Back in Black

Chapter 44

Dean was bored.

Yes, they were back at Hogwarts, but that didn't mean it was interesting. Dean and boredom were very dangerous things. So it came as a great surprise when Blaise Zabini dragged him into an unused classroom with several other Slytherins.

"You know I could kick your asses right?"

"Not why we wanted to talk to you. Rumor has it you're responsible for the recent upsurge in guys getting dates," said Blaise.

Realization hit Dean like a brick. A slow grin formed on his face.

"Let me get this straight. You want me to give the same 'speech' I gave to Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor last year?"

Blaise nodded.

Dean laughed.

"Alright, I can help you guys out...but first you have to do something for me."

"What?" asked Blaise tiredly.

"I want you to look up the name 'Tom Marvolo Riddle'. And before you ask why, you guys are to rework the name until you get a single sentence that makes sense. When you get that, I'll tell you the same thing I told the other guys last year."

"Why?" asked Nott.

"Do you know what an anagram is?" asked Dean. They shook their heads. "It's when you make words out of the letters of other words. Your precious Dark Lord decided to make one out of his real name."

"Can we get back to you?"

"Again, once you look up Riddle and tell me the sentence that forms out of his full name, I'll help you guys get girlfriends...or boyfriends if you're so inclined," said Dean.

It was subtle, but it would warn the idiots in Slytherin that Voldemort was a damn hypocrite.

The fact Dean was taking control of the school from under Dumbledore solely through the fact he was able to get guys laid nine times out of ten was not lost on him.

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Dean hated Umbitch. The fact she apparently hated him with mutual dislike was nothing to him. He could fry her ass if he wanted, but he had other plans.

Fortunately, he knew he just had to wait until she did something to piss everyone else off. With the school under her control, all he had to do was arrange a few 'detentions' with the right purebloods and the problem would handle itself.

A month into the new school year, Blaise and three others approached him.

"'I am Lord Voldemort'," Blaise stated simply. With the rather pointed clues Dean had given, it was pretty obvious what he was trying to tell them. Considering he was a Gryffindor, the subtle way he did it only made them approve of the American even more.

"Did you look him up like I said?"

"He's the son of a squib and a muggle," said Nott in disgust.

"Head boy or not, there's no way we're going to follow a hypocrite who has a bad habit of torturing people who work for him out of boredom," said Blaise.

"How many others did you tell?"

"Out of Slytherin, the only ones who still cling to Voldemort's banner are those who get their kicks off torturing muggles and muggleborns. Even if it means following a liar," said Blaise. "So about three or four people."

"Bring those who've figured out the truth about this so called 'Heir of Slytherin' to the unused staff room on the fifth floor. The twins can keep the teachers busy while I give you and the others the same talk I gave the other houses," said Dean.