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Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Training

“How can father be your descendant if he’s the son of Dumbledore?” Ares asked.  I guess that means Dumbledore is my blood uncle?  Still not going to stop me from killing him though.
“Dumbledore didn’t marry into my line so he doesn’t have my gift.  You know that the Riddles were muggle yes?  Well Merope Gaunt, Tom’s mother, was a descendent of mine.  In truth you are not only the son of Tom Marvolo Riddle Ares. You are also a distant cousin through James Potter as was James.  I don’t think that James Potter knew he was Tom’s distant cousin.  You and your descendants are or will be distant cousins of Merope Gaunt.”
“So Tom Riddle is really a pureblood?”
“Yes he is.  He’d be happy to know that no doubt. The Evans family are also purebloods so you are not a half blood like you have been brought up to be. You are not only descended from myself but your mother is from the Naga line.  It’s an ancient and old pureblood family. You my child are the last remaining descendant of the Naga line. Everyone in the Naga line has Avada Kedavara eyes.  Though you’re the first with frosted eyes. This is due to your blood adoption.”
“Do I get any properties from the Naga line?”
“Naga Manor which is located in Ireland.  Naga Manor’s crest is a purple background with a gold dragon on it. There should be several vaults that belong to the Naga line that you can claim as well.  However there’s a catch. No descendant of Naga may be a dark lord so if you want to claim your right to the manor and the vaults you have to turn away from the path you are treading that your father also tread.”
“If I don’t become a dark lord then what will I do with my life? How can I change the wizarding world for the better?”
“Politics,” Godric said.  “You can go into politics and work to change things there.  Isn’t there anything you want to do after graduating Hogwarts?”
“There aren’t a lot of jobs in the wizarding world. There’s Quidditch, an Auror, curse breaker for Gringotts, a warder, working as a teacher at any of the wizarding schools around the world, being on the Board of Governors for Hogwarts, working in dragon reserves, potion master, healer, working in Saint Mungo’s, being a politician of some sort, and working in one of the various departments in the Ministry of Magic.  The Muggles have plenty of jobs on the other hand.  We are so behind the Muggle world and are failing our children by not getting with the 20th century.”
“He has six years to figure out what he wants to do with his life. It’s not important until fifth year when he will take his OWLS,” Rowena said gazing at her friend’s and teacher’s descendant.  “I have a feeling this one will do what is right and won’t be an embarrassment to the Slytherin line Sal.”
“You’re usually right Ro. Well then young Ares we should begin training you.”
Ares followed the founders of Hogwarts into the castle and they showed him to a room where he would be staying.  It was across from Salazar and Helga’s room. Godric and Rowena’s room was down the hall.
Early the next morning there was a knock on Ares’s door.  Rowena popped her head in.  “Time for your training Ares.  Breakfast is waiting for you and then you are to meet Salazar and Godric in the training room.  I’ll show you where everything is.  You’ll also have lesson with myself, Helga, Godric and Salazar separately as well as combined classes.  Bring your sword with you.”
Ares nodded and made his way into the bathroom where he turned on the faucet and let the bathtub fill up.  Ares stepped into the hot water and dunked his head beneath the water.  The tub was magical so that the water did not overflow and splash onto the floor or walls.  He enjoyed being able to splash around in the tub even though he was no longer a little baby.  Outside in the hallway Rowena, Helga, Salazar and Godric were listening to Ares’s laughter and the splashing and smiled to each other.  “The poor child only had love when Tom rescued him from his Muggle relatives.  Hopefully he can get some love from us here so that he turns away from the darkness.”
“I hate to say it Rowena but it seems that dark magic comes easier for Ares then light magic,” Salazar said with a worried look on his face. 
“Sal we all know that just because you practice dark magic doesn’t make you evil.  Magic is neither good nor evil-it’s just magic.  Dark magic can heal same as light magic though in different ways.  Blood magic has nothing wrong with it other than that it uses blood so that makes it ‘dark’ and ‘illegal’ according to the various Ministries of Magic around the world,” Godric said to his friend. 
“Can we be good friends and surrogate parents for him Godric?” Helga asked.  She couldn’t bear to train Ares only to have him use that training for evil purposes. 
“If we show him love then I think he will turn out good.  He may wonder what to do with his little group if he goes to the light side.  Even if he turns to the light that doesn’t mean his followers will follow him to the light. The entire group will need watching,” Rowena said. 
Ares came out of his bathroom to see the four founders standing outside his door.  He tied his scabbard to his belt and his raven hair into a ponytail with a green ribbon.  He walked behind the founders as they led him to the dining room where breakfast was waiting.  They ate breakfast in silence and then when Ares had finished Godric and Salazar got up and led their pupil into the training area.  Salazar and Godric stood close to each other and withdrew their swords.
“Ares you will be learning how to wield and duel with a sword.  The four of us will teach you the subjects we originally brought to Hogwarts when we turned my home into a school for magical children of Britain,” Salazar said looking at his descendant.  “It is our hope that when you go back to school you will take with you what you learn, teach it to your followers and then pass it onto the future generations of Hogwarts as well as your own children.”
Over the next few years Ares trained in weapon making, healing, potions, spell crafting, muggle fighting techniques, warding, sword fighting, and his Hogwarts subjects.  Soon it was time for him to go back to Hogwarts for his second year.  “Ares you have done well in your subjects.  We believe you to be on a fifth year level with everything. I believe your professors will be impressed especially Severus,” Salazar said.
