Post Mortem

Chapter 12

TOM'S POV

I observed the man in front of me. I couldn’t see his face since it was securely covered by a mask, however I could still see his eyes, they were a brilliant bright green. They seemed to be glowing. “Who are you,” I asked as I snatched the outstretched robes from him. “How do you feel?” he asked instead of responding. “I asked you something first,” I scowled as I began to slide on my trousers. “That may be so, but you are in my manor, and I’m the one that resurrected you. Fully intact be the way. I didn’t have to make sure that you were sane,” he sneered. I sighed as I warily looked at him for a moment, “I feel fine, thank you. Now will you please tell me who you are?” I asked again.

He chuckled as he took a step towards me. “I cannot tell you quite yet. I need to tell you a few ground rules, and what I have done,” the stranger said as he summoned a few chairs for us to sit in. I hesitantly sat and watched him. “First and foremost I got rid of all of your horcruxes, I combined them and resurrected you, soul fully intact and sane. Now, you will leave Harry James Potter alone, and stop any plans you have of mass genocide,” he declared. I raised my brow at him before chuckling. “I never had plans for genocide… as for the request regarding Harry Potter… I will leave the boy alone as long as he doesn’t meddle in my plans,” I tried to sound diplomatic as I said this.

The man sighed, “I suppose that’s fair then,” he stood as he said this. “Come along, we’re going to the bank to get  you an identity,” he opened the door waiting for me to follow. I narrowed my eyes as I reluctantly followed him out the door and through dark corridors. When we got to the bottom of some stairs he suddenly grabbed me and apparated us away. When we arrived I was surprised that I stumbled slightly.

I turned and glared at him, “Don’t ever do that again,” I practically snarled, it was then that I noticed that I was quite a bit shorter than me, his head barely made it to my bottom lip. I raised a brow at him, trying my hardest not to chuckle. “I apologize, I didn’t want you thinking when we apparated,” he said as he brushed past me. I let out a defeated sigh as I began to follow him once again. I took in my surroundings, we’re in Diagon Alley. Everything seems much older yet newer than what I recall. I noticed people glancing at us, clearly taking us in.

“Why do I need a new identity?” I asked as I began to walk right beside this short stranger, “Your original identity is of no good. Dumbledore will most likely tell everyone who you truly are if you stay Tom Riddle and go into the political field, not to mention if you have an ancient name that will demand more respect from the other lords and ladies,” he said matter of factly. I thought for a moment, “I suppose you’re right, however I don’t think there’s much to my name,” I said in response. “Only way to find out really,” he sounded frustrated as he said this.

We began to walk up the steps to the bank, the stranger bowing to the guards and the guards bowed back, I tilted my head in a slight bow, I was slightly relieved when they dipped their heads back. The stranger didn’t even bother to go through the lines and walked up to the head teller, “I’m here to see Gryh please,” he said. The goblin nodded and began to walk away, the stranger began to follow him, grabbing hold of my wrist, forcing me to follow.

HENDRIX’S POV

To say that it brought me a sick kind of joy to watch Tom Riddle practically crawl through the door would be all too true. I covered my snickers with my hand, “I know what you mean now Gryh,” I chuckled as I went and sat in front of him, he chuckled darkly with me. “Who’s your companion?” he asked as he warily eyed Tom, “He needs a new identity, and before you ask I am ready to make a deal,” I sighed, a wicked grin grew across his features, “I get the cup,” he said proudly, I blinked for a moment before smiling, although it was covered by my mask, “Deal.”

We shook hands and Gryh pulled out a parchment and dagger, “Now if you would just prick your finger here sir,” he said as he handed Tom the dagger, Tom didn’t even wince as he stabbed his finger. The blood slowly dripped onto the parchment, allowing words to spill across the page. I watched in intrigue as the page filled out effortlessly. “We’re going to create your new identity from some of your lineage, this should allow you to see who your ancestors are,” Gryh said as he snatched the parchment away from my prying eyes.

Tom looked over the page with an expression of curiosity, “Stange, I didn’t know I was descended from them,” he said as he looked on in deep thought. Gryh seemed to contemplate as well before looking up at me with a wicked grin. I raised my brow at him, patiently waiting to see what he wanted to say. “I think you should wait outside, this is a much more personal affair,” Gryh said as he shooed me out of the door. I grumbled as I practically crawled through the door, hearing dark chuckles follow me out of the room.

TOM’S POV

I held the parchment in my hands carefully, looking it over several times. Not quite believing what I was reading. “There’s a problem with one of the names on here, there’s a lord that has already proclaimed this name as his,” I sighed as I set the parchment down and watched as the goblin known as Gryh began to sift through some of the drawers at his desk. “Yes well, there can be more than one lord with that name, and still not even be remotely related,” he shrugged as he pulled out a golden quill.

I glanced down at the parchment again and began to think. “I have a name suggestion then,” I said as I narrowed my eyes slightly. The goblin chuckled. “Let's hear it then,” I pointed to the name. “I would like to change my first name, Tom just doesn’t fit,” the goblin rolled his eyes at this, “I thought that’s why you changed it to Voldemort,” he snarked. I chuckled to myself, “Yes well, my arrangement with the gentlemen in the hallway prevents me from using that title again, besides this is supposed to be a completely new start,” I sighed, resting my hand at my temple.

HENDRIX’S POV

I was impatiently tapping my foot as I waited, I once again casted a tempus. I growled in impatience as I began to pace the corridor. Finally, after a good hour, the door finally opened. Tom stepped out, smiling as he shook hands with Gryh, both of them chuckling about something. I felt my eyes twitch.

“Are the two of you done making friends?” I sneered as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Oh yes, Gryh here is quite delightful, my identity is all sorted out,” Tom beamed as he came and stood next to me. “It was a pleasure gentlemen, may your gold forever flow,” Gryh said as he turned to go back into the office, “Thank you Gryh, may your enemies fall at your feet,” I said as I bowed my head, Gryh returning the gesture.

Tom and I made it back to Diagon Alley, Tom looking all too pleased with himself. “So I suppose you are no longer Tom Riddle. What should I call you now?” I asked with a sigh. Tom side-eyed me for a moment before chuckling. “I shall tell you my name if you tell me yours,” he snarked. I rolled my eyes, “Alright, fine,” I sighed. I grabbed Tom by his wrist and apparated us back to the manor, landing us into my study. With a wave of my hand my mask faded. I watched as Tom’s eyes took me in, seemingly devouring me with his gaze.

“My name is Hendrix Peverell LeFay, the last of the LeFay lineage,” I proudly proclaimed as I sat in my chair, Tom watched me for a moment before a charming smile over took his features, “I go by Thorsten Peverell Slytherine, I am the last of the Slytherine lineage,” his smile was wicked as he took in my look of shock.