Pandora's Spell

Chapter X -Arguing-

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"English"

'Thinking'

„Slovak"

{Talking on the Floocall/through two-way-mirror/through Patronus}

—Parseltongue—

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter X

–Arguing–

Monday, 1 September 1969

LV's POV

"Will I take the train?"

Voldemort looked up from the newspaper towards the blue-haired boy before him already dressed in his school robe and pointy hat, his school truck beside him.

"No. It would be too much for your Dad. You didn't see it, but he saw personally what happened to the train and to Hogsmeade after the Muggles' strike."

Ted, that had been to open his mouth to argue, stopped at Voldemort's explanation.

"Right..."

Voldemort closed the newspaper and set it to the side.

"Very well. Tell me your full name, birthdate, parents' name and where you lived before to have such a darker skin-colour."

Ted approached and sat by the dining table.

"Edward Salazar Riddle, Heir Slytherin. I was born on 16 April... '58?" Voldemort nodded affirmatively and the boy kept on. "My parents are Professor Slytherin, Lord Peverell and Nagini."

"Nagini what?"

"Riddle?"

Voldemort looked at the boy's unsure eyes, before he nodded.

"You need to remember that by heart from now on, Ted."

"Yes, Papa. And I lived all over Europe with my Mama and Papa."

Voldemort nodded approvingly.

"This needs to become something you don't even think before you say."

"What about my siblings?"

"They are still young. If they don't know the full name, birthdate or parents' name is not seen as strange."

"Oh..." Ted nodded. "I can't wait to go to Hogwarts... I had thought..."

"You had lost hope of ever going to a Wizardry School." Voldemort said. Returning to the newspaper. "That's why your Dad brought you all to me."

"For you to stop it." Ted agreed, serving himself. "I hate them..." Voldemort hummed inquisitively. "Muggles. I used to love them with Dad. He used to take us on Muggle diversion locations... but..."

Voldemort looked up at the angry boy, which hair had turned blood red.

"Good." The boy looked back surprised. "I'm not Harry. I won't tell you to love Muggles. I hate them myself. Of course you cannot tell the public about your hate or the reason why. But you can tell me."