The Other Potter

The Graveyard

I land hard on my stomach. I look around to see what I've gotten myself into; paling and my eyes widening when my eyes land on a very specific headstone.

"Tom Riddle. Well, he has a sense of dramatics, you have to give him that." I say to myself as I get my feet under me. That done I limp forward three steps before a figure appears. I look and a sneer of disgust appears on my face. "Pettigrew."

"Now." A voice hisses. I'm swiftly tightly tied to Riddle Sr's headstone. Pettigrew drops a baby like figure into the cauldron before turning to me. He levitates a femur from the grave under me and moves it towards the cauldron.

"A bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son." Pettigrew lists, dropping it in. He then raises a dagger. "The flesh of a servant, willingly sacrificed, you will revive your master." He says, raising the dagger. I look away just before he cuts off his own hand. I reopen my eyes at a stench close to my face. "The blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you shall revive your foe."

The dagger in his hand cuts a long gash on my left arm. I try my best to not cry out in pain but I fail miserably.

Great. Please let it have drowned. Please let it have drowned.

I close my eyes at the bright light issuing from the cauldron. Even when the light dissipates, I keep them tightly shut.

"Robe me." An eerie voice orders. I've only heard that voice when I'm too close to dementors. "Open your eyes, young Potter."

I open my eyes and glare at him.

"You know, your mother gave your brother and you a blood ward the night I was thwarted. It added protection to you, I couldn't come near you. By using your blood it had more than one use, can you guess what they are?" He asks. I just sneer at him, looking at his hideous form in disgust. He continues without my answering. "It revived me and negated the blood ward. I can touch you now." He says, touching the scar on my arm left over from that night. I cry out in pain making him laugh.

Once he's had his fun he goes to a sobbing Pettigrew and touches his wand to his dark mark.

"Do you know where you stand, Potter? My filthy muggle father's bones. He had his uses in the end."

"I don't get it. You're all for blood purity, but...you're not pure." I say, challengingly.

"I am the heir of Salazar Slytherin. YOU DARE ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!"

"Yeah. You're the heir to Salazar Slytherin, but-like you just said-you have a muggle father. You're still not pure. Having Salazar as a lot of greats grandfather doesn't negate that." I say. He crucios me for speaking the truth.

"I will cleanse the world of muggles and mudbloods."

"We'll die out. Wizards and witches will become squibs without adding new magical DNA to the family trees and magic will cease to exist." I tell him. I get tortured again for that. Before more can be said black smoke appears in the sky.

"Ah, here come my friends." Voldemort says, turning from me. I roll my eyes at his words.

After torturing his followers for trying to save their own necks and Pettigrew gaining a silver hand I'm released from the headstone.

'Bow down to me. Bow.' The voice in my head says. I don't know this feeling though. It's too...happy. Serotonin; in this economy? My humor and thinking is too dark for this to be correct. I just cross my arms and look at him challengingly, raising an eyebrow. He continues to try harder.

"NO!" I yell, bored.

"No, you won't bow?"

"Bow to the man who murdered my parents and has been tormenting my brother and I for the last four years? Yeah, that's not happening." I say. I need a new defense mechanism. My sass is definitely going to get me killed. I get ready for the attack and dive behind a headstone.

"Come out and fight me like an adult! Don't hide like a child! Die with dignity!" Voldemort screams at me. I roll my eyes. I look at the cup lying on the grass, my way back. The head stone I'm behind blows up before I can do anything. "Your parents didn't know when to stop either."

"Really? Last I checked you had to lose your body and use my blood to get a new one just to be able to touch me." I snap, standing up. The last I see is a green light.