The Pure Heir

The Night gives way for a new Dawn

My mother's funeral passed in a blur of numbness. It's as if the moment since that night my feelings have just froze. Not a tear has shed just this constant numbness. A lot has changed. Narcissa and Draco live with us now. She feared retribution from death eaters for her son warning us. My father holds nothing against her as she is heartbroken and appalled at far her husband would go to kill a family, a child, a child his own son loves. She knew he wasn't the best man but she never knew he could go that far.

In all actuality it's as if my father and Narcissa are two sides of the same coin. Both lost the person they love. And trust me when I say Narcissa really did love Lucius with her whole heart it's how she could look past things he did. If you love someone you have to love them warts and all. Narcissa did that. She wasn't as lucky as my father who had a good partner he loves with all his heart. But nonetheless both have lost their loves. It matters not that her lost love is the cause of his lost love. My father is just that good a man. All this is to say they've struck up a solid friendship and are leaning on each other a lot.

In addition to all this we've also gone and retrieved what we'd need for our fourth year. School begins in a few days and I have one last thing to do before this school year of mayhem. I'd gone to see our family seer to find out what I'd need and now I'm on my way to do it. With that said I currently stand in Little Hangleton Cemetery. I know that later this year the evil side of my cousin will rise again from this same cemetery with a slightly different method than I'm using but we'll be ready.

So here I stand above Tom Riddle Sr's grave with the little black journal and an athame. The seer told me all that was needed was a piece of his soul and my blood since we're family along with his father's bones and it'll bring back the Tom from the journal. My cousin and not the monster he became. Without an doubts I drew the athame blade across my palm and bled unto the journal and onto his father's bones and dropped the journal into the grave.

"Rise Tom Riddle Jr and be born again as the rightful heir to House Slytherin." I called out as a breeze whipped through my hair.

It actually didn't require any words according to the seer but I felt dramatic and my cousin is a rather dramatic arse so I felt it appropriate. I watched below as my blood seemed to be absorbed into the journal and bones. A ghostly specter grew from the grave and began to form a a human shape. I watched in awe as it became more and more solid. Until my flesh and blood cousin just slightly older than me stood before me. We both stood silently staring at each other and judging. I wasn't actually judging him but I could tell he was judging me.

"I guess your family really hasn't been practicing in the inbreeding of other pureblood families because I can definitely sense strong magic in you." Tom finally said.

"So I pass your judgement? Also, it's our first time meeting in real life and that's the first thing you say, cousin?" I asked with a raised brow.

"You pass. Let's go see that old bag of bones and get him on board with enrolling me into Hogwarts again." Tom said completely ignoring the rest of what I said.

"Let's." I agreed.

Tom grabbed my hand and illegally apparated us into Hogsmeade. He dragged me to Honeyduke where the secret passage lies to take us to Hogwarts. We head down it and arrive at the school. We immediately make way to Dumbles office.

"Sugar plum." I said.

"Lemon drop." Tom said.

The way opened for us to Dumbles office after Tom's answer.

"Predictable." Tom muttered for my ears only.

"Ah Miss Dobreva what brings you to Hogwarts early?" Dumbledore asked having not spotted my cousin just yet.