost five hundred points.

"Ron Weasley, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan tried to sneak a dragon up to the astronomy tower last night," Harrison said once the musings got annoying.

Everyone who heard Harrison stared at him in disbelief. Those who hadn't heard were being told by those who had and soon the entire Slytherin table was stunned silent.

"A dragon?" Anastasia demanded. "At Hogwarts?"

"Idiots," Alexander Dolohov sneered.

"That's dangerous," Violet said scandalized.

"Completely foolish," Odette said to her twin.

"They're Gryffindors," Leo drawled. "They're the very definition of reckless, foolish and idiotic."

By the time breakfast was over every student at Hogwarts had heard about the three first year Gryffindors who tried to sneak a dragon out of school. Everyone in Gryffindor looked furious and kept sending the three boys spiteful looks. Even the other three Weasleys looked angry, the oldest one Percy had stormed out of the hall. Gracelyn told Harrison that all three Gryffindors were given three weeks worth of detention with Filch and letters were sent home. The glaring and mutterings got so bad that the three boys left the Great Hall without finishing their breakfast.

All throughout the day the three Gryffindors were bullied by every house. The Gryffindors were furious that they were in the negatives, the Ravenclaws were angry that they could've been killed by a dragon and the Hufflepuffs were angry that now with the huge point drop Slytherin would win the house cup again. The Slytherins would clap every time one of them would walk past.

By the time dinner came the three boys were red with anger and sporting purple hair. Harrison could see the Weasley twins smirking and he made a mental note to introduce himself to them later. Harrison watched as a lone owl flew into the Great Hall carrying a red letter.

"Someone's got a howler," Leo said amused.


A ringing silence fell. The red envelope, which had dropped from Ron's hand, burst into flames and curled into ashes. Almost every student in the hall burst into laughter as Ron jumped up and ran from the hall, Dean and Seamus following behind him.

Draco snorted. "That must be embarrassing."

Harrison smirked. "I wasn't expecting that, not that I'm complaining, of course."

"Did you see him glare at you as he ran out?" Tracey asked Harrison.

"Yeah," Harrison replied. "He probably thinks I had something to do with him getting caught."

"You did," Blaise smirked.

"I know that and you know that," Harrison said innocently. "But he doesn't know that for sure and he never will."

"I wonder how long their hair will stay purple," Blaise asked as his laughter died down.

"I don't know," Harrison said as he watched the Weasley twins get up. "Come on, I want to introduce myself to them."

His friends followed his line of sight and Draco nearly choked on his pumpkin juice.

"What?" Blaise asked incredulously.

"I have a feeling that I should get to know them," Harrison said as he stood up.

His friends exchanged incredulous looks but followed him out of the hall. Harrison saw two heads of flaming red hair and followed them down a corridor.

"Hey," Harrison said in a carrying voice.

The two third years spun around and neither one hid their shock. They were both of average height with well built bodies from playing quidditch. They were identical down to their last freckle, from their short red hair to their light brown eyes.

"Well if it isn't-" one began.

"Ickle Slytherin firsties," the other one finished.

Harrison raised an eye brow while Draco and Leo both sneered. He heard Blaise snort and Theo let out an amused sound.

"Ickle firsties huh?" Harrison repeated. "How creative." The twins exchanged looks. "I'm Harrison Riddle," he held out his hand, "and these are my best friends." He named all of his friends as the first twin eyed his hand warily. Harrison rolled his eyes. "It's just a hand."

The second twin shook his hand and when nothing happened the first one followed suit.

"Sorry but we can never," the first twin spoke.

"Be too careful-"

"Especially with Slytherins," the first twin finished.

"I'm George Weasley," the first twin said.

"And I'm Fred Weasley-"

"Also known as-"

"Forge and Gred."

Harrison's lips twitched as the Weasley twins grinned cheekily. "I just wanted to congratulate you on your brothers purple hair."

