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The Potter and the Rise of the Lords by Riddlerr

Format: Short story
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 4,993
Status: WIP

Rating: 12+
Warnings: No Warnings

Genres: Romance, Action, General, Fluff
Characters: Draco, Harry, OC, Voldemort
Pairings:

First Published: 10/01/2002
Last Chapter: 10/01/2002
Last Updated: 04/13/2005

Summary:
Harry potter is all grown up, and has children. He was hurt too many times in his past to even accept that his son from his late 2nd wife is turning to the dark side. Will anybody be able to save Avalon???


Chapter 1: Prologue/Chapter 1
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A/N: Hello to all of you reviewers out there! This is Reye speaking! Just to make sure you know that this is a Hogwarts post fic. And may I say for Tiena, as she is not here right now, enjoy the fic!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or anything related to him. I do own Avalon and some other people too, but I will tell share them later.


Prologue

In the year 1254 B.C.there was an old minister in Atlantis that predicted many things. He predicted that the Lord of all the Dark things of the world would come and destroy their fair city, and then try to destroy the world. His name would be Tom M. Riddle, and he would be known as the greatest Sorcerer the world has ever known, until a brave group of souls would appear in the world and rid the world of this evil forever in the time of 2017. They would be the Potters...


Chapter 1

“Avalon, get down here now!“ Harry Potter called sharply up the steps to his son. A 15-year-old black haired boy with gray eyes and a knack for being the hero of the day, came rushing down the stairs to where his dad was waiting.

“Good you’re here. Now is everyone accounted for? Lets see, Avalon just got here. Um… lets see Jeri is here.” Sigh. “You know dear I think we have too many kids,” he said just as Verandah, his wife for 9 years, came out of the living room, dragging the seven-year-old twins behind her.

“You know I have to agree with you on this. I think we have as many kids as the Weasleys do,” Verandah said.

“Nicolas, Basil, Jaime, Jezebel, get down here right now!” their mother called up to them.

As soon as she had called up to them a stampede of kids came rushing down the stairs to be first in line. Since two of the eight kids were already down the stairs, they got to be first in line to go to the Weasley’s house. As soon as they were all downstairs, Harry Potter started calling everybody out by names.

“Please, order from oldest… I mean youngest to oldest,” he said as Jezebel, his youngest daughter, caught his eye.

They all lined up. “O.K. Jezebel, gotcha...and, Kevin, Xeric, Jaime. Nicolas, Jeri, Basil… Now were missing Avalon again. Man that kid is so hard to keep track of! I should go and teach him a less-“

“No, you will not! Besides what would you say? Don’t do this, this, and this because I didn’t do it while I was growing up? You know that would be a lie,” Verandah said, sighing at Harry.

“But he’s a Slytherin! Do you know how much tro-”?

“Honey, you’re being prejudiced against your own son!”

“So? If he wanted to be a Slytherin, then maybe he should have been born to...Draco Malfoy,” Harry said sharply, not noticing Avalon on the top of the stairs.

“Whatever,” Verandah said, throwing her hands up in the air.

Suddenly Avalon came bounding down the stairs and took his place in the back of the line. “Where have you been young man?” his father asked him.

“Just getting something...something to do at the Burrow with Leo, Neal, Kaleen and Basil!” Avalon said holding up his pack of transformed le Cards while hiding a silvery cloak behind his back.

Leo and Kaleen were Draco and Ginny’s children, while Neal was Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasleys first son. And of course Basil was Avalon’s stepsister. They all got along O.K., but one of them was a Slytherin while the other four were Gryffindors of the same year, so their house loyalties during school usually got in the way of their friendship; especially, Avalon’s.

Avalon’s father eyed him with suspicion,“Okay...but if I find out that you have got one more of those pranks up your sleeve, I might just send you to the Dursley’s for the holiday.” Harry smiled impishly as his stepson turned his usually neutral face into a horrified one. He didn’t like his own son from his second wife, just as Avalon didn’t like him. But he loved the offspring from his current wife, Verandah.

