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Harry Potter and the Slytherin Heirs	By : SilverAngel621 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The ballroom was straight out of a fairytale. In addition to the gargantuan crystal chandelier in the middle of the ballroom ceiling and the smaller ones spread over the large area, floating lights danced over the heads of the mingling guest. Tiny pixies in the Slytherin colors twittered about. An entire orchestra stood off to one side of the room to provide live music while a sound transferring spell let the guests sway gently to the singing of mermaids. The Slytherin Palace boasted large gardens that were temporarily opened to a select few during the coming week. There was large lake, containing many exotic creatures and one of the species happened to be mermaids. They’d been commissioned to sing for the evening, just as a tease to the main event they would star in in a few days. There were even a few sirens but Tom didn't want the entirety of his thousand or so guests to go crazed over the creatures. It was mostly for their benefit anyways; the sirens were carnivorous and there was no sweeter flesh to them than human flesh. Tom himself had fed a few of his enemies to the beautiful creatures. They put on quite a show.
An entire legion of veelas flittered throughout the room. It had been Harry who'd suggested having them there to diffuse tension. There were leaders and ambassadors from different countries who were at war with each other so things were bound to get volatile very easily. Hence the veelas. They charmed and entranced the guests who were more than happy to fall captive under their enticing charms. Plus, they were looser with their tongues; the veelas were under strict order to keep note of pertinent information.
Death eaters were stationed at equal intervals throughout the room. Tom could have disillusioned them but he wanted the men and women to not only feel but see the scope of his power. As a further precaution, he had dementors floating just outside the shields of the palace. Not to mention all the “exotic” creatures surrounding the palace grounds were all trained to protect and serve the Riddle Family. Centaurs, threshalls, hippogriffs and even a few thought to be extinct creatures. Among them Fenrir Greyback’s pack of werewolves roamed the grounds. But only the Alpha had agreed to attend the festivities while the rest of his men served as guards.
The guest had all been warned of their presence but there was no such thing as being extra vigilant over his family.
Tom looked over the guests from a hidden balcony overlooking the ballroom, Fenrir Greyback at his side. A floating tray of hor d'oeuvres floated up to them and the werewolf gleefully grabbed up all that was on the tray in one giant, clawed hand. Tom watched with fascinated disgust as the large man opened his mouth impossibly wide and gobbled it all in one bite.
“The hell you looking at me for, Voldy?” Fenrir munched and swallowed before licking his sharp teeth.
Tom sneered. How many times had he crucio’d the animal for calling him that? Ah yes, countless but unfortunately the beast had a thick hide and an even thicker head. “When Harry asks why I'm green in the face, I'll show him this memory.”
“How's the little kid? What number is this baby, the seventh one? Let the boy rest a bit. I see him swollen with a pup or carrying a different on his hip every year. Even our bitches get some down time after a litter.”
Gritting his teeth, Tom wondered why he even bothered with the mutt. Then he remembered it was all Harry's fault. He seemed to have the oddest habit of befriending the most aggravating people. Draco Malfoy was another example.
“Harry is perfectly fine.” He said tightly. The larger man chuckled beside him.
“The little wife mad at you? Is Voldy in the dog house?” Fenrir barely finished the sentence before he felt a burning pain around his throat. Clutching at his throat, he hissed and pulled away when his fingers also got burned. Tom looked on in disinterest as the were fell heavily to the floor on his knee, the bones cracking painfully under the heavy mans weight. A quick silencing charm kept the growl from reaching the ears of the people downstairs.
Tom muttered the counter charm when the smell of burning flesh began to offend his nose. The silver quickly dissipated from around Fenrir’s throat. The silver charm always worked like a dream on werewolves.
“Stop using dog euphemisms for Harry.” He was disgruntled to see the werewolves fast healing already as work smoothing over the mangled skin around Fenrir’s throat and hands. The man hacked weakly but when he looked up at the Dark Lord, he had a wide grin on his face.
“Did some real stupid shit didn’t you, Tommy boy?”
Tom raised his wand threateningly when Fenrir shook his head and tapped a clawed finger to his nose. “Uh-uh, wouldn’t do that. Wifeys coming this way.”
And just as the wolf predicted, Harry pulled open the closed door and poked his head inside. A slight frown marred his face as he looked down at the still recovering wolf and an impassive Tom. With a long suffering sigh, Harry slipped inside the room and knelt beside Fenrir.
“And just what did you say to Tom to piss him off this time?” Harry chided. He rooted inside his robe pockets, a look of intense concentration over his face.
