Harry Potter lived an isolated life. He never knew his father, James Potter had a little sister. He never knew that he had another option instead of living with the vile Dursley family.
But, fate itself is a confusing person, so when Ensley Potter j...
This story is dedicated to my best friend @roslyn2shootingstar, who has many times supported me and helped me through hard times.
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The world had grown dark and dim, as if lights had been turned down. Sadness and eeriness lurked around every corner of the wizarding world. There was no more a word called "normal". Even the muggle world was poorly affected.
The magical Hogwarts Express horned loudly, signally children one last time to board the train. The Golden Trio sat in a compartment, as Harry ranted about Draco Malfoy the whole time.
"So, what was Malfoy doing with that weird-looking cabinet? And who were all those people? Don't you see! It was a ceremony, an initiation."
"Stop it, Harry. I know where you're you are going with this." Hermoine replied to Harry.
"It happened. He's one of them" Harry retorted back.
"One of what?" Ron questioned
"Harry is under the impression that Draco Malfoy is now a Death Eater" Hermoine explained to Ronald.
"You're barking, mate" Ron chuckled. "What would You-Who-Know want with Malfoy?"
"Well, then, what's he doing in Borgin and Burkes? Browsing for furniture?" Harry inquired sarcastically.
"It's a creepy shop. He is a creepy bloke." Ron tried to justify agreeing with Hermoine.
"Look, his father is a Death Eater. It only makes sense. Besides Hermoine saw it with her own eyes."
"She's been over this, Harry. She doesn't know what exactly she saw." Ron started to ramble before sitting in a straighter position.
Harry's breathing became harder. " I need some air." Harry raised something of the compartment shelf before leaving the compartment.
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It was dinner time. The young first years had been sorted. The feast was itself already halfway all done. And still, there was no sign of Harry.
"Don't worry. He'll be there in a minute." Ron shoveled more food into his mouth.
Hermoine stared at Ron in disbelief. "Will! You! Stop! Eating!" With each word Ron was hit hard with a newspaper that Hermoine had been reading previously. " Your best friend is missing"
"Oi! Turn around, you lunatic!" At his words, Ginny and Hermoine turned towards the entrance of the hall.
Harry stood beside Luna Lovegood, a bloody cloth being held to his nose.
"He's coved in blood again. Why's he always coved in blood? " Ginny inquired.
"Look's like it's his own this time" Ron commented.
"Where have you been" Hermoine inquired as Harry took a seat opposite to her. "What happened to your face."
"Later" Harry mumbled.
Ginny grabbed the blood cloth from him, pressing it against his nose and holding pressure.
"What have I missed" He questioned the group, as his eyes set towards Ginny.
"The Sorting Hat urged us all to be brave and strong for the troubled times ahead. Easy for it to say isn't. He is just a hat. " Harry tipped his head toward Ron, raising his eyebrows in agreement.
Dumbledore stepped up to the podium. The crowd quietened. Harry scooted his attention from Ginny toward the podium, where Dumbledore had just begun his speech.
"Very best of the evenings to you all. First off, let me introduce you to the newest member of our staff- Horace Slughorn." The students applauded as a short man with an immense bell stood up. "Professor Sluhorn has happily agreed to return to his old post as the potions master. Meanwhile, the post of the Defence Against the Dark Arts will be taken by Professor Snape."
The students of Slytherin started to applaud with immense happiness as Ron and Harry eyed each other, annoyance filled to the brim with their expressions.
"Now, in recent times Professor Mcgonagall, our beloved transfiguration teacher has not been feeling well since the last year's accident, so she has decided she will teach only the students of Year 1 to Year 4, while a new teacher will teach the rest of you, so the last but the least, I present to Professor Viola."
Just as the name was called out, a young 18-year-old tall woman with long dark brown hair walked in. She wore a black body suit with a design in black and gold. The student applauded as she walked into the hall.
The young teacher walked towards the podium and shook hands with Professor Dumbledore.
"Isn't she way too young to be a teacher ?" Ron whispered to Harry and Hermoine.
"She does look young, almost 18 I would say." Harry murmured back.
"Stop it guys, look everybody in the hall is murmuring about the same thing." Hermoine whispered-yelled at them.
"QUIET!" The loud voice of Professor Dumbledore boomed in the hall. "Professor Viola here has been one of the best students, during her time at Hogwarts. I have personally requested Miss Ensley Viola to teach and I with all due respect, I want you all to behave."
The last of the claps and murmurs died down, as Professor Viola sat down and Professor Dumbledore continued, "Now, as you know, each and every one of you were searched upon your arrival here tonight. And you have the right to know why. Once, there was a young man, who, like you, sat in this very hall, walked this castle's corridors, sleep under its roof. He seemed to all the world a student like any other. His name? Tom Riddle." Gasps erupted through the Great Hall. Many stiffened at the name. "Today, of course, he's known all over the world by another name. Which is why, as I stand looking out upon all of you tonight, I'm reminded of a sobering fact. Every day, every hour, in this very minute, perhaps, dark forces attempt to penetrate this castle's walls. But in the end, their greatest weapon is you. Just something to think about. Now, off to bed. Pip-pip."
