In Nobis

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake Mutt... Must you have such a repugnant taste in decor?” Voldemort booted a plush lion into the corner, while grimacing at the garish golds and reds that covered Hara’s nursery from top to bottom.

“Hara is the descendant of two of the most Gryffindor sorcerers to ever live. They were brave, true, and… “Sirius’s voice cracks. “ If she can’t be raised by them, I’ll act as the best substitute I can!”

“And you intend to make her the lights darling by blinding her with distasteful furnishings?” The Dark Lord's face distorted into one of displeasure. “By all means, continue Black… I’m sure she will be disenfranchised with you lot as a whole by the time she’s four. Maybe I can give her the dark mark earlier. She might even ask for it.” His voice held an amused lilt, and the raise of his sculpted brow added to the annoyance pulsing the Sirius’s veins.

“Oh please, do give me more parenting advice Lord Voldemort. Maybe if I sent the killing curse hurtling towards her I may understand her more!” The grim animagus spat. Pushing down the fear of not being able to do right by Hara. To not be able to even come close to be filling the shoes of Lily and James.

“Manners mutt…” There was a flash of white, and Sirius was staring down the tip of the Dark Lords bone white Yew wand.

“Dadda! Dadda!!!”

Voldemort heard Hara running down the hallway, sounding upset and angry, while heavier footsteps trailed after her.

“Hara! Cub! Come back here! I said I’m sorry… you can have him back after you finish your meal darling…” Lupin was pleading with the toddler.

The outraged little one-and-a-half year old pushed her nursery door open the rest of the way and ran into Voldemort’s leg.

“Dadda! Want sghetti! Moony took!” Hara looked up at Voldemort an angry but pleading look, while Remus and Sirius grimaced at hearing Hara call her father's murderer dad.

“You took her lunch, wolf? If you’re hungry, I believe I have some prisoners in the dungeon you can devour.” Voldemort levitated Hara into his arms.

“Of bloody course not! Why would I take my goddaughters food? She wants that thrice damned snake! I explained to her that she has to eat her meal first!” Lupin said, running his hand through his hair and putting his hands on his hips while staring at Hara giving him an appraising look while in Voldemort’s arms.

Sirius picked up the lion plushy that the Dark Lord has kicked just moments ago and presented it to Hara. Hoping that she would take this as a middle ground. But to no avail. The little girl ignored the lion and grabbed Lord Blacks face between both her hands.

“No pafoot. Not lion, sghetti!” She said slowly. Trying to annunciate it as clearly as a one year old could.

Voldemort disguised a laugh as a cough. “Even your goddaughter thinks your slow, mutt…”

Even Lupin couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter.

“Little one. You must eat. I will not allow you to grow weak. Now why will you not eat your food?” Voldemort held Hara at a distance so he could look into her eyes.

“Can’t Dadda… It’s sghetti… bwood! No eat sghettis!” Her bottom lip quivered. Images of her little snake draped around her shoulder as she sat in her high chair passed through Voldemort’s mind. Hara picked up a noodle with marinara sauce out of her bowl and looked at “Sghetti” and immediately dropped it and shrieked.

Voldemort pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. “How is it possible that you two are so incredibly moronic?” He summoned the pet snake from Remus’s hand. “Tilli!” The Dark Lord called.

“Master Tilli is ready to serve you master.” An elf shorter than usual popped into the room and bowed deeply.

“Tilli, bring small sandwiches for the child, maybe some berries, and milk. Go. Now.”

In a puff of smoke the little elf popped away.

The adults waited in silence. Voldemort staring both Sirius and Remus down intently, while Hara put “Sghetti” the snake on her head. Voldemort shifted Hara into one arm. He snapped his fingers, and the offensive red faded from the walls into a tasteful cream. He picked up an embroidered gryffindor pillow and it burst into flames. He transfigured the ash into a plush white pillow.

“What color do you like little one. Blue, pink, green, purple, yell-“

“Bwue!” Hara excitedly said. Voldemort obliging by turning her pillow a sky blue.

