Lady Of The Moon

A couple weeks had passed since the start of term and if she were being honest, Amaris was having the time of her life at Hogwarts. Anything was better than that god forsaken orphanage. 

Her classes were going great, well... maybe except DADA. She spent those lessons sitting at the back of classroom shooting silent tripping jinxes at Lockhart and plotting ways to get away with murder. 

Potions was okay, Snape had stopped staring at her each lesson and began to completely ignore her. Though he did meet her gaze a few times, and whenever that happened his face always contorted up into an unidentifiable expression. If Amris didn't know better, she'd say he looked constipated. 

The slytherins didn't like her. She knew that for sure. But amris decided that as long as their dislike didn't get physical, she didn't give a fuck. Malfoy and his goons seemed to stay out of it all though, choosing to just ignore while the other Slytherin students would sneer at her when she walked past. 

On her third day at Hogwarts, the second year girls cornered her in an empty corridor and demanded to know where she was sleeping, seeing as she hadn't been staying in the second year dorms. Amris didn't want to give up her title as Lady slytherin, and instead just told them to mind their own business. When they didn't let up, Amris punched A girl named Pansy Parkinson in the nose and walked off. They hadn't cornered her again. 

Amaris had made little to no progress in the evil diary department, much to her displeasure. She made sure to write to Tom Riddle everyday but Amris was yet to actually get anywhere with it. She was being extremely careful not to allow the diary to soak up her soul, and kept her occlumancy at 100% whenever she was near it. Amris wrote to him about her lessons and how much she wanted to drown Lockhart, but all  he gave back were generic responses that were lacking in substance. 

And so Amris decided she needed to give more to gain more. She needed to find a common ground between herself and Riddle for him to open up to her even a tiny amount.

It was a Friday at 9:30pm as She sat on her cozy bed with the Diary in her lap. The calming green light coming in from the windows danced across its yellowing pages as Amris wrote

"Tell me about yourself, Riddle"

"what would you like to know, darling?"

"Anything. I seem to always be the one talking about myself, and it's getting quite annoying"

He didn't reply.

"What was your childhood like?"

Amris asked.

The diaries magic seemed to hum in contemplation before he gave a reluctant response.

"I grew up in a muggle orphanage. It was horrid."

"So did I, actually. It was also rather horrid"

And so the two went on to share their 

experiences as magical children living in an orphanage. Amaris told Tom about the matron locking her in the damp basement for days on end and Tom told Amaris about the children bullying him for being a 'freak'.

"Are you a muggleborn? Since you grew up in a muggle orphanage" 

Amaris asked.

"Merlin no. My mother was a pathetic near-squib, but a pureblooded descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and my father was a disgusting muggle"

Riddle wrote back with so much distain that the dairy was literally vibrating.

Amris took in the new information and almost laughed at the irony. The great Dark lord Voldemort, No1 advocate for blood purity, was a halfblood? It was hilarious!

She dipped her quill into her ink pot and pressed it to the paper.

"I'm a halfblood too. It seems we have a few things in common."

She nibbled on the end of her quill in thought before continuing 

"You're a descendant of Slytherin? Does that mean you can speak parseltongue? I've read it runs in the bloodline"

"Yes... I indeed speak the language of the serpents. Why do you ask, my darling?"

"Is there any way someone not descended from Slytherin could be a parselmouth?"

"No, I don't believe so. Is there a reason you're so curious about this topic?"

Amris wasn't sure what to say. She knew she wasn't a descendant of Slytherin, yet she could speak to snakes. There had to be a reason, and if she wanted more information then she had to tell Riddle. It's not like it could do much damage, shed destroy the diary before he got a chance to do anything with the knowledge she let slip.

"I'm a parselmouth, but have no relation to your bloodline"

"Are you truly a parselmouth, Amris?" Was his quick response.

"Yeah, I really am. I've been trying to figure out how why I can but I've come up with nothing. There are no books about it in the School library"

Tom was shocked to find out that this young girl was a parselmouth, if she truly wasn't his relative. The girl had spoken to him everyday for the past while, and other than her immensely powerful occlumency, there was nothing interesting about her.  Sure, writing to her was better than sitting and watching his memories repeat over and over again, but this girl hadn't seemed like anything special up until now.   

He knew he wasn't going to be able to posses her anytime soon, but this new information gave him another option. If she was truly a parselmouth, she would be able to open the chamber without her body being in his control. Sure, he might not be able to use her as means to resurrect himself, but if he manipulated her enough... he doubted he wouldn't be able to get her at his beck and call. She could bring him another body to use. He just needed to play his cards right, and the first step in that was to make her resent those who opposed him.

He wrote

 "when I went to school, there was a professor named Dumbledore. Do you know him? He taught Transfiguration. Dumbledore hates Slytherins such as us. He also hates me for being a Parselmouth—he thinks people like you and me are evil. I believe he removed all books about it from the school"

"I wouldn't put that past good ol' Dumbledore. Oh I know him, alright. Probably more than anyone else, though he isn't too happy about that. Did you know that he was in a relationship with the dark lord Grindelwald in his youth? I think it's quite funny"

Tom didn't quite know what to say. He hadn't known that, and now that he did, he quite wished he didn't. The mental image wasn't pretty.  So, she knew him better than anyone else? Did that mean they were close? That would hinder his plans quite a bit. 

"Well... that is most ironic, considering his view of dark wizards. Dare I ask how you know this?"

"I might have viciously assaulted his mind in order to gain blackmail material. He isn't very pleased, but he's too wary of me to tell anyone"

Tom was astonished.

"You used legilimancy on Albus Dumbledore?" 

"Only because he tried to use it on me. And he's the fucker who blocked all of my magic and sent me to that muggle hell hole. If anything, he should have seen it coming"

How in salazars name had she gotten through Dumbledores Occlumancy barriers? It just should be possible. Tom was exceedingly talented in the mind arts, and even he had never managed to break into Dumbledores mind.  Maybe Amris Potter-Black wasn't as ordinary as he had thought.

"I see, I would be exceedingly mad if he had attempted to look inside of my head too. However I'm a little bit confused, what do you mean he blocked your magic?"

"The night my parents were murdered, he took me to gringotts and had the goblins block essentially all of my magic. He also completely wiped my memory."

"Why would he wipe your memory, from what I've gathered, you were a mere infant. You couldn't have remembered anything anyways"

Tom asked 

"My memory is essentially eidetic, I can even remember being born. I think he wiped my memory because he knew I would remember him if his plans fell through. Unlucky for him that his plans did indeed fail and I regained my memory"

"Yes, how unlucky"

Tom wasn't sure what to think. The girl was a parseltongue,  incredibly strong at the mind arts and had such a powerful memory that she could remember own birth? It was outrageously impossible yet he believed every word she wrote.  

And then a thought hit him. She knew about the Chamber of Secrets, perhaps that was due to her looking through Dumbledores memory. If she had seen anything about the chamber in his mind, then she undoubtedly knew it had been him who opened it.  After all, Dumbledore knew Tom had been the perpetrator, He just couldn't find any evidence.  

And the first thing Amris had wore in the dairy had been about the chamber of secrets. 

She had to have known.

"Darling, I can't help but feel you are hiding something from me"

"What do you mean, Riddle?" She wrote back

"The chamber of secrets. You know who opened it, don't you?" He questioned.

Amaris wasn't entirely sure where Tom wanted this conversation to go, but she  knew she could get something out of it. She could convince him she was doing this as revenge on Dumbeldore, she could convince him she was on his side

"I do, and I'd like your help to open it once again so I can get my revenge"

"Well isn't it your lucky day, my darling"

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