Fred smirked. "We thought it suited him-"

"Quite well."

"Do you two always finished each others sentences?" Blaise asked amusedly.

"Yes." The twins answered in unison.

"Are you two not close with your brother?" Harrison inquired, pretending to not care about the answer.


"Ronnikins has always-"

"Been too different from us."

"And he doesn't-"

"Appreciate our pranking."

Harrison exchanged a look with a smirking Draco before looking back at the red headed twins.

"Well then we have something in common," Harrison said. "I can't stand your brother."

"What are-"

"You suggesting?"

Harrison smirked. "What is your brothers greatest fear?"

Fred and George grinned from ear to ear. "Spiders."

"Spiders?" Blaise snorted. "Very frightening."

Before anyone could comment an annoying voice yelling caught their attention.

"Why are you talking to them?" Cormac demanded as he walked up the corridor. "They're the competition!" The curly haired second years face was red as he stopped in front of the Slytherins. "What are you trying to do? Find out our quidditch secrets?"

Blaise covered up a laugh with a cough as Leo rolled his eyes and put on an air of boredom.

"Seriously, McLaggen?" Harrison asked incredulously. "We were just talking."

"Slytherins don't just talk," Cormac snapped.

Harrison narrowed his eyes. "I would shut your mouth if I were you."

"Or what?" Cormac asked smugly. "I'm a second year."

"Oh no," Blaise said in mock fear. "Not a second year."

The Weasley twins snickered as Cormac went redder.

"Are you siding with them?" Cormac demanded of the Weasley twins.

"Over you?" George asked.

"Yes." They answered in unison.

Cormac looked furious as he spun around and stormed down the hall. Harrison blinked twice before what just happened fully registered. Was Cormac serious? He didn't know whether to laugh or send the Gryffindor to St Mungo's for a mental evaluation. That was the most random argument, if you could even call it that, that he'd ever been a part of.

"That was," Harrison began but stopped because he didn't even know what to say. Instead he looked up at the Weasley twins. "Thanks for the information on your brother."


"Young Slytherins."

"We have a feeling-"

"This is the beginning of an-"

"Amazing friendship."

Harrison and his friends were talking about quidditch in the Potions classroom when the Gryffindors entered. A red faced Ron stormed over to their table flanked by Dean and Seamus. All of their robes were disheveled like they got dressed in a hurry and their eyes had bags underneath them.

"Malfoy," Ron spat. "Which one of you did it?"

Draco raised a blonde eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?"

"I know one of you told the professors about the dragon," Ron explained through clenched teeth.

Draco grinned widely. "Oh yes, the soon to be infamous illegal dragon."

Harrison was watching the exchange closely, he saw Ron's hands clench and unclench. Dean's eyes were blazing with anger and Seamus looked annoyed.

"I knew it!" Ron shrieked causing the other Gryffindors to look at them.

"What's going on?" Neville asked frowning as he took his seat next to Harrison.

"None of your business you traitor," Ron snapped.

Neville flushed and flinched slightly.

"Don't talk to him that way Ronald," Harrison said coolly.

Ron rounded on him. "And you!" Harrison looked at him inquiringly. "I know you're up to something! No one would voluntarily partner with Longbottom especially not a Slytherin."

"Neville is my friend," Harrison said, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.

"Slytherins don't have friends," Ron said as if he knew something they didn't. "My dad told me that all Slytherins actually have are alliances."

The room was silent and the temperature dropped, you can feel a breeze rush through the room. Harrison felt his magic begin to swirl around and he pushed it down before he did something Dumbledore would expel him for. He could see that Draco was seething and he knew he was going to say something, Draco had always had a temper. He saw Leo stare coldly at Ron and was thankful that some of his friends could control themselves.

"We have friends," Draco snapped. "More friends than you anyway."

"Draco," Leo cut in. "Ignore the little weasel, his family is nothing but a bunch of muggle lovers."