“Didn't do nothing, your husbands just got a hair trigger, just can't control himself,” Fenrir snickered, or tried to but ended up hacking. Perhaps Tom got lucky this time and actually damaged the mutts vocal muscles. If only fate were so generous.
Harry ignored the husband comment. With a triumphant “aha”, he pulled out a small vial. Ever since the twins could crawl, Harry had taken to always keeping a small arsenal of medicine and antidotes on his person. Ditanty was a potion Harry ran out of almost on a monthly basis, and that was saying something since a standard issue bottle usually lasted years for the average wizard. He took the small dropper out of the murky brown bottle. “Head up,” he commanded. When Fenrir exposed his throat, Harry used the dropper to administer the liquid around the wound then moved onto Fenrirs hands. “Be that as it may, I expect better from you.”
The burned skin instantly knit back together, not even a hint of pink lingering to show the skins damage. The were stretched his neck this way and that, as if testing the new skins elasticity.
“But not your hubby eh? Too much in love to see his faults?” The mutt was grinning wide at him as Harry continued to inspect his neck for any lingering damage. Satisfied that the were was fully healed, Harry made to get up when Tom offered the boy his hand. Harry startled at the offer, his wide eyes moving slowly up from the proffered hand to his face then back down again as if in disbelief. Tom bit back a scathing retort but kept his hand outstretched. The boy hadn't touched him voluntarily since that night….which in hindsight might have been a tiny mistake. Even he could admit he'd acted out of haste. Perhaps if he had waited, had patience, then the boy might have eventually come to him as was his duty.
Harry gingerly took his hand and let Tom help him up. But as soon as he was on his two feet, he snatched his hands back and hid them in his robes. Tom bit back a growl. One, he didn't need more reason for Harry to be wary of him and two, he absolutely did not need Fenrir to go on about how Tom was slowly becoming a werewolf with all his growling and teeth baring.
“Is Teddy here?” Again, Harry ignored Fenrir. It seemed to be an effective method.
The wolfs eyes grew fond at the mention of his ward. “Yep, last I saw he was off with one of your pups.”
“James? Oh good, he has missed Teddy so. They haven't seen each other in ages.”
Fenrir looked confused and scratched his his head. The mutt probably had fleas, Tom thought mulishly.
“The moody one? You get yourself bred so many times it's hard to keep up with your brood.”
Harry huffed and shot Tom a side glare. “Well, you can thank your dark lord for my brood. And don’t call my children brood.” Fenrir opened his mouth, probably to argue that Harry had just called them brood but Tom shook his head. The mutt took the hint graciously and instead grinned wide. Why he bothered to even help the wolf was beyond him.
“Yah, James probably. What's up the boys ass, barely even spoke to me ‘fore dragging Teddy away.”
“Oh that. I suppose he's still cross at us.” At Fenrir’s raised brow, Harry continued. “During the summer, he was scouted to play for the Chuddly Cannons but they wanted him to start this year. James wanted to drop out of Hogwarts altogether and become their seeker.”
Tom remembered the argument. It had been the biggest row between James and Harry, although there were many to choose from. James had been ready to leave the Riddle manor altogether when Tom had stupefied him and kept him confined to the manor. Then Harry had turned on him but the few days of forced captivity had calmed James a bit. It hadn’t lessened the resentment he’d felt towards his parents. Tom still didn't understand why the boy was so angry. James could still play after he was finished with school. Not to mention quiditch was a useless game.
Fenrir huffed. “Never set a foot at Hogwarts and look how I turned out, fancy clothes at a fancy party with a fancy partner on my arms.” The wolf, for how big the man was, moved smoothly and caught Harry's waist as he swung the smaller wizard under his arm. He leered down at Harry, completely ignoring Tom's murderous scowl. Harry allowed a small smirk.
Harry looked up and down Fenrir’s garish wardrobe. The man stood tall with his wild hair slicked back with a velvet black thong. He wore a black velvet print shirt and a deep burgundy coat over top, the stitches struggling to stretch over the mass of muscles. Matching burgundy trousers and dragon hide boots completed the ensemble. Harry reaches out and straightened out a large flower pinned to Fenrir’s lapel. The man certainly liked his colors.
“Er, yes fancy clothes.” He said dubiously with the slightest nose tilt. “But look at who your boss is,” Harry nodded teasingly at Tom, although his eyes were on Fenrir.
“We all got our vices, what's yours pup?”
