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A Gaunt's Coven Ch. 41
🕑 Added 2024-03-07 23:41:29 +0000 UTCAfter the very tense confrontation in the Hospital Wing Headmaster Dumbledore took me, Professor Black, and one of the Aurors with a special shiny badge up to his office to speak.
âShall we all sit for this?â Headmaster Dumbledore said.
The Headmaster conjured another chair from the previous three and we all sat down.
âDamn, these are comfy,â I said, wiggling my bum.
âThank you Mister Gaunt, I spent a long time altering the spell for comfort,â Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. âAs the years progress I find it harder and harder to sit comfortably. Not because Iâm old, but because I know I have so much life left to live!â
I snorted. Thankfully this version of Dumbledore didn't seem to be some evil monster. At least as far as I could tell.
âSo this is the boy that was attacked by an⊠evil spirit?â The Auror woman asked.
âYes Miss Bones. Reigis Gaunt, this is Amelia Bones, Head of the DLME.â
I blinked at the woman. Red hair, check, ridiculously large left tit, check, ridiculously large right tit, check. How did I not see it before?
âWhy are you wearing Aurors Robes if you're the head of the entire Department?ârtment?â I asked.
âBecause the robes help mitigate curses and someone just had the Torture Curse put on them.â
âUh, the Unforgiveables are unblockable,â I stated, as though the older woman didnât know.
Amelia Bones rolled her eyes.
âObviously, theyâre also not the only spell people use, and its not easy to cast over and over.â
âThen there is the fact that they can identify other Aurors more easily in tense situations,â Dumbledore added.
I nodded, more satisfied with that answer.
âNow, we need to have a frank discussion about this âevil spiritâ that you met. Before, when it was just you I could let the incident go as I donât have the power to fully question you-â
âUh, you still donât have the power to fully question me,â I stated.
Dumbledore nodded.
âTrue, as a pureblood and a Heir to a House, not to mention one of the few boys in your year you are given much more protections than the average witch. However I do hope that you will freely share with us before I have to start asking for legal permission.â
I sighed, sure Dumbledore was anti-grey/dark, but he wasnât a bad person, and in the case of a highly aggressive megalomaniac spirit, the best person to have on my side.
âThe evil spirit is Tom Riddle.â
Both Bellatrix and Amelia looked confused at the name, but Dumbledoreâs eyes widened.
âReally? He was your uncle was he not? I would think he wouldnât attack you.â
âWell youâd also think he wouldnât do whatever black magic had him turn into an evil spirit in the first place.â
âWait, Tom Riddle, a Gaunt?â Bellatrix asked confused.
âI think I remember hearing about thisâŠâ Amelia said. âFirst death in Hogwarts in over a century.â
I nodded.
âHe was or is, my uncle. My great aunt Merope Gaunt married a muggle named Tom Riddle, and they had a son named Tom Riddle. He was a Parselmouth like me, and he died about fifty years ago in the girls bathroom. When he died he was wearing our family ring that he stole, and it was lost to us ever since. Well I did research before coming to Hogwarts, and found out where it was. I went to get it, found it, and was almost possessed by his spirit.â
âDid he spare you because you were his nephew?â Albus asked.
âNo, in fact he was quite pissed when I fought him off, whined like a little bi-â
âLanguage,â all three adults said.
Well other adults I was eighteen.
I rolled my eyes.
âLike a little bibbler cibbler.â
âWhat is a bibbler cibbler?â Dumbledore asked intrigued.
âI donât know, just sounds like something magical. Anyways I fought him off, you need to be able to match his Will and his magical power in order to do so, and he Spirited Away.â
I did not chuckle, but it was a close thing.
âAnd you said you lost the ring,â Bellatrix said.
âWell⊠I didnât lose it, I dropped it and decided to wait until I knew it was safe.â
âWe should go get it and have it inspected for additional dark magic,â Amelia Bones said standing up.
âUh, maybe tomorrow, you know, busy day and all that,â I said, as casually as I could.
None in the room were convinced.
âThe castle is big yes⊠but its not that big,â Professor Dumbledore said.
âUh-â
âMister Reigis, do you know where the Chamber Of Secrets is?â Dumbledore asked bluntly.
Well shit, I prodded my Occlumency shields and still felt them in place, so either Dumbledore was so subtle that I couldn't feel him or he was already suspicious from before.
âNo. Do you? That'd be pretty cool.â
Dumbledore sighed.
"I see that you don't yet trust us to tell.â
âI don't know what a mythical chamber has to do with the evil spirit of Tom Riddle, but I will go and get my family Heirloom again, when I do I don't mind you taking a quick look at it Miss Bones.â
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow as if to ask why he couldn't. Well obviously because it was the resurrection stone silly.
âWhat?â I said. âShe is the Auror and head of the DLME. I might as well have her confirm legally that my family Heirloom is safe so there isn't a reason for them to âcommandeerâ it.â
âI see,â Dumbledore said, having to accept that answer.
âMister Gaunt, I will have a squad of Aurors stationed here, if and when you find this heirloom you can contact me through them. Should you also find out anything regarding your⊠evil uncle lets say, then report that to them as well.â
I took the implied dismissal, standing and stretching.
âAlrighty then, see you all later."
â
âFucking Merlins far hanging ballsack,â I grumbled in my room a few hours later.
Everything had gone to shit, it was official.
Tom Riddle, the cunt who wouldnât die, was now prowling through Hogwarts, imitating my body and Crucioâing people. Would he continue to do that? Would he kill someone next? Tracey? Daphne? Fleur?
Who was he possessing? What was his goal? Just to get his own body? That wouldnât be too hard.
A knock at my door startled me out of my thoughts.
I pulled out my wand, a whole lot of good that would do me. I had practiced as much as I could over the past two years, but that didnât mean I had a leg to stand on outside of magic compared to Tom Riddle. An apparent genius with enough skills to trap his soul in a ring.
The door was the one that led to the outside hall.
Should I answer it? Probably not, but then I remembered.
Professor Yazzie, she had said she was going to visit.
Even after the incident with Ron Weasley? Maybe she was possessed by Tom Riddle, or maybe it was just Tom Riddle on the other side in another studentâs body.
âReigis?â Professor Yazzie asked from the other side. âCould you let me in.â
I opened the door, wand still at the ready. Professor Yazzie stood there, a thin robe on her body.
The professor raised an eyebrow as she saw me guarded.
âExpecting someone else?â she asked.
âKind of, maybe a dark evil spirit ready to steal all my sweets.â
Professor Yazzie chuckled.
âHonestly I didnât think youâd still come,â I said, opening the door to let her in.
She flowed in, somehow her simple movements seeming sensual.
âIf anything after today I think we both need it more,â Professor Yazzie said, thumbing the tie to her night robes. âA stress reliever. You seem pretty⊠tense.â
She raked her eyes down my frame, I could tell she was just doing it to help ease the awkward air of a teacher getting ready to take the cock of one of her students.
âIâd say so,â I agreed, slipping my outer robe off. âNothing quite like getting accused of an Unforgivable to make you pent up.â
Her fingers slipped under her robes knot and pulled, the garment slipping off easily. Professor Yazzie wore a lace white bra and panties, barely covering anything of importance, and it contrasted deeply with the dark room and her caramel skin.
âIâm always available to help ease my students' worries.â
I snorted at the corny line and she smiled slyly at me.
âFuck me Reigis, fuck me and donât hold back.â
