“If Hermoine was Voldemort’s Daughter”

By Katherine G. Huber

Hermione stood there, looking absolutely terrified.

“Hermione?” Harry said uncertainly. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, Harry,” Hermione whispered. “I-I’m sorry. I told them not to - but - Dad - I had to be here, Harry, I had to help!”

“What’re you talking about, Hermione? You were supposed to go back!”

“Harry, I’m not who you think I am! I’m not Muggle-born! And it’s not Snape who’s trying to steal the stone for Voldemort, it’s - it was - me!”

Harry gasped.

“Harry,” Hermione begged. “Use your brain! Who do you think my dad is?”

A solution swarmed into Harry’s brain mind. A solution so ridiculous, so utterly impossible, that he tried to dismiss it immediately. But there was a feeling in the pit of his stomach, - a feeling that could not be ignored.

“No!” he said. Then louder, “NO!”

“Yes, Harry,” said Hermione, locking eyes with him. “Voldemort is my father.”

“But-how-you just-you’ve been working for him the whole time!”

“No,” Hermione murmured, looking at her shoes. “At the beginning, I was. But not now. I made up my mind today . . . but I couldn’t find the time to tell you.”

“It’s not possible!” Harry’s mind was reeling. “So the troll you let it in!”

“Yes.”

“And the Quidditch match!”

“No, that wasn’t me. That was entirely my father, or his spirit, as you might say. I ran in front of him to set Snape on fire, and broke his eye contact. Dad was furious, but somehow; I couldn’t bear to see you killed.”

Harry swallowed thickly. “And here I thought you were my friend.”

“Oh, Harry, I was! You must believe me! You have every right to be angry, but ask yourself this-would I have told you this if I wasn’t your friend? Would I have saved your life at the Quidditch match? Wouldn’t I have let you swallow the poison when we went through the logic puzzle?” She became serious. “Now Harry, you must do exactly as I say. I want you to walk back through the fire. I’ll put a charm on you so that it won’t hurt. Get Ron, and fetch Dumbledore. When Dad sees the two of us in the same place, he’ll-”

“Are you mental? I’m not leaving you!”

“What?” Hermione’s eyes widened. “After everything I’ve done to you, you’d refuse the chance to see my dad rip me to shreds?” Her voice lowered. “I deserve to die.”

“Hermione, you’re forgetting about the stone! He gets it if he kills you. For now, we’re in this together.” Harry stuck out his hand. “Deal?”

Hermione hesitated for a fraction of a second, and then shook.

Suddenly, a loud whoosh startled the pair. Harry whirled around, scrambling back when he saw the -- the thing that met his eyes. Hermione gave a small shriek of revulsion, and Harry couldn’t blame her. It wa

“If Harry was Voldemont’s Son”

By Dominique M. Billington.

“But I thought-Snape- '' Harry's mind was racing “Severus? Ha! He does seem like the type though,I’ll applaud you on that.” “There is something someone needs to tell you.”Quirell snapped his fingers and to Harry’s Surprise Ropes sprang out of thin air and wrapped tightly around Harry. “There’s someone who wants to meet you.” Quiruell said more softly. Quiruell unwrapped his turban then the ropes vanished. It was a horrible face. “Ah,Harry…” Whispered the face. Harry tried to walk backwards or sideways but he couldn’t he just couldn’t “There’s something rather touchy I should say,” The voice whispered “Touchy?! What’s so Touchy?! Like how you killed me parents!” Harry knew it was Voldemort. It was by his voice.He wasn’t as surprised as he thought he should be. “My Boy…...Your father is Lord Voldermort your name is Harry James Riddle. Not Harry Jame Potter…” Quirell whispered waiting for Harry’s reaction. Harry Stood there,shocked. He stuttered out a few words. “W-what...I- Can I go….” “Sure my boy,” Riddle said, asking Quirrell to teleport him to his dorm. “Ma-” Ron stopped to see Harry’s face with a look in his eye. “What happened Mate? Was it Malfoy?” Ron asked. “No…” Harry could barely form the words in his mouth. “You Okay Mate?” Ron asked “I don’t know Ron.” Harry shook his head “I don’t know,” During Great Hall Harry barely ate a bite. Even when both Ron and Hermoine insisted to.He asked to see Dumbledore. When he got to his office what had happened popped in his mind again. “You came to see me?” Dumbledore asked. “Mhm….Is it true?” Harry asked looking down at his shoes. “What is true Harry?” Dumbledore asked, raising his eyebrow. “Am I Tom Riddle’s Son?” Harry asked as quickly as he could. “What has that idea in your brain?” Dumbledore asked with a look of concern. “Tom Riddle told me….He told me...He told me I was his son. That my name is Harry James Riddle. Is that true Headmaster Dumbledore?” Harry’s voice had risen. “Yes...it is true” Dumbledore sighed “But you weren’t supposed to know.” “Why is he after me?Why did he kill Lily and James Potter? Why was I at the Dursleys?” Harry had so many questions. “I can answer the first one,and the second as for the third I can not tell you you’ll know when it’s time.” Dumbledore explained “He’s after you because we took you from him, that’s when he turned into Voldemort-” “You what?!” Harry yelled “Your the reason Tom Riddle is Voldemort. You could have left me with him, why did you take me from him?!” “Because, Riddle wasn’t fit to take care of a child on his own.” Dumbledore responded, “I don’t care.” Harry mumbled and with that he walked out. When he got to his dorm Hermoine was waiting for him. Ron was sitting in his bed. “What happened?” Hermoine asked “Let’s wait till tomorrow ‘Moine it looks like Harry’s not in the mood” Ron whispered and layed down “Sorry guys,I just don’t wanna go off on you guys,” Harry added as Hermone left their dorm. So there he was laying in bed with so many questions. Suddenly out of nowhere Malfoy accio himself to Harry. “What do you want Malfoy?” Harry asked, his back facing Draco. “I wanted to say sorry. About everything.” Draco said as Ron murmured “What in the world-'' But Ron stayed quiet to hear what Harry was going to say. “It is only first year….I’ll forgive you but the real question is will Ron and ‘Monie forgive you,” Harry turned over to face the Shadowy figure that was Draco Malfoy. “I’ll try...Po-Harry,Bye for now.” And Draco Arrico Himself out of the dorm. “Wow-” Ron whispered “You heard all of that?” Harry asked “Yep Mate,and I’ll forgive him, only for your sake.” Ron chuckled. “Should we go ask Heroine?” Harry chuckled. He knew Hermoine would attack them for being up at this hour. “Sure mate,if you wanna die sure.” Ron rolled over “No thanks” Harry replied and fell asleep.