Tom had had enough. He grabbed Harry's wrist and forcefully tugged him back to him, keeping the boy shackled to his side with an implacable arm around his waist. “Me. Now get back to work.” He let his eyes flash red to know that he would not tolerate any more teasing. But of course the blasted mutt had no sense of self preservation. The were looked at Harry with an arched brow and only when Harry gave him a small nod did Fenrir grin back at Tom. He bent easily and graced them with an exaggerated bow before loping off to his duties. Which was mainly to show off his canines to all of Tom's allies and enemies. Fear of wolves seemed to be universal.
“You can let go of me now.” Any of the warmth that Harry had shown Fenrir vanished and Tom was left holding an ice statue. He let go. Harry took a few prudent steps away from him and brushed his hands over his robes to smooth down nonexistent wrinkles.
He wore the Slytherin colors but with gold accents. His shirt and trousers were a matching cream color with a an embroidered gold waistcoat. A velvet green robe that almost matched the vibrancy of the wizard’s eyes complemented the colors.
“You look lovely.” Tom said honestly.
“Thank you. You do as well. I mean you look good too.” Harry still wouldn't meet his eyes. Around the children and company, Harry acted as normal as possible but in private, conversation was stilted.
Tom reached for Harry's hand again. “Harry-“
Harry swung his limb out of reach and glared at him. “You don't get to touch me Tom.” He quickly opened the door and left. Tom was only left with a hint of lemongrass lingering in the air.
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Sometimes being a death eater had its benefits.
Draco Malfoy sipped his glass of very expensive champagne, a brand imported from the Malfoy branch in France. Due to his position in the Dark Lords inner circle, he'd been able to expand his cousins wine business, of which he had a large share in and use his connections to expand into England. Of course Harry was suggestive to all his input so the winery got mass business from the Riddles and free publicity too.
He also owned a construction firm that had been hired to restore all of Harrys properties, then the Riddle manor and most recently the Slytherin Palace, the firms biggest project up to date. He also used his position to get many of the ministry contracts for public buildings, putting his stamp all over the UK.
Not to mention his franchise of apothecaries and his spell warding firm. But that just just a small chunk in addition to the vast empire Lucius Malfoy had built and was slowly integrating Draco to lead. He was in his own right, one of the most powerful men in the country, perhaps in the world.
But he would never be the most powerful. Just like at Hogwarts, he had never been the highest achieving student in the entire school nor had he been the greatest seeker.
He took another sip and watched Harry enter the ball room, instantly becoming the center of attention as always. In many ways nothing had changed. Harry was a darling Prince among his adoring fans. He didn’t even have to open his mouth to get men and women falling over themselves.
And in other ways, everything had changed.
Voldemorts cool glare kept the other guests at a distance as he took his place besides Harry. Harry's slave collar gleamed under the brilliant lights, the green gems of the snakes eyes flashing. And if that wasn't enough of a stamp of the man's ownership, Voldemort’s arm stayed anchored around the younger man's waist.
Only Draco noticed the slight stiffening in Harry's body, the brittleness of his smile. And it was times like these that being a death eater bloody well sucked. It was fucking torture. To be a bystander as he watched a pretty exotic bird being torn in two by a ruthless snake was hell. And he wasn't even helpless. He could stop it at anytime, he knew. But he needed time to make sure that he got all he deserved when he ended this ridiculous farce.
He turned his back on the couple and was fortunate enough to see his son and Alfred sneak away outside, but not without four death eaters following surreptitiously. He knew his son was aware and wouldn't do anything too scandalous but he doubted Alfred even suspected they were being followed.
“Astoria, I'm going to get a refill.” He barely glanced at his wife, who had been chattering away with a nameless couple.
The lovely dark haired witch clenched her teeth but said nothing, too used to him leaving her at all times. He ignored the flash of hurt in her ice blue eyes. She plastered a serene smiled on her face and nodded. “Of course darling, and could you get me a glass as well?” She asked politely.
There were floating trays all over the room with drinks and hor d'oeuvres. But he supposed she had to keep her face in front of the other couple. They were very similar people that way, too concerned about keeping appearances. It had cost him the greatest treasure in his life.
“Of course, excuse me.” Draco inclined his head and went in the opposite direction of the long table laden with additional food. Immaculate house elves in the Slytherin colors stood at the ready to serve the guests.
He slipped through the balcony doors outside to the stone veranda. Beyond lay the extensive gardens. He looked at one of the death eaters lining the entire perimeter of the veranda. Without words, the man knew what he wanted and nodded towards a small gazebo where Draco saw a few more death eaters standing with their backs turned. They were at a safe distance, too far to hear Alfred or Scorpius but close enough to protect them in case of an attack, be that from an outsider or Scorpius himself.