“No...”

“Yes. I will and are you willing to try your mother's and my patience?”

His stepson flinched, and then slowly shook his head. But Harry saw that flinch. Avalon was going to nod, Harry mused. But that’s not something I would do. He shook himself on the inside. Harry paused a second to look at his daughter, and sons, step or not. “Okay, you hooligans let’s go. Avalon, you too.” He grabbed his youngest daughter and sons by their hands and stepped into the always-burning green fireplace.

“The Burrow!” he shouted. Next were Xeric and Jamie and Verandah. Then, Nicolas, Jamie, and Basil. Finally, Avalon came and yelled “The-e B-bur-burrow!”

And the next thing he knew, he was spinning through fireplaces, not knowing where he was going.

There’re things you’ve got to know in the 2000's (the grownup time of Harry Potter). The world is in disarray, as Voldemort still rules, but it has been subdued to a monotone in the least. And when Harry Potter finally reached age in the Wizarding World, let's just say that things got worse. That was when Harry had his first wife: Vikki Canyon, a cousin to the Weasley’s. She was wonderful, but before they got to spend the rest of their lives together, she died in one of the Hogsmeade invasions from the Voldemort's henchmen.

Next was his second wife; a Malfoy. Draco’s sister to be exact. Her name was Vilicity. By then he was almost 23 and Draco and Ginny had married and were about to have their first child. Ron and Hermione were married also, but wanted to wait to have children.

Draco then introduced Vilicity to Harry. Even though she was one of the nastier Malfoy’s, Harry had come to like her immediately. She looked like Draco in a sense, but had black hair instead of white/blonde. They had married shortly after Ginny had her first child, a boy with the trademark Weasley hair and the profound Malfoy eyes. His name was Wesley. He died shortly after a raid on Malfoy Manor, which had left Draco furious enough to kill his father, and Ginny sobbing until kingdom came.

A year or so later, when Draco had finally calmed down and moved into the new Malfoy Manor (across the street from the new Burrow, the Old Malfoy Manor and Burrow had been invaded by Voldemort and made their Headquarters) Ginny and Vilicity both gave birth. Though Ginny lived to see the day when her twins would grow up to Hogwarts years, Vilicity did not. She had sied giving birth to a son. Vilicity lived long enough, though, to name the son she would never grow up to see; Avalon.

Harry agreed and realized why she named him so. Avalon, for the ever lasting island of magic and sorcery; Avalon, for The People of old; and Avalon, for the island that was shrouded in mist, never to be broken though, always masked and guarded. Always a person differnt from everyone.

Harry Potter went into a state of shock and almost gave up on living after that. Both of his former wivesgone from this world. A son he knew would be like him, or worse, if he had no mother figure. He went into the muggle world until he got his sanity back. By then it was too late. It had been almost 6 years since he had gone, and Voldemort was wreaking havoc everywhere. When Harry got back, he killed most of the Eaters in shocked out fury, and Voldemort had to go back to the drawing board.

Harry found his son in a Muggle orphanage; the same one in which Tom Marvalo Riddle had grown up in. He brought his son to his new manor, larger than both of the Malfoy Manors' put together. It was huge, and it over-looked a small Muggle and Wizard town named Snake’s Showdown.
But his son disliked his father and his rich, new home. Avalon was very mature for his age of barely 5 1/2, and had grown up knowing his father had fled, leaving him at a Hitchers Home for Homeless Children. He had already advanced in the last High School year of muggle studies, but since he had absolutely no money, he could not go to college. The Orphanage was a clean place, kept so by the hard-working and hardly fed children. When Harry had found Avalon, he was pale and wiry and ill looking. He was also very vicious, cold-hearted, adamant, and very much like his mother.

It was there he met his third wife, Verandah Mal Foei. She was another distant relation to the Malfoy’s, a very distant relative. He was 33 now, and he didn’t think he could take any more heartbreak. He married when he was 34 and she 29.