“Gween!” Hara pointed at a golden pillow with a snitch fluttering about. “Hmm… buffly?” She gave the Dark Lord a curious look. He sighed but transfigured that pillow into a light green with an animated yellow butterfly.

“More! More!” She cheered. But was interrupted by the elf popping back in with the requested food.

Voldemort summoned Hara’s spaghetti from the other room, let Hara look at it, then shoved it towards Sirius. Her lip began to tremble again upon seeing the contents of the bowl.

“Sghetti!!!” She wailed, clutching her little snake to her chest.

“Are you too that thick that you don’t understand?” The sixteen looking year old Dark Lord tapped his foot.

“Since you two imbeciles clearly have one brain cell between the two of you, I’ll explain. For my Horcruxes health, and my ever waning patience. She thinks they’re snakes you idiots! She is an overly imaginative toddler. If you upset her even more I’m surprised she wouldn’t have a bout of accidental magic and they actually turned into little snakes! And you exasperate the situation by taking the snake from her? Why I’m sure she was convinced you were going to make a meal out of it! Your moronic flea bitten half breed.” He chastised.

Voldemort angrily tossed the meal out of the elf’s hands and into Lupins hands. “Since I seem to have to spell everything out for you, feed her this. And get rid of the rest of this offensive decor. I have business to attend to.” He placed Hara into her crib and turned to walk away, but paused in the doorway. “On second thought… Nagini… Come forth…”

A snake that was well over 12 feet in length, and thicker that a man's thigh slithered into the room.

“Nagini is here massster…” the snake hissed.

“This child is like you Nagini… She holds a piece of me inside her. Watch over her while I’m away, and be are no harm befalls her… nip at the heels of these mongrels if you believe they are not properly taking care of Hara…” the Dark Lord instructed his familiar.

“‘ Nagini will keep the hatchling safe… but master your magic is no longer within me… I felt it leave a few moons ago…” the giant snake flicked its tongue in the air. “The hatchling still tastes of your magic… curious though… she tastes like nearly the same snake as you… Nagini thinks she may be your-“

“Enough Nagini… watch the child. We will speak later.”

And with that being said, Voldemort disapparated away.

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Voldemort walks into Gringotts bank. He pauses and looks around for just a moment, everything was normal. People walked beside him without faltering even for a moment, when before, even if they thought they saw him in the shadows it would cause a mass panic. Being in his sixteen year old form once more gave him a new freedom.

He made his way to a goblin sat behind a tall desk.

Without looking away from the goblins papers, the little creature spoke. “How may I be of assistance Mr..?”

“Tom Riddle. I wish to take an inheritance test.”

The goblin led him into a private room where he conducted the test. The creatures eyes squinted and enlarged after seeing the results.But of course, Voldemort already knew what to expect. He now was officially Lord of house Blishwick, house Urquart, house Alton, house Killick, house Gaunt, house Ravenclaw, and House Slytherin.

“That’s quite a pedigree Lord… Which of your titles do you wish to have as ruling title for your inherited houses?” The Goblin asked politely.

“I wish to be addressed as Lord Slytherin.” The Dark Lord responded.

Seven rings appeared on the desk. The goblin gathered them in his bony and long fingered hands and blew into them. He then offered Voldemort a ring with the house crests of the six other houses gathered around the Slytherin crest.

“Under normal circumstances inheritance tests go by completely unnoticed, though all findings are made public. However… considering you now own the Lordships of the ancient and noble houses of Ravenclaw and Slytherin, I feel as though I should warn you that this will cause a major stir across all of magic Great Britain, and maybe even the magical world as a whole.” The creature said with a very business like tone.

Voldemort sat back in his chair, crossing his legs and nodded once. Giving a feigned sigh of resignation he asked, “I have realized as much. But I do appreciate your concern… Could you estimate how long I have until this is made public?”

“It is already public Lord Slytherin. As soon as the results appear for an inheritance test, a copy appears at the ministry. I believed a full twenty minutes has elapsed since. So I would imagine news has already reached the ears of the Daily profit.”

