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Fate's Guide On How to Kill Tom Riddle	By : OrgyXIIIBike Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 33287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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“We all knew what they had done. They never said a word but the look in their eyes, the movement of their bodies; it gave them away. For their betrayal they shall pay.”

Darkness; piercing screams fill it. Shouts of horror mingle with the screaming. A low panting breath could barely be heard amongst the fear. Pictures of faces; paralyzed forever in pain. Memories of twisting, limp bodies fill in the emptiness.

“We knew from the beginning of time. We tried to stop it from happening. But screams pierced our ears as green light silenced them. Our Lord’s protectors; Our Lord’s parents. Their deaths that should have never happened; deaths that shall be paid in blood; his blood, the leader of the so-called Light.”

Pools of blood leaked from every corner. The snapping of bones filled the silence left by the screaming of the innocents. The leaping of wilted bodies danced in the midst of the sea of blood.

“Why doesn’t anyone see? People are dying; deaths that shall be paid in pain.”

<i>A scream pierces the stark sky. A dark chuckle filled the stilled silence left behind by the deafening shriek. The empty silence filled the sky once more.</i>

“Fate is upon you, Leader. You will not survive. Their deaths shall be paid in bones. From this day forth, no more! The boy shall dream, and with the love of the girl, he shall rise above them all. Our Lord! Our Lord in flesh! And you, leader, shall fall into the fiery pits of hell.”

Flashes of a man with messy black hair twirling around a young woman with vivid red hair, of someone with shocking green eyes, of someone so young, so pure.

Down below a lone man screamed, waking himself and the portraits up.

“Dumbledore! Why on earth are you screaming?” One of the portraits asked.

“Fate decided that I’ve done enough. I’m doomed to die.” Dumbledore gasped out.

“What you mean doomed to die?”

“Fate decided that I am no longer good enough to live to see the end of this war. It is my time.” Dumbledore explained. “My worst fear is about to come true.”

“What is your worst fear?”

“It is death.” Dumbledore replied.

“Just like Mr. Riddle’s fear. You’re nothing but a con!”

“Silence!” Dumbledore roared. “I will not have you compare me to that evil.”

“You cannot order us around. You shaped young Mr. Riddle to his ways. You go way beyond his level of evil.”

Dumbledore stumbled out of his bed, standing straight and tall, he tried to terrorize the portraits.

“Oh give us a break, Dumbledore.” A portrait in the far corner spoke out. “We had some Headmasters that use that stance and it actually worked. You just make me laugh and ashamed that you are the current Headmaster of Hogwarts.”

“Silence, Dippet.” Dumbledore ordered.

“You still cannot order us around. We are here for a reason!”

“You would have wished you listened to me, Everard.” Dumbledore said darkly. “I am the greatest wizard alive. I will always be the greatest wizard. No one can take my place!”

“Someone already has, Dumbledore, whether you like it or not. Harry Potter will be the one remembered fondly.”

“Silence! All of you!” Dumbledore shouted. “I don’t want to hear anymore.”

The portraits glanced at one another before they all started talking at once. Dumbledore cried out, and casted a Silencing Charm around his ears. He glared at all the portraits before escaping the taunting portraits as quickly as he could.

He burst into his office, startling the woman sitting in a chair that was situated in front of his desk.

“Good lord, what is it that you are running from?” the woman asked.

“Just a nightmare, Minerva.” Dumbledore told her.

“Pfft,” One of the portraits said. “He was running from the portraits in his room. He’s like young Riddle they said; afraid of death!”

“What?!” McGonagall cried out.

“That’s not true. The portraits are just silly.” Dumbledore said.

“Fine then, Headmaster, see if we help you again,” the painted figure said before leaving his portrait.

“What was that all about, Albus?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing, it was nothing,” he said, waving it away. “Now what can I do for you?”