“Thanks Sal,” Ares said smiling at his ancestor.
“We have a surprise for you Ares,” Helga said.  “Two actually. First is a two way diary.”  She handed him a leather journal.  “If you write in this journal we will be able to communicate with each other.  We expect you to write to us once a week about how your schooling is going and expect you to keep up with your studies and the training you have gained here when you return to Hogwarts as well as pass on your training to Spina Corvos.  Keep this training away from your enemies and your father though.”
Ares nodded and hugged Helga and then Rowena.  “I promise to write at least once a week in this diary and to keep up with my studies and training.” There was a flash as the magical oath bonded with the five occupants in the courtyard.   “What’s the second surprise?”
“You can come out now,” Rowena said with a smirk on her face as she turned back to Ares. 
Out of the shadows appeared an elderly wizard dressed in blue robes and a blue pointed hat with stars and a man dressed in a red cloak and silver robes.  The man in the cloak had a sword by his side and the man in the blue pointed hat walked slightly behind the man in the red cloak. The elderly man carried a staff with several different runes carved in it and a sapphire held in place on the top in a three clawed owl foot. They bowed to Ares and smiled at the four founders.
“Greetings young snake. Can you guess who we are?” The man who appeared in his early thirties asked Ares. 
“I’m afraid not sir,” Ares replied after gazing at both men.
“My name is King Arthur,” the man with the red cape said, “and this is my friend and famous wizard Merlin,” gesturing at the elderly man who nodded to Ares.
“It’s an honor to meet you both,” Ares said bowing to them. 
“And it is a pleasure to meet you young wizard,” Merlin said.  “I was a Slytherin myself at Hogwarts.”
“You were?!”
Merlin chuckled at the young child’s question.  “Yes indeed I was Ares Salazar Riddle, aka Harry James Potter, aka Dark Raven.  Salazar and the others tell me you want to be a dark lord like your blood father?”
“I don’t want to be but everyone thinks I will be because I’m the son of Tom Riddle.  The light did nothing for me when I was left with my muggle relatives who beat and starved me.  Tom Riddle rescued me and gave me a home.  Dumbledore invented a fake prophecy that got James and Lily killed and wants me to kill my father which I refuse to do.  I will get my father back and I will kill Dumbledore and the Weasleys.”
“What purpose will it serve to kill those who have wronged you?” King Arthur asked.  He was dismayed to see a child so young who wanted to kill others who had wronged him though he understood the feeling.  This was part of why his father had killed all magic users in his time before he had become king of Camelot.
“It will avenge father for one thing.  Dumbledore killed him and then tortured me.  It will also make me glad to see them all dead. When I use dark magic I feel safe and powerful. Dark magic is as natural to me as breathing.  It’s powerful and at the same time strong.  Whereas light magic is good for healing but using light spells makes me feel wrong somehow.”
“Well that is nothing to be ashamed of Ares,” Merlin said in a soft voice. “All wizards and witches tend to have a preference for light or dark magic.  I am shocked that Dumbledore would willingly torture an innocent eleven year old and invent a prophecy just to have the boy kill his blood father.”
“It appears Dumbledore has become madden with power Merlin,” Godric said.  “He’s becoming another Dark Lord.”
Merlin closed his eyes as he considered Godric’s words.  “It appears you are right Godric.  Ares will need to protect himself so he can bring down this senile old fool of a wizard who manipulates others to get the power he so desperately wants.  Ares there is another magic we have not taught you. That is elemental magic. When you go to Hogwarts go to the standing circle of stones outside.  If you touch any of the stones you should be able to feel the magic there.   Harness the magic within you and the stones and the circle will complete itself once more.  The one who can complete and fix the stone circle shall have access to unbelievable power.”
“What type of power will it give me?”
“I cannot tell you that.  It is for you to find out Ares.”
“Ares,” Salazar said.  “There is a chamber I built known today as the ‘Chamber of Secrets.’  It is under the Girl’s Bathroom on the second floor. Only a parslemouth can open the chamber which lies beneath a sink that doesn’t work.  You can change the slide to stairs.  There you will find a basilisk and her egg.  The egg is yours to raise and you will also have access to all my potion equipment and ingredients that I kept hidden in my private chambers off of there. It is yours as my heir.”
“A basilisk? There really is one under the school?”
“Yes.  Susanna was hatched and born within the chamber though she is probably mad. Kill her and put her out of her misery.  She was born to protect Hogwarts from enemies but thousands of years without a master has got to have driven her insane I fear and that is not good for Hogwarts.  She will not harm you because you are my heir.”
“Thank you Salazar,” Ares said.  He was in shock at what he had discovered. “Will I be able to come back here?”
“In death you will,” Helga said. “You will be able to return when you reach seventeen as well but that will only be for a short time.  However if you need us just call for us and we will come to your aid. Good luck Dark Raven and fare thee well.”
“Nobody will know that you have been missing for two months,” Godric said. “So no need to worry about Mrs. Weasley telling Dumbledore anything about you missing.  Watch yourself at Hogwarts this year.  Good luck.”
Before Ares could say anything else a thick fog swirled around him and Iris and they vanished from Avalon and back to the Burrow.

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