“I see… From the results of today, it seems as though I have a lot of houses to study and affairs to attend to. I bid you good day… Mr..?” Voldemort said politely.

“Nagnok, Lord Slytherin. My name is Nagnok.” The goblin replied.

“A pleasure then Nagnok.” He shook the little beasts hand and left the private room.

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Voldemort walked out of Gringotts, turning his Lordship ring with his thumb.

“It’s time to watch what will surely be a spectacular firework show…” he said to himself before apparating to Malfoy Manor.

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Malfoy was waiting for him along with Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Bellatrix Lestrange, Severus Snape, Barty Crouch Jr., Fenrir Greyback, Antonin Dolohov, Nott Sr., and Rosier Sr. in the dining hall of Malfoy Manor bickering and accusing each other of failures and acts that would cause their Lord to call a meeting of the inner circle, some were already scheming of what raid their Lord was going to order, and Bellatrix was accusing Severus of disloyalty.

Upon Apparating to the Manor he quickly transfigured his clothing into that of a robe he wore before his body was restored and drew the hood up to cover his face. He strode through the grand hall of the manor and wandlessly burst open the large doors to the Malfoys dining hall. The room of Death Eaters went as silent as a shadow. Not one of them even took a breath upon seeing their hooded Lord. The Dark Lord said nothing as he made his way to the grand chair at the head of the long table. His steps so fluid it gave the illusion that he was floating.

Voldemort settled himself in the chair, sitting up straight while twirling his Yew wand between his gloved hands.

“Sit.” He demanded.

The screeching of chairs was followed by another bout of anxious quiet.

“Crucio!” Voldemort cast lazily on the fourth rotation of his bone white wand in hand

A feral red flash of light slammed into the chest of Rosier Sr.  That had him thrashing out of his chair and crashing into the floor in violent seizures. After a minute the spell was caught off. The only sound in the room was the elevated heartbeats of all the Death Eaters hoping not to incur the wrath of their Lord.

“Do any of you… doubt me?” He questioned with an all too pleased lilting of his voice that further chilled the members of his inner circle.

“No? Not one of you doubt the power, skill, and knowledge of your Lord?” Voldemort stood from his chair and raised his hand to keep the Death Eaters sitting. His steps once giving him the appearance of levitation now we’re more the steps of a beast stalking its prey, every step measured and eerily silent. “Not one little shred of doubt, or perhaps challenge for the throne?” Voldemort stopped abruptly next to Fenrir Greyback’s chair. He seized the hulk of a man's face between his long gloves fingers. “What about you, beast? Do you understand who your alpha is?” Fenrir didn’t dare make eye contact with his master and immediately cast his eyes downward. Voldemort roughly released the mans face and a deep mocking chuckle erupted from the Dark Lords chest. He then took his seat once more at the head of the table. “Good… Now that we have that taken care of. I have news for you all that is worthy of a grand celebration…” and with that Voldemort Flicked his hood off revealing his young but roguishly handsome face.

Gasps erupted from around the room with the exclusion of Lucius, who knew of his Lords appearance beforehand, and Severus, who could steel his expression through a hurricane. The eyes of Bellatrix glazed over in what could only be an expression of admiration and lust, and Barty was wearing a mad smile across his face.

“As you can see my body has been fully restored… My magical core has grown by a third or more. I suggest you all pick your neandrathalic jaws off the table so we can move onto more pressing business…” his sapphire and electric blue eyes locked on all of them. “I appear to be younger, that much is obvious. But trust that my magic is still as potent as ever. If you recall days ago I went to exterminate the Potter child because a prophecy came forth that she would be a weapon that could be wielded to bring about my death. I come to you happily saying that the threat no longer exists.”

The room erupted in cheers of blood traitors, spawn of mudblood filth, and a mad laugh from Bellatrix Lestrange that reverberated in everyone’s ears and grated on the nerves of both Severus, and Lucius. Voldemort lifted his hand to silence his inner circle.

