Voldemort's Mistake

Wake up

I woke up and I felt less in pain. Samuel was laying by the crook of my neck. My head was giving me a killer headache. The matron came with potions. I stare at her. She poured some down my throat and the headache disappeared. The Headmaster came with an elder man and Snape. I stare at them. Snape gave me a sad smile. I didn't show a single emotion.

"How are you feeling my boy?" Headmaster asked.

I narrowed my eyes. "Since when was I your boy? You accused me of being evil when I had done nothing wrong. It was you and your posse of teachers or followers that got me singled out. Harry was told my father killed his parents. I never met my mom or my dad. My mom saw how my dad was evil and left me in a hospital. I was adopted by a nurse. I know more medical terms, procedures,  flu's , tests then a parent of the child who is getting them. I know Spanish, Indian, Egyptian, German, basically a countries language because I would live there for a couple months then move to a new Hospital. I was raised like a boy who was loved and taught that there is always something you can do to help others. I don't seek revenge because it won't give me my dead parents that adopted me, It wont give me back the friends that betrayed me just because they realized my parents were bastards. I came to get an education and I'm not getting it here when everyone in this damn school tries to kill me. After all, you ordered Harry to shoot me with a stunning spell off the tower. First years are still not able to do that unless they had lived with a wizarding family and Harry only knew of the wizarding world when I did." I sneered. Snape smirked at the head master who had went pale. The elder man looked angry and is waiting for the headmaster to deny what I said. 

I started spouting examples and times. Also knowledge of the stunning spell and what time in the curriculum it is at. Also the fact that I couldn't eat because everything was doused in potions.  

The elder man got tired and got auras, he turned out to be the minister of magic. However with Dumbledore's state in power and he provided information and reasoning's he was able to walk free the next day. I decided to talk to the minister in private.

"Minister can we talk in private?" I asked. 

He nodded and shooed the headmaster and the potions master. He set up privacy words and charms. He sat down in a chair and looked at me.

"Minister, everyone thinks I'm evil when I didn't do a single thing to them. I help a boy find his toad. I helped a girl look for the missing toad for the boy. I haven't spoke a rude word. I'm already having problems concerning to my guardianship. My second couple that adopted me died in June. I was mourning and on top of that I lost my friend who I thought o as a brother. I got him away from his abusive step-father, I took a bullet that was meant for  him from his step-father, I stopped his bullies from hurting me. And when we both found out about my parents he distanced himself and all together stopped talking or being around me. My food is always doused in poison or potions. The last full meal I had was the breakfast my parents fixed me the day they died. I want to prove I am good that I'm not evil. No one is willing to help me prove that I am." I said a tear slid down my cheek. 

He looked to be studying me. "And what reason do you want to prove that your good?" He asked. That question will determine his mind.

"My full name is Brandon Hero Riddle-Solace-McKenzie. My birth mother wanted to me to be the good and hero for earth. She wanted me to be what she was not. Well that was the note that she gave the hospital. Solace was my first adopted mother. She wanted me to be knowledgeable in the world around me. To stand out and be able to help a person in need of help on the spry. If there was a person hurt on the street I can use what I have and save the persons life. McKenzie, my adopted father was a teacher at a school and my adopted mother was a nurse. They both taught me that even though I have knowledge It's my choice to act with it. If there is a chance to help others then do it. I never met the bastard parents that killed so many people. I can't stand watching people die. When I heard my mother scream when she told me to run I turned around to see killing her. I was about to run to her until a doctor grabbed me and dragged me inside. I have depression since then. I would have periods of time that I hate myself for listening to her. Because then I could at least be dead with her instead of being bullied I don't even know of or something I will never do." I said. 

The minister was silent but nodded. "You will be given extra lessons so that by summer break you will work at the ministry under my watch." He said standing up and leaving the room. I went to sleep petting Samuel before watching the flashbacks of my life.