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—THE NEXT FEW DAYS PASSED BY. Rigel walked into the great hall one morning and sat down at the Slytherin table in front of his friends.
Blaise wordlessly gave him the daily prophet, knowing that Rigel hated mornings by now and didn't want to talk.
Rigel nodded as a thanks to him and looked at it,
'RIGEL BLACK: THE ALLEGED CHOSEN ONE?'
He frowned, sitting up straighter and continuing to read it,
'Earlier this week, us in the daily prophet studio have gotten word from someone, who wants to remain anonymous, that Rigel Potter-Black is the chosen one! Rigel Black, (Harry Potter), had been in a prophecy with you-know-who years prior, in the first wizarding war. Turns out, the Black heir is the only one that can defeat you-know-who in the end. So the question remains: Will Rigel Potter-Black stay as you-know-who's companion? Or will he save us in the end? —Rita Skeeter, special corespondent of the daily prophet.'
Rigel sneered. Of course he was going to keep being friends with Tom.
Honestly, who in their right minds would believe that he would betray—
"Harry, my boy?"
Nevermind.
Rigel tensed, slowly turning around, his face portraying no emotions. "Headmaster."
"I request to see you in my office in a few minutes, Harry. I trust you will be there?" asked Dumbledore, his eyes glinting.
"Rigel." The boy corrected. "Of course, headmaster."
"Oh, and I do like lemon drops." said Albus Dumbledore just before leaving him.
"I'll see you both later," mumbled Rigel, standing up.
Draco and Blaise looked at him in pity. "Goodluck, mate." Blaise said.
••
"Lemon drops."
Rigel watched as the staircases to the headmaster's office was now shown. He walked up on it and knocked on the door, opening it when Dumbledore said, "Come in."
"You wished to see me, sir?" asked Rigel with fake politeness.
"Yes, Harry—"
"Rigel."
Dumbledore smiled in pity. "That isn't the name your parents gave you, Harry—"
"Yes, it is." sneered Rigel. "Sirius and Remus gave me that name."
"Your parents are Lily and James Potter, Harry. However, I didn't request for you to come here for that. Maybe another day." Dumbledore stroked his beard.
Then, he stood up and walked over to a glass cabinet that was filled with vials. "I know how hard this must be for you, Harry, getting stuck between two sides of this war. So, I've decided to make it easier for you to choose. By helping you. You can see Tom Riddle in his early school years and the stuff he did. But first, you'll be seeing something else. When you're done, you can give me your answer."