“James and Lily Potter are dead. The Daily Prophet is wrong. Their daughter, Hara Potter is not missing. She is under my care. And by extension, yours. You see, my body being restored, and my increase in power was a gift from none other than the being prophesied to kill me. As such, she will remain alive. And unharmed. You will treat her as well as any of the children of Death Eaters and better. You will protect her, and your children will protect her. I believe she will be instrumental in the larger war to come.” Voldemort started with absolutely no room for argument. “In addition Remus Lupin, and Lord Black have also joined our ranks as secondary caretakers for the child. Any discipline the require is to be left to me, and me alone. I also want to address a change of tactic… my body being restored has opened new horizons for us. I now can walk around freely without causing mass hysteria, panic, and bloodshed. Voldemort will very much be alive, and active. But me… I will resume my life as Tom Riddle, as Lord Slytherin. When we are in public that is how I will be addressed. My pursuits will become more political, and Voldemort will help me in my endeavors my creating pandemonium in the right places. However. The two must remain autonomous from each other. There must be no correlation, no one trying to connect the dots. As such, I’ve devised a plan…”

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The Ancient and Noble Houses of Ravenclaw, and Slytherin have been claimed!

A young man by the name of Thomas Marvolo Riddle. Along with several other ancient houses and titles long thought extinct. He has chosen the title of Lord Slytherin ruling.  Who is this man? What will he bring to the Wizarding world? Him having titles of one of the founders house would entitle him Head Warlock on the board of governors for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but him having two? The bylaws haven’t been brought up in ages because we have long thought all four lines extinct. But this could give Lord Slytherin complete Lordship over Hogwarts as a whole. The board of governors would be disbanded completely? Lord Slytherin, if you are reading this we would love to interview you and to hear your future plans. If anyone has any information about Lord Slytherin, also known as Thomas Marvolo Riddle, you know where to send your owl!

-Rita Skeeter

The Daily prophet burst into flames in Dumbledore’s hand. The candles lit around his office now burned like a jet engine.

In a flash he was through the floo network to summon the Order of The Phoenix.

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“Dumbledore… Do you know how absurd this sounds? The reports are coming in everywhere. He is a boy! We know what Voldemort looks like. And even with polyjuice, or a glamour they could not fool the goblins, nor could the fool an inheritance test!” Mr. Weasley tried to reason.

“There is only one Tom Marvolo Riddle, and he is Voldemort! I know it… there is no doubt in my mind Arthur…” Dumbledore countered.

“Albus… You know I’m more suspicious about this Lord Slytherin and that bloody gnome that’s always peaking in-“ Moody cast a stinging hex at Molly’s kitchen window, sending a small gnome flying out into the garden. “than perhaps all of you combined. But there might be another explanation Albus… you were fighting one dark lord back then already, are you certain you weren’t just a little off kilter and maybe latched onto a Slytherin boy who was suspiciously perfect?” Moody pointed out in his gravelly voice.

“I’ve seen him with my own eyes Dumbledore. I passed the man only hours ago. The Tom Riddle your describing would be over sixty years old! Maybe he’s a grandson, or son. Surely even if the Tom Riddle you knew so many years ago was in some way dark, you wouldn’t hold his children, or grandchildren in the same negative light you cast on that man?” Kingsley Shacklebolt argued.

“You haven’t even put eyes on the boy yourself, Albus…” Sirius holding the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You’re lucky Remus and I are even here after the stunt you pulled at the ministry. We are wasting time with this! We should be looking for Hara! She could be Merlin-knows-where, with Morgana-knows-who… Even if you don’t care about her well-being, considering you wanted to send her to live with the two lumps of the Dursleys, at least put a priority on finding her since she apparently is the answer in finally destroying Voldemort! Leave this to rest, and let us find Hara, my year old goddaughter!” Yelled an angry looking Lord Black.

“I agree with Sirius…” sighed a tired looking Remus. “We can’t afford to split our forces trying to look for two people. He is not our priority at the moment Dumbledore. You have to see that. He is no immediate threat. But the threat to my cub is ever looming. And everyday she’s gone-” he paused, his voice wavering. “We need her back alive Albus… now more than ever. After losing James and Lily, I can’t lose anyone else! Not her… I owe it to them. We all do.”

