Tales of Damien Riddle

Chapter 3: The Malfoys

Damien awoke that morning to someone nagging. He groaned as he felt someone poking his side, "Harry Potter, wake up this instant!" He rolled over onto his stomach, trying to down out the voice, but then he felt something hit the back of his head.

"Harry!" the intruder shrieked and Damien groaned as he rolled over onto his back once more to glare at the person who dared to wake him up. He let out an annoyed groan as he saw Hermione standing there with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.

"Bloody hell, 'Mione, can't a bloke sleep in peace," Damien said as he threw his head back against his pillow.

"Not when he sends me a mysterious letter and has a name change. What the hell is going on, Harry Potter?" Hermione crossed her arms against her chest and tapped her foot impatiently as she glared at her best friend.

Damien sighed as he sat up in his bed, running a hand through his hair, "Well for starters, my names not Harry anymore," he said as he looked up at Hermione, "It's Damien Riddle, like I said in the letter."

"Yeah, I got that. But why? What happened?" Hermione asked. She sounded worried, and this caused Damien to sigh. He hated when Hermione worried. He scooted over in his bed and pat the empty spot next to him. Hermione instantly took it up, and she sat with her legs crossed Indian style to face him.

Damien spent the next hour explaining all that he had found out the night before. From his adoptive parents letter, to the blocks on his magic, to finding out who his real father was, everything. Hermione listened silently, soaking up all of the information that Damien fed her. She never spoke, just listened. And when Damien was done, she was still silent.

She sighed as she ran a hand through her hair, "I knew something was strange. Dumbledore continuously tried to pay me to associate with you and accompany you on those ridiculous adventures. He paid Ron as well, and Ronald never spoke of you when we were alone together. Well, not anything nice at least. It all makes sense now," Hermione said, and Damien nodded his head as he climbed out of the bed.

He made his way over to his pile of clothes on the floor. He couldn't stand to wear those again, and so he pulled out his wand. He waved it silently and watched as his baggie hoodie, t-shirt, and jeans transfigured into a pair black slacks, a black fitted t-shirt, and a jacket. He quickly pulled them on.

"What's your plan then?" Hermione asked as she turned on the bed to watch Damien silently.

"I've contacted my godfather, Lucius Malfoy. He should be sending me an owl soon, and then we will be visiting him at his manor so that I can convince him to call the Dark Lord for a meeting. From there, I will reveal who I am and who I was, and the Dark Lord will welcome us into his circle," Damien said as he buttoned up the business jacket that he put on. He turned to look at Hermione.

"That all?" Hermione spoke sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. Damien just flashed a small grin and a shrug of his shoulders. Hermione scoffed, "When is this letter supposed to be coming?"

As if on cue, Hedwig flew into the room through the open window. Damien smirked at Hermione, "Now," he said. Hermione rolled her eyes once again and Damien grinned as he walked towards Hedwig. He took the letter that was in her beak from her, rubbing her head, "Good girl," he said feeding her a treat before he turned to open the letter.

"What does it say?" Hermione asked as she jumped off of the bed and ran over to her best friend. Damien lowered the letter a bit so he and Hermione could read it together.

Dear Damien,

Is this truly you? We had feared the worse. Yes, you are more than welcomed to enter my home. If you are not the true Damien Riddle, then you will not be able to enter. But if you are, then we will have much to discuss. Your father has driven himself insane searching for you.

Feel free to stop by any time. My family all have the day off today, and we will be more than happy to welcome you.

Sincerely,

Lucius Malfoy

"He had wards. Which means I wouldn't be able to enter," Hermione said as she walked over to Damien's bed and plopped herself down.

"Then I will go first, and have him remove the wards," Damien said as he looked at his best friend, "It should take me no longer than half an hour. Try to use the Floo an hour after I've gone," Damien said.

"And you're sure they won't...bother me?" Hermione asked, sounding a bit unsure as she looked at Damien.

"If they try, I'll kill them," Damien flashed Hermione a sly grin, and Hermione rolled her eyes playfully. Damien made his way to the large fire place in his room. He grabbed the vase full of floo powder and scooped some out. He set the vase back and stepped into the fireplace, "Give me an hour," he said.

"I got it," Hermione waved her hand dismissively. Damien flashed one more toothy grin.

"Malfoy Manor!" He shouted before tossing the floo powder to the ground. Green flames appeared in front of him, and when they disappeared he was standing in a much nicer fireplace.

He stepped out of the fireplace to instantly be greeted by Narcissa Malfoy, who pulled him into a hug as she let out a sob, "Oh! Lucius! It's really him!"

Damien's eyes were wide with confusion as he awkwardly patted the dark haired witch's back. He glanced at Lucius Malfoy who was watching the scene with a small smile on his face, and Draco Malfoy who looked as confused as he did.

"Father, who is this? And why is mother hugging him like that?" Draco asked, glancing at his father in confusion.

"This, my boy, is the real Damien Riddle. He is the son of the Dark Lord, Prince of the Dark and our Godson, your Godbrother," Lucius spoke calmly as he watched his wife let go of Damien. She stepped away from him and began to fix the collar of his jacket.

"I'm so sorry...It's just-we never thought we'd see the day we'd see you again. You were only a newborn when your father lost you to the light," Narcissa said, and Damien shook his head.

"No, it's alright. I was just taken by surprise. I'm not really used to physical affection," Damien said honestly as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"We are glad to see that it is really you, Damien. Your father will be even more excited. I've already sent Marisol, our house elf to tell him to come to the manor at his nearest convenience," Lucius spoke, causing Damien's attention to drift towards him.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy."

"Please, call me, Lucius. After all, I am your god father. You are more than welcomed to relax here until your father arrives."

"Thank you, Lucius. I have just one favor. Could you drop the wards for your floo? My friend is waiting for me. I told her she could be here for me when I meet my father," Damien spoke calmly.

"Of course!" Lucius pulled out his wand and stepped towards the fireplace. He spoke under his breath before stepping away, "It is done. When will she-," Lucius was cut off by the sound of flames.

All eyes turned towards the fireplace as Hermione stepped out. Damien smirked silently as the Malfoys all stared at Hermione in shock. Hermione's cheeks were as red as a Weasley's hair.

"I thought I told you to wait an hour, 'Mione?" Damien said as he made his way towards his best friend.

"I was bored," Hermione shrugged causing Damien to laugh out loud.

"Uh, Damien, how do you know Granger?"
Draco finally spoke up, looking from Damien to Hermione and back again. Damien turned to look at Draco.

"Well, guess it's time to drop the bomb. Hermione is my best friend. She's been my best friend since I was 11 when I was known as Harry Potter. Don't think to insult her or harm her, or I may just hex you into next weak," Damien spoke with a bit of bite in his tone. Draco's eyes widened with every word Damien said.

"I bullied my god brother!" Draco cried in horror. Damien resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Draco's outburst. This was going to be an adventure.