He nodded at the other death eaters, who acknowledged him respectfully. He could see why Voldemort had wanted so much power, this obeisance was addicting.
Draco moved closer and cast a notice me not spell on himself, as well as a muffling charm on his body. He pressed right up to one of the gazebo columns, the inside obscured by tangled vines surrounding the small enclosure. But through a small opening of greenery, Draco spied Alfred and Scorpius sitting on the floor side by side. He quickly broke through Scorpius’s sloppy casting of the muffilato spell –he needed to teach the boy better- and enhanced their quiet mumblings for his ears.
“…really glad you came,” Alfred murmured, looking up at Scorpius through his thick lashes. He was unknowing copying Harry when the older wizard acted shy. Draco clenched his fist in envy.
Scorpius winked, making the green eyed teen blush. “I had to come, you're here. I haven't seen you in ages!” He moved his face closer to Alfred's, his lips teasingly brushing against Alfred's cheek.
Giggling, Alfred pushed him away just a few inches. “You saw me a week ago on the platform!”
“Exactly! An entire week. Have no sympathy for my plight?”
Alfred scoffed at his flowery words. “Uh-huh, and where did you learn that line?”
Grinning, Scorpius swooped down and placed a fast kiss on Alfred's burning cheeks. “I'll have you know I worked on that for ages. You should give me a reward.”
Instead of pushing him away this time, Alfred let his hands creep up Scorpius’s chest to curl his slender fingers over his shoulders.
“And what would my chivalrous suitor like?” His words were teasing, but Alfred's voice trembled with barely suppressed want.
The blond teen showed him, pressing down to capture Alfred's red lips in a sweet kiss. The boy gasped under Scorpius’s gentle assault, opening his mouth to the other boys persistent lips. Draco felt like a voyeur watching them. They deserved some privacy for this intimate moment, not half a dozen death eaters feets away and another lurking beyond the vines. But he was helpless to look away.
His only son was an exact replica of himself at the age, it was uncanny. Scorpius had inherited none of Astoria’s features. And Alfred could be Harry's twin, with the same wind tussled hair and moss green eyes. The only thing missing was the scar, but other than that it could have looked like Draco and Harry kissing almost a quarter of a century ago.
“Sir.”
Draco snapped himself from his thoughts and turns to see a cowed death eater. He barked “What?”
The other man gulped. “Um, the dark lord is calling for his children for the little lords presenting ceremony.”
Draco gave the man a curt nod, clearly dismissing him. “I'll escort them over.” He glared at the man until he went back to his post. Draco turned back just in time to see the two boys break apart.
“Oh, I feel father calling. It must be time to officially present Orion.” Alfred panted against Scorpius’s chest, his eyes dreamy and glazed.
The blonde mumbled something unintelligible against Alfred's lips and continued to nibble on the swollen skin.
Alfred whined and pulled Scorpius closer. “Scorpio!”
Placing one last kiss on Alfred's nose, Scorpius helped the teen up. Alfred leaned heavily on him, and the blonde wizard let him as they walked slowly out of the gazebo. Draco signaled for the other death eaters to fall back and they disappeared from sight like grey smoke. He waited until the couple was a few steps ahead of him before he followed at a safe distance.
“I hope we can be like my mother and father.”
Scorpius jolted and almost missed a step. “Really?” The boy couldn’t help the skepticism in his voice. After all, Draco had told his son everything. His plan hinged a lot on his son, so the boy needed to know every gritty detail. But he'd warned his son never to reveal what he knew to Alfred. That would ruin everything he'd worked all these years for.
“Yes, really. Father is always so protective of mom and when he works too long and forgets to eat, mom always brings him food. And when he's working too much, mom even sends howlers to get him back home which father does and he always has his arms around mom. I think it's so romantic.”
Scorpius nodded with a neutral smile. “That does sound nice. But don't they fight?”
Alfred bit his lip and looked away. “Well sometimes but all couples do. But they always make up and kiss and father gives mom a new broom or even those muggle games he likes to play.”
The blond boy raised an impressed brow. “Woah, you know that’s love when the darkest lord of all time goes out to buy a muggle game. What was it, Monopoly? Scrabble?”
Alfred made an annoyed sound but he had a hard time hiding his smile. “Oh, stop it! And I think it was something called Overwatch, that or the The Last of Us, I don’t really remember which one was the last game. But mom and the twins spent an entire weekend playing that game and only stopped because the twins had to go back to school. Even James joined in. Mom tried to get me to play too but I'm absolute rubbish at it.”