“If you all are too blind to see it, then I will find him myself!” Dumbledore yelled, standing up from his chair so fast it fell down.

“Albus…” Minnerva Mcgonagall cautioned a step towards him. And placing a reassuring hand on his elbow. “We will look into him. Just, now isn’t the time… besides this is a delicate situation, and I’m a little taken aback that you don’t understand that. With him being the rightful heir to both Ravenclaw and Slytherin houses, he nearly owns Hogwarts. You might find yourself working alongside him, or even possibly for him. Both of us might. Not to mention that with his other houses he has a minimum of seven seats on the Wizengamot. Potentially even more if other families left their seats to any of the family he is now Lord to… at this point it would be better to extend a hand to make him an ally. Or give the appearance of benevolence at the very least. There is no point in making an enemy of someone who will undoubtedly be a very influential person in the Wizarding world. Especially when we haven’t even met this Lord Slytherin yet.”

The Headmaster inclined his head, seemingly lost in thought. “We will focus on finding Hara Potter… But this is our next priority immediately after. We will tread carefully. But do not let yourself be lulled into a false and premature sense of security. Tom was gifted with a silver tongue…”

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Lord Slytherin Fails to Make it to Ministry Introduction

We’ve only caught glimpses of the mysterious Lord Slytherin since we first found out about his existence two weeks ago. The ministry had announced early last week that there would be a ceremony to formally introduce him to the Wizarding World. The event was to be led by the minister himself. Early this morning we gathered eagerly awaiting to meet him, only to be disappointed. Lord Slytherin is nowhere to be found. What could have happened? Is it something as mundane as other obligations prevented him from appearing? Though we can hardly imagine an obligation being more important. Did he fall ill? Or is something more nefarious afoot?

If you have any theories, or any intelligence about the matter, as always send your owl to us at the Daily Prophet. And Lord Slytherin, if you’re out there, we are all anxiously awaiting to meet you, wherever you are we at the Daily prophet hope this finds you in good health.

-Rita Skeeter

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“Sweet Circe… I hope she’s in there!” Yelled Arthur Weasley. Pressing himself against a large boulder alongside Frank Longbottom.

“Don’t lose hope now Arthur!” Frank Longbottom barked, casting an impedimenta at a cloaked figure. “My little Neville sure does miss his play dates with Hara. It’s all he’s been asking for over a month-, Diffindo!” Another blue light came shooting out of his wand.

“Will you two stop blabbering and help me get to my goddaughter!” Chided Sirius. “And last time I checked, Neville still was still cautious around Hara ever since she put that toad on his head! He gave a half chuckle before setting fire with an incendio, between the order members and a group of Death Eaters trying to flank their location.

“I’ve just about dismantled the wards… and… done! Padfoot, Arthur, Frank, come on!” Lupin called.

Sirius ran to stand beside Remus. “On three yeah? Just like old times eh Moony?” Sirius flashing a devilish grin toward his longtime best mate.

“One, two,” Sirius and Remus said in unison.

“BOMBARDA!” They both cast at the same time.

They bolted inside the foreboding looking entrance. It was an old shelter or fort of some sort, predating World War Two, maybe even World War One. The inside of the structure that was built into the side of a hill was grand in a medieval castle type of way. It held none of the warmth of Hogwarts whatsoever. This place oozed fear from every cold stone used to erect it. Dumbledore

and Moody made their way up to the other four, followed closely by Kingsley. A silver tabby cat rushed into the room smacking Moody’s walking stick with her tail, and tracking blood into the room with small paw prints. Shifting quickly into the form of Minerva Mcgonagall.

“What are you all dawdling about for? Pick it up!” She said in her thick Scottish accent, moving in a pace quicker than what it looked like her age would allow for.

“A force to be reckoned with that one.” Arthur said, giving a crooked smile to Kingsley.

“Best not upset her… we’ve been here too long anyways.” Shacklebolt responded with a barely concealed smirk as he moved to follow the transfiguration professor down the passageway.

