I Know Your Secret

The Greatest Secrets Ever NOT Told

Hope Potter had been captured, blood used and all of that, but her plan would have to change slightly as she watched as the girl in front of her was laughing maniacally as she looked down at her newly resurrected body.

She was a few inches shorter than Hope, and she had short ruffled black hair and pale skin with pitch black eyes and veins showing on her forehead and cheeks, running down her neck. She was naked with small pale breasts at around fourteen, nearly fifteen years old, and some light pubic hair between her legs.

The girl looked down at her own body not realising what was wrong at first before double taking after her few moments of elation ended, and finally realising through her glee that something had gone terribly wrong.

She squealed in horror, hiding herself in embarrassment by crossing her arms across her chest while Peter Pettigrew stared at her from behind as she was probably the only girl he had ever seen naked. Her wand flew from where he had it, into her hand in less than a moment. She cut him down in her humiliation, and sliced through his body with a spell. He dropped to the ground bloodied and dead.

Hope was a little surprised, just a little because she would have likely acting in that exact way if Pettigrew peek in on her too. He was obviously a freaking pervert. Anyway it was a girl thing to show solidarity when perverted old bastards were concerned, and if she hadn't been busy freeing herself during the distraction she might have shot him herself. Plus he was responsible for her parents' deaths, and a total creep-oid.

Though then again, the girl before her obviously did the deed, but the more she discovered about Dumbledore and his evil (in other words insanity) he could have been the cause from the start. Researching what little she could find, 'Tom' Riddle was quite obviously a troubled child from the beginning. Then slowly 'he' became a model student and nobody questioned that, ever.

With the way Albus Dumbledore had imprisoned his own sister between life and dead, Hope wouldn't be surprised by anything that old man did. Looking to the facts, Peter Pettigrew would have been obvious to Dumbledore. Sirius had mentioned not remembering much about why he decided Pettigrew would make the better Secret Keeper.

Though, that wasn't to say the rat was totally talentless. He did become an animagus after all. Sirius admitted that he hadn't actually known why he chose Pettigrew over Remus, and every time he tried to say it was because Remus was a werewolf, Sirius just didn't seem to believe that himself the more he said it the more stupid it sounded. Remus Lupin had always been clever, and despite his illness he was always nice and understanding within reason of course.

That was why Hope chose to want answers, not revenge. The girl before her had angry tears in her eyes. Voldemort couldn't feel beyond anger, but she could. She had stripped her humanity away in her anger at the world, but her resurrection gave her a new life. She may have still been flowing with dark magic, but she had her soul back, renewed, regenerated, and whole; she could feel again.

"Oh, wow!" Hope startled the girl finally as she had freed herself from where she had let that ugly rat fool tie her to the tombstone of 'Voldemort's' father. "My arch nemesis is actually a girl! Who the hell would have figured that one out?!" she asked herself in wonder while she twiddled her wand after summoning it without any focus like 'Voldemort' had hers. She wanted to spend a few minutes talking with her new 'friend' while her new 'friend' wouldn't feel as threatened.

Hope laughed as the 'new' girl stared at her, confused and rightfully concerned before she continued, "so it undid all of the spells and bull shit you did to pretend to be a boy and make people, even Dumbledore think of you as... wait, Dumbledore wouldn't stomach a female dark – well whatever, so he would probably convince himself, well-." She gestured towards her foe.

"What did you do to me?!" she demanded in a cool and collect voice. It was soft, young, and feminine, nothing how it once was. It managed to betray her nervousness with a slight waver, as she stopped covering herself since Pettigrew was dead and Hope, her enemy yes, was also a girl, which she would have never had qualms with being naked in front of in her original body.

"I gave you my blood willingly!" she answered, shrugging while Volde-chick screeched in anger and flung a spell at her.

Hope battered it away since it wasn't very deadly. "Captured your imposter a while back," she added, shrugging as she nudged another spell away. "So what is your real name anyway?"

"Fate!" she spat out angrily. "Tabitha Fate Riddle!" she replied hatefully. "Named after my filthy muggle grandmother and Fate was just ironic wasn't it. I disguised myself as that filthy man because women were treated like second class citizens in the magical world, and my minions would have never followed me, no matter how afraid of me they were!"

She turned around and bent over, not realising that Hope checked out her nice firm butt (and the rest) while gulping as her enemy was really hot as she grabbed a long black robe and pulled it over herself, covering her body before she turned back to Hope, glaring at her, she continued.

"I used the name Fate, and I made sure the filthy purists were afraid of me. I had an idea, to make myself represented as a boy, and out of hate, so I always remembered; I used my filthy muggle fathers' name. I used mental and physical illusions and tricks at first to change people's perspective of me, and they were so easy to control, and once they believed I was male, they bowed before me with ease, or maybe they were gay; I couldn't care less!"

"Hope isn't my first name either, though I used it too much," Hope replied with a sheepish grin. "My name is Kairi!" she said, shrugging. "I asked McGonagall about that. I was apparently named after some girl my mother knew from school. The girl died for my mother. She was Japanese and that's why it's a little odd sounding, so I go by Hope, maybe to give people hope.

"Hmm... but mainly because Dumbledore called me it, probably to trick people because of the hope thing, so maybe I should use my real name. If for nothing more than to piss off the old man. It would also honour my mother's friend and saviour," she muttered the last to herself (though Tabitha heard every word) in thought before shrugging it away for later evaluation.

"Why should I care girl!?" she demanded in spite, but it had lost all impact that it used to have, and the way she said 'girl' was kind of evil being adorable. "Why are you no longer afraid of me!?" she demanded and looked close to having a temper tantrum.

"Umm... well, you're like my age and I've seen that cute body of yours naked," she replied, shrugging. "It's also kind of a little hard to be afraid of a schoolgirl in a bathrobe!" she added with an amused smirking grin.

"I heard people fear you!"

"I'm awesome, and not in a bathrobe!"

"Not like me you're not!" she replied, pouting and glaring, but it just bounced off and she realised how that sounded, and started blushing. "Anyway, this is NOT a bathrobe!" she tried to correct.

"Right, well Tabby," she said, shrugging as she pulled out a coin. "I'm really going to hate having to spring my trap on you now, but whatever!"

Tabitha's eyes widened before the world faded to black as she should have realised that if they knew her plans they would have a trap waiting for her. She always did underestimate people, but she couldn't help but feel intrigued by Hope – by Kairi Potter – The Saviour Magician, and she was cute, cute was good.