“Blasphemy! You're the most perfect person I know. A saint, a paragon! You're physically incapable of being rubbish at anything.”
“Really, even kissing?” Two could play at this game.
Scorpius lost that teasing glint in his eye, his breath quickening. He licked his suddenly dry lips. “Maybe not, we should practice more so you can be perfect at kissing.” He leaned down, almost to Alfred's lips but when he was just a few inches away Alfred pushed him back and flew towards the muffled voices coming from the ball. Scorpius fell on his ass, watching the green eyed boy with hungry eyes as he scampered away with laughter.
Draco walked over to his son and thrust his hand in front of his sons face, blocking his view of the long gone Alfred, who'd slipped back inside the ball with narry a glance back.
Scorpius took the hand and let his father pull him up. He didn't seem surprised that Draco had followed him. He cast a cleaning charm over himself to get any grass stains or dirt off his clothes.
“Have fun?” Draco asked. He was genuinely curious, and just a bit envious.
Scorpius shrugged. He put his stoic Malfoy mask back on, one both Draco and Lucius had helped perfect. “Alfred wanted to talk.”
“Yes, I saw you talking.” Draco put much inflection on the last word. His son didn't look shamed that his father had seen him kiss Alfred. His face looked even more closed off.
“It's what you wanted me to do.”
“I never asked. Do you actually want to do what I asked of you? Do you like Alfred?” When Draco had first suggested Scorpius pursue Alfred romantically, he'd thought his son would be ecstatic. The boys were already close friends and seemed like a natural progression from that relationship. Had Draco been in Scorpius’s shoes and the other big had been Harry, he wouldn't have even been need to told. But no matter how much Scorpius looked like him, the teen was not his father.
Again, the teen shrugged. Draco would have to teach the boy Malfoy’s did not shrug. They scoffed disdainfully.
“Does it really matter?”
“No.” In the grand scheme of things, it really didn't. When Draco got what he wanted, he'd fix everything. Alfred would be okay, the boy would forgive him just like Harry. They were so much alike. After everything was done, Harry and his children would thank him.
Father and son went back in. The presentation ceremony had just started as Voldemort read out Orion's full name, casting the spell to put the familial wards of protection over the youngest Riddle. Harry beamed at his child, his body completely relaxed even as he stood in the arms of the dark lord. His children all stood behind them, a stunning family of powerful wizards.
Cheers went up in the crowd, some happy and some false. Flashes went off as the rabid press struggled to get a good angle. They were all so photogenic, so perfect, the ideal aristocratic wizard family. The inner circle of death eaters stood behind with their families. The Malfoys, the Lestranges, the Parkinsons, Greyback, Crouch Jr. , the Carrows, and even Snape who had his hands firmly clasped over each of the squirming twin’s shoulders. Not even his staple brooding scowl could ruin the picture of the most powerful and influential wizards of the country.
And if all went according to plans, in a few years it would be the exact same only Draco would be standing in Voldemorts place.
Harry looked over the crowd, smiling at them graciously. And for a brief moment, his eyes met with Draco’s silver ones. They softened and Harry's smile got just a bit brighter before he looked over to the other guests.
It was small moments like these, almost getting lost in a the stormy sea that let him know all his efforts were worth it. This was the very reason he'd taken the dark mark, why he'd gone undercover in Hogwarts and tried to kill Dumbledore, why he'd built up his own empire.
For Harry.
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The Tragedy of the Century
Dear readers, this author who brought you the real story behind Albus Dumbledore and covered the Second Great War brings to you, the wonderful readers the greatest story of love, betrayal, and intrigue of this century.
For the past thirty years the Riddles have been a shining jewel for the UK. The Dark Lord, purported to be even more powerful than Merlin and with the boy who lived by his side, none could withstand their power. It is almost overwhelming.
And here in the newly renovated Slytherin Palace this humble journalist stands, an honored guest. So many powerful witches and wizards stand here beside me. Even with all the royals the powerful leaders, and the exotic creatures amassed in the room all eyes are following the Riddle family. It isn’t even that they are all blessed with remarkable looks. It is their power.
But one of them, as you well know when I broke the story first falls short. Orion Remus Riddle, the reason for this party. Born a squib and named after an known order member and werewolf, he comes into a family full of secrets.
But fear no more, for this authors duty to her loyal readers is to share what she has found.
