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"Potter. Potter!"
It was the next day, and snow had fallen so thickly overnight that Herbology had been cancelled, giving the four of them a free morning. Marilyn had set off outside, as Ernie the dog had bounded outside at sunrise with no coat on, and she wanted to put that and his socks on. Meanwhile, Harry went looking for the Hufflepuff who had seen him talking to the snake. He wanted to speak to someone and at least try to explain what happened.
He'd found a group of Hufflepuff's in the library, who were saying horrible things about him, entirely convinced he was the heir, and then bumped into Hagrid, who told him about dead chickens.
Now, while making his way rather aimlessly through corridors, someone called his name behind him.
He glanced behind him, seeing a furious Riddle hurrying towards him.
"What the hell were you playing at yesterday?!" He questioned, as Harry stopped and turned to him.
"What's the supposed to mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean. Turning that snake on Locke yesterday." He stopped in front of him. "What the hell were you thinking?"
His voice came out furious. "I didn't turn it on her! I didn't even touch her!"
"Oh, but you tried! I should've seen this coming, honestly!" He sounded beyond furious. "Of course you're the one who is related to Slytherin."
"I'm not the heir."
"I think you're one of them. And not some cheap impersonation, like the lie I told Locke, I think you're blood related."
"Think what you want, Riddle, it's all you're good for." He turned and walked away. "And leave Marilyn alone!"
"Boys, boys, stop yelling!" Sir Nicholas appeared, floating through the ground towards them. "Classes are in session."
Riddle ignored him. "You want to say you're not the heir, but you can't even speak Parselmouth without a snake in front of you, can you?!" He yelled down the hall towards him. "Because it's in your blood, Potter."
"You're just trying to turn it on me - I know you're the heir, and I'm going to prove it!" Harry turned back to him, equally as furious, now, their shouting echoing against the stone walls.
"Oh, I sure, I might be the heir, but I'd never open the Chamber! You? You hate your muggle family - everybody knows it. Locke was allowed bring her damn dog because she missed her family so much she wouldn't come to the school, Granger focused on marks - you? You were fine with this school the second you stepped food in it. Don't want anything to remind you of your Muggle family, is that it?"
"You don't know what you're talking about! Anyone would hate the Dursleys! And I'm going to prove it's you, Riddle." Harry's voice shook with fury. "And stay away from Marilyn!"
"You touch a hair on that girl's head, I'll send the monster after you myself! Any of the Muggle-borns in this school, and you're dead by your own design, Potter, I swear it! This ends now. You're not killing anyone this time. I found where your secret Chamber is, and I'll use it!"
"Potter and Riddle-" Sir Nick was ignored again.
Harry glared at Riddle. "I'm not going to hurt any of them - I'm not the heir!"
He turned and left, as Nick began talking to Riddle, but as he rounded the corner, he heard it.
'He must die . . . kill . . . kill . . . time to kill . . . '
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Darwinism | hp
FanfictionMarilyn Locke was adopted and raised by her Muggle family, and thought that her life at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardly would be filled with no friends and an overwhelming atmosphere. What she didn't think, was that she's be both the most...