“The wards on Harry’s house, they detected some sort of magical outburst late last night. Luckily the latest ward I put up keeps the Ministry from finding out about that,” she said.

“What kind of outburst?” he asked.

“Like a power-surge,” she told him, “the wards went nuts but when I went over to check on the boy, he was still sleeping. Something is going on Albus; because this is the second time it’s happened.”

“Albus... Albus!” A voice called out. “Young Harry Potter just stormed into the Ministry and demanded a trial set for Sirius Black.”

“What?!” Dumbledore and McGonagall cried out, twirling to face the fireplace.

“He was successful too. Well, actually he was way more than successful. Sirius was brought in to the headquarters and I think there’s evidence that he can get off with nothing.”

“Thank you, Arthur.” Dumbledore said as Arthur’s head left the fireplace.

“Oh my, what on earth is that boy doing?” McGonagall asked.

“Disrupting my plans,” Dumbledore said, “That boy is supposed to stay in that house until one of us came to get him.”

“That boy is 15 years old, Albus, with maturity that surpasses some of the oldest.” McGonagall chastised him.

“I don’t care,” Dumbledore sulked, “Harry is there for his safety. How can we protect him if he disobeys me?”

“Albus,” McGonagall started, “we didn’t even know that he left. What does that say about your wards? Since you’re on this stupid tantrum, I’m taking my leave.”

With that, she turned around and walked out of Dumbledore’s office.

Dumbledore sighed and moved to his fireplace. He grabbed some of the floo powder that sat in a pot on top of the mantel.

“Ministry of Magic, the Atrium.” He called out as he stepped into the green fire.

“Albus,” Arthur called out as Dumbledore appeared at the Ministry.

“Arthur, I thank you for floo-calling me. This is a serious matter that Harry has done.” Dumbledore explained.

“There’s news. It’s all over the Ministry now, and will likely be in the evening news. Sirius Black has just been cleared.” Arthur told him.

“What?” Dumbledore’s voice rang out, “I must get to the Auror Headquarters immediately.”

Dumbledore moved through the parting crowd. Arthur stood by the fireplace, trying to process everything that has happened so far.

“You there,” Dumbledore said to one of the Aurors, “I want to talk to Rufus.”

No one moved for a few seconds, and then scattered as Dumbledore shouted at them again. Dumbledore watched as one of the Aurors has stuck their head in the wall. He briefly wished that he had the power to do what he wanted in the Ministry.

“Yes, Sir,” was all he could hear the conversation between the Auror and his boss.

“Well?” he asked when the Auror made it back to him.

“Mr. Potter has been emancipated and that Lord Black has been found innocent, Sir,” was his reply before the Auror ducked out and sped through the oak archways.

“WHAT?!” Dumbledore’s roar echoed the halls. Dumbledore started ranting and demanding answers. One Auror was unfortunate to get hit by Dumbledore’s arms as he waved them about all the rest of the on-duty Aurors shrunk back to avoid being hit. After a few moments, one brave Auror casted a stupefy spell at the raving man.

“Well done, Jenkins.” Rufus said as he stepped out of the hidden room. “Arrest him for disturbing the peace and hitting an Auror.” As he saw the beginning of a bruise on a random Auror’s face. “Are you alright, Franks?”

“Yes, sir I am.” Franks answered.

“Book him yourself, Franks and then go home for the day,” Rufus told him.

“Will do sir,” Franks said, before walking up to the fallen Dumbledore.

Franks cast mobilicorpus on Dumbledore’s unconscious body. Without a care, Franks moved around the office to get to his desk. Ignoring the thumping of Dumbledore’s head as he sat down, he wrote up the papers for Dumbledore’s arrest. He paused slightly as he rose to get up; he copied the papers not once but twice and put a copy in his desk. On the way out he stopped by Rufus’s office and gave him another copy.

“So it won’t ‘get lost’, sir.” Franks told him, when he ha
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Fate's Guide On How to Kill Tom Riddle