No one could have suspected that the dark lord could have built such a strong empire. We had never doubted the wizard would overtake the government but we all thought he would destroy it. The ministry had been torn down and built again, this time reaching higher that the previous government. At first the dark lord had outed the majority of muggle borns until curiously, throughout half of his reign he allowed the muggles back into society. He enacted an education program for muggle born witches and wizards that started when they were of preschool age. That way pureblood traditions were taught to them, celebrations like yule and Samhain which were typically overshadowed by muggle holidays Christmas and Halloween. Even more surprising, orphanages had been set by by the riddle private fund for children who'd been abandoned by their parents for their gifts. This author has it on good authority and from a secret source that it was all influenced by Lord Harry.
The increased education lessened the stigma on muggles and the population thrived. Yes, there were less pure bloods and more half bloods but recent research had reveled inbreeding weakened the magical core. Mixture of blood added new heritage to a person and allowed the wizard to tap into an entire new branch of family magic, even if it was a muggle bloodline.
And while the new government had been harsh on muggles for the first few years, it had been more tolerant of the dark creatures. They gained equal rights and were able to mingle within society and even work. Economy was thriving with the new changes. And Lord Voldemort’s new foreign policies were aiming to open the different magical communities to each other, although some did oppose to his tactics. Many have allied with our great lord. But other like Russia, the U.S. and China still resist although this author predicts they too shall fall under Lord Voldemorts rule.
It sounds like a golden era, being ushering in by the riddles. But what did the dark lord do to get all this power. How has he not died despite numerous attempts, some successful even. A very credible source has revealed to me only that the lord is immortal.
That's right, immortal. How else does he continue to escape deaths deadly grasp.
But what gave him immortality. And this author has it on good authority that Lord Harry is also immortal. How?
We have all been told Lord Voldemort captured Lord Harry in the graveyard. The order suspected the dark wizard turned Harry against them but how? Why did Harry go over to the dark side? Why did he turn his back on the golden trio, a Mr. Ronald Weasley and a Ms. Hermione Granger? This author has an exclusive interview with one of the Weasleys about this very controversial subject.
We have been told that the order stole back Lord Harry when the boy was sixteen to save him, after they attacked the Riddle manor in the middle of Lord Salazar's birth. This journalist remembers those tumultuous years, when we all though the orders raid had killed baby Salazar, the heir to the Slytherin line.
The dark lord told the public the order had killed his son and taken Harry away to kill him too. And for seven years, we thought Harry had been killed. Hogwarts fell to lord Voldemort, and he went after Dumbledore. With his death we discovered Harry was alive and well. That wasn't the only surprise, Salazar too was alive. The dark lord had hidden him for his safety and finally parent and child were reunited after seven years.
This author was first one who revealed the treachery of the Order, who kept Lord Harry imprisoned and away from his son. They took Harry's wealth to fuel their ill fated organizations, which this author also reported on.
But what a lot of people don't know is that Lord Harry was even abused as a child by his own muggle family. They don't know that it was overlooked by Dumbledore and the Order. An exclusive interview with Hogwarts nurse Poppy Pomphrey reveals everything about Lord Harry's personal medical files before and during Hogwarts.
People don't know that he was also abused by our dark lord when he was captured. This author has included clips and pictures taken from the memory of an anonymous source in my book.
If you have been shocked by any of the things I've mentioned, then be prepared for more. Because this doesn't even cover half of what I have found through my extensive and century long investigation. There are even dark secrets the Riddles don't want you to know. For example, the most dangerous Riddle isn't Lord Voldemort but one of his children! And there is something suspicious Lord Harry is hiding from Lord Voldemort!
But fear not. This author will reveal all the dirty sordid details of the life of the boy we know as the boy who lived.
So dear readers, pick up a copy of my newest book The Making of a Tragedy: The Saga of the Boy Who Lived from Birth to Present to hear the sorry tale of Harry Potter.
Ever humbly serving the Wizarding public,
Rita Skeeter
The magical quill finished up the last sentence with a flourish even as Rita watched the Riddles play host in the middle of the room. The quill wrote on a parchment that directly send all the notations to the Daily Prophet’s publication room. The front page article would be the first thing witches and wizards saw during their morning cup of tea tomorrow. Just in time for the release of her newest book. And she had the perfect picture too, to go along with the article.
With a feline smirk, she pushed up her glasses. This expose on Harry Potter was going to be her greatest yet, even bigger than the one on Dumbledore. This was going to make her a household name all over Eurasia and the Americas!
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