"And your family is full of nothing but bigots who marry their cousins," Ron snarled.

Faster than anyone could blink ten wands were pointed at Ron.

"Say that again," Cass said, venom dripping from every syllable.

"It's the truth," Ron said as he pulled out his wand, the core was poking out. "Your parents are probably bowing to You-Know-Who right now!"

Ten hexes went soaring to Ron when a giant transparent shield appeared in front of the Gryffindors.

"Weasley!" Snape roared. "Thirty points for what you just said and you can add another weeks worth of detention to your schedule." He glared at the other two Gryffindors. "Thirty points from each of you for not stopping him and you can also add a weeks of detention for both of you."

"They tried to hex me!" Ron yelled. "They should get a detention."

Snape looked so deadly Harrison thought a basilisk would wince. "After what you said I don't blame them." He stopped three feet from them. "Now sit down."

The three red faced boys stomped to their usual seats.

Draco was seething, Leo's eyes were burning with hate and Blaise looked like he wanted to kill them with his bare hands. Theo's eyes were narrowed as he watched their retreating backs and Daphne was holding Cass' arm in warning.

"I'm going to enjoy watching him die," Cass hissed quietly.

Harrison looked at Snape who gave him a small nod. Harrison knew why Snape blocked the hexes, he heard what Cass and Leo had yelled. Ron would've been severely injured and the ten of them would've been expelled. He knew Dumbledore would see to it for hurting the son of a family that's important to the Order. Harrison opened up his book to the page on the board as he watched Draco from the corner of his eye. He wanted to make sure his best friend didn't do anything stupid. Draco had always been one to do something stupid when he was angry, it reminded Harrison of a Gryffindor but he wasn't going to tell him that.

Halfway through the lesson Harrison glanced back at a still angry looking Ron. An idea formed in his head, he didn't just want Ron to die when the time came he wanted him to suffer first. Images of Fred and George popped into his head and he decided that he needed them on his side. He hated their older brother Percy but he wouldn't mind having him join their side, after all he was extremely smart. Having his brothers join the dark would infuriate Ron and crush his parents. It wouldn't be enough but it would be enough until he could torture Ron to the brink of insanity before finally ending his life. He smiled to himself and begun to stir his potion.

The Slytherin common room was louder than Harrison could ever remember it being. All of the serious, stuffy, and usually pretentious students of Slytherin house were scattered all around the common room dancing and cheering while the older students were downing shots of firewhiskey. A group of sixth year girls were dancing on one of the large tables normally used for studying. The normally proper Violet was making out in a corner with Evan and the Warrington twins were singing loudly with the other second years. Marcus was sitting on a magically enlarged chair with two fourth years Ebony Clayworth and Scarlett Lowe sitting on his lap. Ebony was bobbing her head to the music, her black hair flying in every direction while Scarlett handed the quidditch captain shots.

Harrison was grinning like a five year old who just got a new toy as Lucian Bole handed him a large silver cup. Earlier that day Slytherin beat Ravenclaw, three hundred and twenty to seventy and won the quidditch cup for the sixth year in a row. The Slytherin seventh years procured sweets and butterbeer for the younger students and fire whiskey for the older ones. There were drunk students staggering around the room and couples groping each other on the couches. Gracelyn was trying to get the students who were all over each other to tone it down for the first years but most of them were too drunk to listen. She ended up hexing Adam Rivers and Morgan Chambers when she saw the latter snake her hand down Adam's pants.

"There are first and second years in here," Gracelyn scolded the pair who looked sheepish.

The first and second years however didn't mind, they were used to couples making out and making crude jokes on normal days. Harrison saw Blaise smirking as a pair of fourth years snuck down to the dorms, the girls blouse half unbuttoned.

"Blaise is a perv in the making," Theo said offhandedly.

Blaise smirked. "What can I say? I was never under the impression that girls had cooties."

