Deception

C H A P T E R 4

"All warfare is based on deception" - Sun Tzu

Thomas Marvolo Riddle or should I say Marvolo Salazar Gaunt was angry no wait furious, the old coot was going to die and not in a pleasant way. He was shocked to find out about his soulmate who was apparently out for his blood and it made sense seeing that he is been trying to kill her since she was a baby.

The big bad Dark Lord was trying to kill a baby. Why? Just because of a prophecy that was given out by a scam Seer, who was giving a job interview to too many names Dumbledore for a position as the professor of diviation at Hogwarts in a Pub. Now, this prophecy that was given out had been heard by his precious death eater, let's not forget, he only heard the first half.

This wasn't staged at all. Him being the last heir of Slytherin took all his decisions in a very calculative manner, he could never go wrong. So being paranoid was okay and acting rationally was even better, because being the reason for the miseries of his beloved soulmate was right.

He always wanted to have a person by his side who would understand him and not judge him for his doings. He wanted a person that would help him out of the darkness but sit beside him. And now that he found the person, he regrets every decision taken against her.

Wearing a three-piece black suit, that shows off his well-built figure.

Using the Floo, he arrived at the ministry, only to be greeted by Lord Lucius Malfoy.

After Voldemort's defeat, Lucius managed to avoid imprisonment by lying that he had been acting under the. He and his family remained members of the social elite, though Lucius continued to demonstrate his prejudice.

Everybody from the light side and the dark side were attending the ball. Many were staring at the newcomer he looked like he was in his early twenties. His ice-blue eyes scanned the ballroom. He spotted Albus Dumbledore, clenching his jaw he walked straight to Lucius.

"My Lord," greeted Malfoy.

"Lucius," returned Tom, both together turned and walked towards, the bar which was occupied by Severus Snape.

" My lord, Lucius," greeted Severus " Potter and Black have taken control over the headquarters of the Order. Both have started ignoring Dumbledore." Informed Severus.

" Do you know the reason why the sudden change in the behavior," questioned Lucius, the only information that he got was that Potter and her gang were Dumbledore's followers. The information was based on the observation of his son Draco Malfoy.

" No, the only thing that was noticeable was that they were cold even to the Weasley's, they were minding their own business that was to stick inside their own room,"
Replied Severus

" When you say room, don't you mean rooms?" Questioned Riddle. His protective side was taking a place.

" My lord, Lupin jr, Longbottom, Black jr, and the potter spawn shared one room, when questioned they replied that they always share a room, said they have done it since they were small children. They also revealed the fact that Lupin, Black, and Potter were raised in an orphanage," answered Snape.

The last line stabbed Tom through the heart. Orphanage. He was the reason why she was an orphan.

The two giant doors opened by the butler that announced the arrival of

" Lord Neville Frank of the most ancient and noble house of Longbottom and A he noble house of Prewett." 

Looking dashing as always, had a hard stare boring right into Albus Dumbledore

" Lord Atlas Regulus of the most ancient and noble house of Black and most ancient and Noble house of McKinnon,"

Good lord another Black Lord looking handsome as always, carrying the beauty of the house of Black, smirking at the audience he walked in.

" Lord Caleb Lupin of most ancient and Noble house of Lefay,"
now that was surprising, everybody gasped at him. The heir of the first dark lady. Looking intimidating and dominating.

" Lady Harriet Dorea of the most ancient and Noble house of Potter and  the most ancient and Noble house of Peverell,"

Looking like the epitome of beauty, who stared straight into ice blue eyes that turned red.

All four of them looking really gorgeous. The girl was led by the Lefay Heir.

Dumbledore stood there shocked beyond belief. They all had taken their Lordships, he knew that Atlas had taken the heirship according to Sirius. How did they know about their heritage was the question. He saw a very young-looking dark lord walking into the ballroom. Before he could approach them, Fudge walked over to them, and he was caught over in a conversation with Lord Abbott.

"Ah Miss Potter, we meet again," greeted Fudge. He saw the glint in her eyes. He couldn't pinpoint what it was but it scared him.

"Lady Potter, if you would Minister," requested Harriet.

" Of course Lady Potter" hesitantly replied Fudge

" Well if you would excuse us" saying that Harriet walked await with three boys trailing behind her.

Daphne Greengrass the heiress of the noble house of Greengrass. She looked exactly like her father. The Greengrass family was known for their business in the raw materials of potions. The family produced Politicians alongside healers and potion masters. The family was neutral last war. They stayed out of the war for a few reasons.

Daphne looked stunning in her black dress that hugged her figure.

" Hello Daphne" the hot breath hitting her neck. The voice sent shivers down her spine. A hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her so her back was touching a hard well-formed chest

" Atlas" gasped Daphne. 

"How are you mon amour?" questioned Atlas. Daphne quickly turned and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips.

Away from these lovebirds, Caleb was staring at a young man. He knew he couldn't do much other than stare at him. They were on the opposite sides, and his sister was more important than his love life which does not really exist.

" You know you don't have to worry about me, just go for it. I am sure he will understand, cause from what I know he likes you too," reminded Harriet, "ask him for a dance go, go for it," pushing Caleb to pursue him, she walked towards the Bar to accompany Draco, but a hand caught her wrist. The touch brought sparks throughout her body.

"May I have a dance, Lady Potter,"