Dark Repercussions

Chapter 20

As the students sat back and relaxed in to their lesson-less day, the Dark Lord found the assassin and dragged him off to Dumbledore's office, Harry made a great show of pretending Tom was turning on him and going to kill him. It probably would have worked if it wasn't for the fact that he was grinning and Vilkas followed them up shaking his head, there were many that would never get used to his eccentric behaviour but Harry just shrugged and asked where the enjoyment in life would be. The first thing Tom did was pack up all the books in the office and hand then to Vilkas to protect, then he waved his wand and decimated the room, every single thing that had previously belonged to the headmaster was obliterated and both Harry and Remus agreed they had never seen the Dark Lord look so pleased with himself.

"You've wanted to do that for a long time, haven't you?" Harry asked him,

"Since 1942." Tom told them, Harry blinked,

"Wow, that's been burning for a while then,"

"Yes, and it felt unbelievably good."

"I can imagine."

"Now, let's see…" He waved his wand and vanished all the wreckage leaving the large circular room bare, the only things that had survived were the portraits, the sorting had and the Sword of Gryffindor.

"Hey, that's my sword." Harry said, picking it up from its place on the wall. It felt comfortable in his hand and he swished it a bit, a delighted grin coming to his face. "I might start taking this out with me."

"Oh good Merlin," Remus muttered amused,

"I see the heirs have re-taken their place." An aged voice said, and they turned to face the sorting hat.

"Hey Stan," Harry greeted brightly, the other two turned to look at him as if he had finally lost it.

"What did you just say?"

"I greeted Stan, it's the polite thing to do." Harry said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Stan?" Vilkas repeated, "Where did that come from?"

"It's his name, he told me when I asked him. I couldn't just refer to him as Hat now, could I?" Harry said in a 'duh' voice.

"How is it that you go from psychotic assassin that couldn't care less about killing and torturing people, to someone who cares enough to ask the sorting hat's name and make sure all the house elves are well looked after." Tom demanded,

"I've told you this so many times, Tom." Harry sighed, "It's my natural charm."

"You have no idea, do you?"

"Absolutely none," Harry agreed brightly,

"You are the impossible one, not me." Tom decided, "Good evening… Stan?"

"I thought appropriate name." The hat, Stan, told him, "Does this mean the castle will flourish once again, I have gotten sick of the crumbling wards and her depressed state."

"We fuelled the wards last night and think she is pleased." Tom said to him, "I'm the new headmaster, and he is the deputy."

"Slytherin and Gryffindor united once again, this is most pleasing." Stan said, "I think this castle is going to become great again,"

"Of course it is, we're in charge." Harry said,

"You do remember we have things to do before you go on to profess your greatness again, don't you?" Vilkas pointed out, Harry sighed but nodded.

"Right, Tom, you need to fix your office."

"I think, if she is pleased enough, the castle may help with that." Tom murmured, he moved to the centre of the room and took a deep breath before he threw his magic out. The room began to change as the magic filled it, and Harry and Vilkas watched impressed as it adapted to Tom's wishes. The floors went to glossy ebony, the walls became deep green mixed with lighter shades and the metal around the room became polished silver. A grand desk formed with a high back chair, comfortable seating arranged itself around the fire place set with a low table, the furniture that appeared was ebony and it was finished with green rugs scattered around the room.