They made it into a dimly lit corridor with hulking Roman pillars. A Dias sat on an elevated platform with some sort of bath with a pearlized swirling liquid right in front. Celtic runes were etched into the stones around with a threefold spiral in the center.

“ Look for a doorway quickly, there’s no way those Death Eaters put up this much fight for a mineral bath and some runes. There must be another room where they have her. I don’t like the looks of this room… and if there are no other exits, I don’t want to be caught at the end of a dead end.” Whispered Moody to the group.

“No… I think you all should sit and enjoy the show!” An amused voice implored that sent a shiver down the spine of Dumbledore.

Torches around the room came to life illuminating the room. The order members went to take cover as rows of Death Eaters filed into the chamber from two doors on either side of the Dias. fully cloaked wearing their masks of bone. It was as if the order members had hit a brick wall. They were trapped by an invisible force that boxed them in like a fish tank, completely on display.

Voldemort emerged a stone door that lifted into the ceiling in the center of the room. His red eyes gleaming in the firelight, the slots that made his nose flaring slightly. The Dark Lord smiled flashing his teeth that looked like they belonged to vampires, or another beast in the direction of the trapped members of the order.

Climbing down the steps fluidly, looking like he had not a worry or concern in world. He made his way to Dumbledore.

“It’s amazing what the bones of a parent can do… please thank your mother for me Albus. You will be seeing her very soon. But first I will let you be witness to me becoming the most powerful sorcerer to have ever lived. To see the child you thought would defeat me, give me strength. And subsequently, lose her life. And another special treat for you…”

“Let me goddaughter go you fucking bastard! Take me instead! Or better yet drop dead!” Screamed Sirius who seemed to be foaming at the mouth in anger.

“Tom… stop this… You don’t want the girl. You want my life. Do you not? Your ego is too inflated to just kill me while I can’t do anything to you. Release me. Let us end this now!” Dumbledore challenged.

“Oh Albus… must we dredge up old conversations we’ve clearly covered. Perhaps you’re going senile in your old age…” The Dark Lord taunted.

Two more Death Eaters entered the room levitating two bodies, both deathly still and draped in red cloth. One, having to be Hara’s only measuring a little over two feet tall, and the other much larger at over six.

Voldemort turned his back to Dumbledore and with a wave of his hand threw the cloths off of the two bodies revealing the sleeping form Hara Potter, and Thomas Marvolo Riddle.

“Since you’re about to meet your long overdue death Albus, I wanted to lift the fog over one thing that has perturbed me all these years. I. am. Lord Voldemort. This cretin here is your Villainous Tom. To whom you’ve credited all my accomplishments to, all my wonderful magical feats… When he is an unworthy halfblood! It was fates twisted humor that brought him back to the UK mere weeks ago. Then he dared claim himself Lord Slytherin. That title belongs to ME!” The Dark Lord bellowed. His chest rising and falling rapidly, his face twisted in absolute seething anger. “I am the heir to Salazar Slytherin. Me! My ancestor Isolt Sayre was a direct descendant. I am the rightful heir! I only needed the girl, the third party mattered not in the grand scheme of things. But it has grated on my nerves long enough to have you continuously credit this abomination with my renown. Then him having the gall to claim what is mine sealed his fate.”

Dumbledore wore a stunned look. And Moody tapped his heel with his staff to break him from his stupor. The headmasters eyes robes over the body of Tom Riddle. He looked completely unaged from his last year at Hogwarts. His eyes flew to Voldemort’s who had a beatific but shark-like smile threatening to split his face.

“Put then into the bath.” The Dark Lord ordered as he climbed the Dias. As soon as their toes hit the pearlized liquid both Hara and Tom awoke. Hara immediately began crying and screaming, and Tom Riddle looked bewildered and fearful.

“Let me go you beast!” Tom shouted. Both him and Hara were victim to a binding curse that wrapped the hands and ankles.

Hara was struggling to stay afloat. Her head slipping under the viscous liquid a few times eliciting more tears and panic from the toddler. Tom tried to propel his way towards her and was attempting to keep her afloat with his knees, sending himself under the liquid a few times as he did so.

