Another ending

18 Truth and revenge

Third POV {sry that it's rushed}

True to their word, Neville was informed by both the Slytherin's and an owl that his parents are recovering and on their way back home to rest. At the time Neville broke down crying in the Snake's Common room and was hugging Welsh's snout which made the dragon in question panic and give off low purrs to calm him down. Other students have learned of the dragon from the time in the ROR and sneaked off with snakes hidden in the groups midst and went into their territory. Never before had there been so many students from different houses.

Well.. maybe far far back in history during the founders time but that isn't the point. Ravens, Puffs and half of Griffindor had seen the dragon and found him to be friendly if not a little odd at times. Harrison in return gave each one of them one of his scales which just regrew back on his hide.

One time during the day, Harrison fell from all clouds when the Dementors contacted him. He wasn't surprised at that - or that he was asked to translate - no. What he was surprised at was WHO he was supposed to translate for them. Through his scale he saw none other than who he presummed and was introduced to as: Tom.

Tom's POV

I was in a conference with the Dementors when one of them nodded to the others and brought out a green scale with its boned hand. It brought it close to its mouth gave off some weird sounds and it glowed green before floating in front of them. I was wary but didn't draw my wand just yet and relaxed my posture as much as possible.

Some form of head appeared from the scale like a ghost with green outlines. "Yes? What is it Lisa?" sounded a voice from the dragon. How can it speak human!? It must be older that 5 millenia and have a proper conscience to learn!?!

"Hmhmm. So.. translating again? Sure! Now who.. ?" the ghost asked. The Dementors pointed towards us and the scale with the dragon turned around and faced us. Seeing how it's eyes widened I would almost believe that it knew who we were. ".. I see." it said after I introduced myself. "You can call me Welsh. I am a good friend of these ladies. Now tell me, for what reason are you here? They said you might want to talk with them but as they don't really understand human language they ask me to help them. Now, I'll be the translater, can you state your business?" Welsh asked.

"Yes, I'd like to negotiate with them. We'd like their assistance against Dumbledore-." I answered only for the Dragon to look at me flabbergasted by how it almost spit its own tongue out. It blinked for a few seconds before shaking its head and directing it towards the Dementors. 'How does that work anyway?'

My POV

"The man that's talking to me is named Tom Marvollo Riddle. However, he is now known as a major figurehead called Lord Slytherin. In short they want you to help them in their war against Dumbledore.. The man with the blue robes and long white beard you saw at Hogwarts... who had also gone to complain about you once before." Welsh told them.

The Dementors flew around each other with whispers passed between them. Finally, after 10 minutes, the one who held the scale (Lisa) replied: "If they change this world for the better, then we will help them. Especially if we get to have a chance to suck that old man's soul out! Can you please tell him and his group that?"

He nodded fully facing the DE and Tom in formal robes again. "They are willing to help you in exchange to get some beef off of Dumb-as-a-door. Maybe a chance to also deal with his soul?" Harry told the group.

Some had to chocke or snicker at his butchery of Dumbledores name. Tom, who maintained his posture the best, but with some shaking shoulders, replied "That would be just fine with us. We are delighted to have you with us. Can you please tell them that?"