Cross-Time

Chapter XXXIII -Whipped-

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[French]

–Parseltongue–

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

{Talking through Horcrux}

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

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

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Chapter XXXIII

–Whipped–

Monday, 20 November 1972

If any student expected that Callisto Peverell being now officially engaged to Professor Riddle meant that the girl would win a pedestal in class and no need to work to get good grades they were gravely mistaken. On the very first class after the official engagement ball, the two hit heads while in class over something stupid and the Slytherin girl ended up losing a lot of points for the House as well as get grounded.

If the other students would look at the girl's friends, they would see some of them facepalming while others rolling their eyes and some were looking at her amused for her daring (that's Gryffindors for you). No one of Peverell's group was surprised, though, that the two hadn't suddenly turned into the couple number One.

It was actually strange to hear the Professor call his future wife by title and surname instead of her name.

–C-T–

Mid-December 1972

CEP's POV

Harry finished brushing Voldemort's office with the toothbrush after another hour of grounding and looked up to find the portrait of the founder Salazar Slytherin with his back to him. After Harry having told Professor Slughorn how Professor Dumbledore would walk in uninvited, the man hadn't stopped until he had gotten the School Board to agree that Professor Riddle had more right over the school than the Headmaster ever had and (to force the Headmaster to keep the rules) the second frame of the founder had been moved onto the door of the office.

He wondered who was on the other side requesting entrance.

Harry gave another look around to be sure it was all as clean as possible, before he put on his school robe again over his inner-clothes and threw the toothbrush onto the garbage bin by the side since supposedly it was his last grounding (for now at the least). He approached the frame and knocked. The portrait turned around and looked back.

–I've finished.– Harry stated, signalling around.

The man's silver eyes looked around, before he nodded.

"Sit down and tell Marvolo's servant to bring thou tea."

–Sir...–

"Thou are speaking in Parseltongue, Heir Evelyn." The portrait argued and Harry blushed. "I could never let thou leave until I'm certain thou are in control again."

He moved to one of the armchairs as the portrait turned again to argue with whoever was on the other side of the frame. Slippery popped in with Harry's tea mug, who smiled thankfully and started sipping as he waited to be allowed out. Harry was almost done when the fireplace turned green. Voldemort stepped out of the floo and looked at Harry confused.