“There is no use cretin… you will both die soon anyways. Not before I suck your magical cores dry. After I will absorb your life’s essence…” Voldemort turned his red eyes to meet Dumbledore’s blue. They were lacking that twinkle that made Voldemort’s feel murderous anytime it was leveled in his direction. It seemed far too pompous, and all knowing. Like Dumbledore fancied himself as some sort of omnipresent and omniscient God and he was privy to a joke and was withholding the punchline. Voldemort was glad to see it finally extinguished. “It’s time to finish this…”

Voldemort cut his hand and spilled his blood into an obsidian bowl, and then raised Hara out of the liquid momentarily, slicing her wrist and spilling her blood and mixing it with his. He levitated Tom out of the liquid fully, and bringing him face level. Grasping his wrist tightly and lowering the blade to his palm. While the Dark Lord's attention was focused on Toms Palm, and the Death Eaters were chanting some sort of forgotten and forbidden black magic. Tom Riddle focused his magic and pushed against the binding magic on his left hand effectively breaking it without the Dark Lord noticing. Tom chanced a sideways glance toward Dumbledore who looked pained, lost, and downtrodden. Like he’s aged decades in the passed minutes, once he knew he had his gaze Tom shot his eyes downward to the femur bone in the corner. Moving it a few inches just slightly to be perpendicular to the other bones that created the barrier encasing the order. Tom cringed as he felt the sharp blade slice into his skin. Then the room erupted into chaos.

A killing curse flew toward Voldemort from the tip of Sirius’s wand but hit too high. Voldemort threw Tom to the ground. And engaged in a duel with Dumbledore. Sparks flew throughout the room as Death Eater and Order member exchanged spells, curses, and hexes, lighting up the room in a multitude of colors. Tom healed his hand with a non-verbal healing charm, and tripped a few of the Death Eaters who had Arthur and Frank backed into a corner. He saw the beginnings of what was unmistakably going to result in a killing curse performed by Moody, as he was staring at the Death Eater in front of him engaged with Kingsley, and sent Moody flying into the wall.

“I’ve got her! I’ve got Hara! Let’s go!” Lupin called, clutching a bloody and screaming Hara to his chest.

The order went on the defensive to back them out of the long hallway. “Riddle! Come, I’ll cover you!” Shouted Arthur Weasley.

“Dumbledore, come, we must go, we are outnumbered… we have Hara!” Called Frank.

Dumbledore cast a contego maxima shield charm and broke from the duel with the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord answered with a fiendfyre that took the shape of a wyvern and rushed at the order members. Tom turned looking at the fiery beast rushing towards them. Dumbledore rushed passed him giving him a slight tug on his cloak.

“Protego Omnis!” A huge blue shield erupted from Tom’s palms.

The fiendfyre crashed into the shield and the resulting force sent tom and the rest of the order hurtling out of the giant doors that Sirius and Remus had blown to pieces just earlier. The order and Tom landed in the field covered in black soot. Their chests heaving. Tom stood up slowly, feeling the ache in his muscles from being thrown so violently. Followed by Kingsley. Lupin uncurled his body revealing Hara who was mostly untouched by the soot, but had lost consciousness. Sirius ran to them, quickly waving his wand over her to check for a pulse.

“We need to get her out of here, now! The apparition point is just passed that willow! Mcgonagall ordered.

Kingsley, Moody, Sirius, and Lupin popped away with Hara. Dumbledore was just about to disapparate when Mcgonagall grabbed his shoulder.

“We are bringing him with us Albus…” she said sternly. “He saved your life. He saved all of our lives! We owe him that much.”

Dumbledore grimaced when he looked at Tom, who was being supported from beneath his arms by both Frank and Arthur. They both glared at him, daring Dumbledore to order them to leave him. Tom giving him a calculated, but tired look. Expecting Dumbledore to deny him.

“I… concede Minerva...We will bring Tom Riddle with us…” Dumbledore breathed out, sounding defeated. All five of them disappeared on the spot.