The Riddle's Descendant | Next Generation

3.

The first few months of class where very hectic. The O.W.L requirements had changed a little bit, and we all had to take a mocked test in order to separate those with higher skills to help those who could barely hold their wands together. I can't complain about my skills, magic specially charms comes very easily to me. Most people struggle for a while to get the spells correctly, but I never seemed to struggle. I've even tried a few dark magic spells before, and have succeeded in the process. But no one knows, or should know about that.

"Hey Teddy, how was class?" I ask my currently pinked haired friend, his big smile in his face already telling me the answer.

"I had a lot of fun. Now, all i need is for you to repeat the lecture one more time." I'm sure he's not joking, but i'm going to need a sort of payment for my time.

"I need you to do me a favor in return." I say.

"Anything, little brown." He says kindly.

"I need to talk to Longbottom about my family, or at least about the time when Voldemort was still around." I look at him, trying to read his face, but he is clueless about my odd request.

"Why do you need him? Can't you just ask Draco or Narcissa?" he stops to tie his shoes. "Besides didn't you said you had given up on looking for your family back in third year?" He stands up, poking my belly on his way up.

"This is different.I've been having these dreams or visions about things that happened before, except It's a whole new version." I frown.

"I would recommend you talk to James about this. He is Harry Potter's son after all. But I'm sure Professor Longbottom will be pleased to see you." As we walk down the corridor to the library, we come across Albus and Rose, both walking closely, as if discussing a deep secret. Albus looks up, raising an eyebrow at me. Strange.

"They are up to no good" I murmur, Teddy winks at me, agreeing with me. Once inside the almost empty library, we set our bags in the farthest table. The view of the late summer sunset is amazing from this part of the library. Clover sits by one of the windows, reading a blue bounded book. A long stream of hair framing her round face. She turns the page, a frown forming in her forehead. Whatever she's reading is very thought provoking to her.

"Our Lucky clover is reading?" Teddy says, surprised to this new discovery.

"Shuh. let me.. finish.." I roll my eyes, waving my hand. Teddy giggles a bit, mocking Clover.

"So, where do we start?" He asks, rolling his shirt up to his elbows.

"Well, i'm looking for anyone who has a connection with the name Marvolo, and anything on the battle of Hogwarts"

"The ghosts could help you out with the battle, little brown. Why don't you go talk to Ravenclaw's daughter. I could've sworn professor Longbottom mentioned the Grey Lady helped Potter find Voldemort's horcruxes during the battle." Teddy says as he starts scanning through the big pile of books. Clover on the other hand, still concentrated on her own book. This is the first time I ever see her so concentrated in a book before.

I had thought about asking one of the ghosts for help before, but I have always felt a little intimidated by them. I'm not afraid of them, but I carry the curse of my last name. Everyone assumes I'll hurt them, never giving me a chance to show them i am nothing like the Malfoys. There is some good in me, but no one sees it besides Teddy and Clover. As a muggle-born, Clover has not being poisoned by people's perceptions of my family. She knew the majority of my family were deatheaters and did horrible things under Voldemort's rule, but never applied the same prejudice to me as the others did. I shake my head, trying to clear my mind to the task ahead.