Harrison soon found out from his father that the dragon egg Hagrid had was given to him by a Death Eater in disguise. The plan was to get Hagrid fired, but unfortunately that didn't work because Dumbledore covered for him. Harrison was also informed of Luna's positive progress in her lessons.

Harrison was positively giddy when the Daily Prophet reported Death Eater attacks three days in a row towards the end of the year. All in all two aurors were killed, nine were injured and Ministry obliviators had dozens of muggles that need to be obliviated. On the down side, one death eater was killed in the attacks by an auror named Kingsley Shacklebolt. According to his father the man is very talented and also a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

Much to Ron's anger, and the Slytherin first years amusement, Harrison had become friends with the Weasley twins. He hadn't used Ron's greatest fear against him yet but he had been glad the twins told him. They were willing to tell him anything he asked about his brother, it was obvious there was no love lost between them. He had been pleasantly surprised at the devious and somewhat cruel nature of the twins. They never meant for their pranks to seriously hurt anyone but when they did hurt someone they didn't seem to care. Even Draco had grown to become slightly fond of the twins, not that he'd admit it out loud.

The week before exams the Slytherin common room was quieter than normal. Most of the seventh and fifth years were never in the common room because they were either in the library or in their dorm rooms for quiet. When they would come into the common room they would snap if someone spoke loudly or dared to ask a question. The other years were studying but not as much since they didn't have NEWTs or OWLs.

Harrison knew all of the material so instead of studying for the exams he read books his father sent him or helped his friends. He spent hours trying to help Pansy remember dates they learned in History of Magic. Jenna needed help in Herbology but no matter how much she studied she was horrible at the subject. Surprisingly Neville helped Jenna in the subject and she helped him practice proper wand movements for Charms.

When exams began they had been given special new quills, which had been bewitched with an Anti-cheating spell. Harrison had been told by Fred and George that they do indeed work, he didn't bother asking them how they knew.

They had practical exams as well. Professor Flitwick called them one by one into his class to see if they could make a pineapple tap dance across a desk. Professor McGonagall watched them turn a mouse into a snuffbox — points were given for how pretty the snuffbox was, but taken away if it had whiskers. Snape made everyone, except the Slytherins, nervous as they tried to brew a forgetfulness potion. Their very last exam was History of Magic. One hour of answering questions about batty old wizards who'd invented self-stirring cauldrons and they'd be free, free for a whole wonderful week until their exam results came out.

"That was much easier than I thought it'd be," Hermione said happily.

Cass rolled her eyes but at a look from Harrison didn't say anything.

"What are your plans for the summer Hermione?" Harrison asked as he led his friends to the lake.

"My parents and I are going to Italy," Hermione said excitedly. "We're going to go to all the museums and try real Italian food."

"How exciting," Draco said in mock interest.

Hermione either didn't notice his tone or ignored it as she continued to talk about what her family had planned.

"You must visit the manor," Harrison said once she was done talking.

Harrison's best friends looked at him with undisguised shock and incredulity. He could've sworn Draco's eyes were going to bug out of his head and he didn't know if Pansy could get any more pale. He was going to make a joke about them looking very un-Slytherin but decided not to. He could tell they were all thinking that his father wouldn't allow it but he knew he would, albeit grudgingly if it was to sway someone to their side. He internally smirked as he knew what would make them even more shocked.

"I'll invite Neville and the Weasley twins as well," Harrison added with a smile.

Draco choked on air and Theo absentmindedly slapped his back. Harrison smiled at his friends and he saw Blaise's disbelief turn into amusement.

The day before they were to return home the exam results were posted. As expected Harrison was the number one in his year with Daphne as number two. Draco came in third followed by Leo, and much to her annoyance Hermione came in fifth. Cass, Theo, Blaise, Terry Boot and Padma Patil rounded out the top ten. The Slytherins enjoyed rubbing the fact that seven out of ten of the top spots for the first years were held by Slytherins. Ron and Ernie Macmillan would both turn red with anger when it was brought up.

The night of the leaving feast arrived and Harrison and his friends made their way to the great hall in good spirits. It was decked out in the Slytherin colors of green and silver to celebrate Slytherin's winning the house cup for the sixth year in a row. A huge banner showing the Slytherin serpent covered the wall behind the High Table. Gryffindor house was sulking and shooting glares at the three first years who caused them to be in last place in regards to points, they were barely out of the negatives.

Harrison and his friends sat chatting about their summer plans until Dumbledore stood up looking less jovial than usual. Harrison couldn't blame him, he'd be miserable if he had been the one to lose a priceless stone and have a teacher go missing out from under his nose. The hall fell silent as Dumbledore rose a hand to draw everyones attention.

"Another year gone!" Dumbledore said as his eyes twinkled slightly. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were, you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts. Now, as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with one hundred points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-eight and Slytherin, four hundred and ninety-two. Slytherin wins the house cup!"

A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin table; Draco was banging his goblet on the table. Leo and Blaise both wore smug expressions while Jenna cheered loudly in Harrison's ear. Harrison saw Ron glaring at them from the Gryffindor table so he raised his goblet and winked in a mock toast, Ron turned beat red and turned around. Harrison smirked and went back to cheering.

The next morning their wardrobes were empty, their trunks were packed, Neville's toad was found lurking in a corner of the toilets; notes were handed out to all students, warning them not to use magic over the holidays ("I always hope they'll forget to give us these," said Fred Weasley sadly); Hagrid was there to take them down to the fleet of boats that sailed across the lake; they were boarding the Hogwarts Express; talking and laughing as the countryside became greener and tidier; eating Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans as they sped past Muggle towns; pulling off their wizard robes and putting on jackets and coats; pulling into platform nine and three-quarters at King's Cross Station.

Harrison stepped off the train and hugged his girl friends and goodbye and told the boys he'd see them soon. Hermione almost squeezed the air from his lungs and Fred clapped his back so hard he almost went flying forward and he would've if he hadn't been trained to catch himself.

"Dragon," Narcissa called and Harrison saw Draco's cheeks tinge pink.

"Don't say anything," Draco said sharply.

Harrison smirked. "I wasn't going to."

"I missed you all so much," Narcissa said as she hugged Draco.

"Hello father," Harrison said smiling.

Tom returned the gesture. "Harrison, do you have everything?" Harrison nodded.

"Hello," Luna said in a dreamy voice.

"Hi Luna," Harrison said as the blonde pulled him into a hug.

Bellatrix turned from Leo to hug Harrison. "My little snake, Riddle Manor has been less interesting without you."

"No one to help you torment Wormtail?" Harrison asked innocently.

Bella's eyes lit up with twisted excitement. "Oh I wouldn't say that."

Luna grinned and Harrison felt his lips tug at the corner.

"I'm so proud," Harrison said as he let his lips form a smirk.

"As endearing as this conversation is we must be going," Tom said as he held out his arm. "Lucius, I will see you tomorrow morning at six, don't be late."

Lucius inclined his head. "Of course not."

"Bye Draco," Harrison said. "I'll see you tomorrow Leo, Cass."

Cass hugged Harrison before pulling away. "Hex Wormtail for me."

"My pleasure," Harrison grinned as he grabbed his fathers arm.

Luna grabbed Harrison's hand and the three of them apparated away.


1-Tom/Voldemort has an image, that of a rich philanthropist. Only Dumbledore and his Death Eaters know it's Voldemort. His thoughts on Luna's guardianship will be shown later.

2-I know that over Christmas Tom asked about Hermione even though Bellatrix had told him about her courtesy of her kids. He asked because he wanted to hear it from Harrison.

3-The Philosopher's Stone will be mentioned/used.

4-I know first year wasn't very long but at eleven you can't do much.

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