It was a grand affair with everybody from Snake’s Showdown there, many of his former schoolmates, and most all of his former teachers. All the Weasley’s came, along with all their wives and children, as well as Draco, Ginny, and his mother Narcissa. Even Severus Snape and his wife and children came. He was different then when Harry was in school. He was laughing and he had washed his hair. (The horror! My eyes, they burn! THEY BURN!)
The Weasley Twins and Lee Jordan had gone into the joke business for a while before realizing what they were actually good at: talk show hosting! Fred had married Katie Bell, while George married Angelina Johnson. Lee just lived with them. Their wives were their business partners as well. They lived in York in a small cottage, even though they were making millions.

Percy had married Penelope Clearwater, and had stayed at the Ministry of Magic as Assistant Minister of Magic.
Penelope was a stay at home mom with a set of septuplets.
Charlie and Bill were living together in a flat London. Charlie still worked with Dragons, and Bill still worked with Gringotts, only now where they lived, they worked.
Ron, Hermione, and Ginny worked for newspapers. Ron worked for The Daily Prophet; Hermione, Warlocks Words; and Ginny, The Weekly. Draco had gone into the Auror’s. Ron had married Hermione and Draco had married Ginny on the same day at Hogwarts.

Molly and Arthur had died a while back, but their ghosts still wondered around, acting just like parents should. Still making sure the kids ate fourth helpings at every meal and encouraging them to do well on their tests.

Ron and Hermione had 6 sons and 6 daughters. From youngest to oldest: Anton, Brianna, Carmon, Draconian, Ethel, Fiona, Garlantha, Hillary, Ion, James, Laura, and Neal. Draco and Ginny had 2 sets of twins: Leo and Kaleen, and Cedric and Bill. Percy and Penelope’s children were as follows: Mary, Martha, Nancy, Norbert, Percy Jr., and Papal.

After Harry was married to Verandah, they had children. Verandah had also been married befor and had a child. Her name was Basil and the same age as Avalon. They did everything together and he spent his time with no one else. The house-elves (who were now taking wages and such) would swear that they could read each others' minds.

Since then, Harry disappeared for weeks at a time, sometimes with Verandah and sometimes not, so usually Avalon, Basil, and the house-elves had to take care of the children. As the years passed, Avalon began to dislike his family less and less. Maybe it was because of the children, or Basil; nobody really knows.

And now Avalon was going through a fireplace to the Old Malfoy Manor.


Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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Chapter 2

When Avalon reached Old Malfoy Manor, he stumbled out of the fireplace onto an old worn rug. The place was huge. He supposed he had come out in the dungeons, since all was stone, and damp, and cold. In one of the cells, there was a big letter ‘M’ with a dragon coiled around the shield.
Many people were in here, all looking down-rodden and insane. They looked at him with blank eyes, and the people who did look remotely sane banged on their cell walls and transparent door, moaning autibly. A few even tried to speak. When he reached the end of the dungeons, Avalon saw a man that looked very familiar.

The man's face was clean-shaven, and had a healthy look about him. He was wearing black clothes, and looked like wealthy He had white-blonde hair that came down to the top of his collar. The man was leaning against the back of the cell, eyes closed and sword in hand. The man opened his eyes and looked at Avalon for a second, surveying him, then asked suspiciously, “Avalon?”

“Yes, who are you?”

Suddenly the man brightened, and crawled to the front of the cell.

“Avalon, it’s your uncle, Draco. Remember me?”

He looked at him then it clicked. “Uncle Malfoy?”

Draco glared at Avalon, and then Avalon narrowed his eyes guardedly.

“If you really are my uncle, tell me something about me that he would only know.”

Draco smirked, then said, “I know that when I come and visit you when your parents are away, you use the Imperious curse on the spiders you find.”

“Nope, you could ask my step-sister, Basil. She could tell you that I do it all the time.” Draco scowled at his nephew for a second then thought again.

“What about the time you put lying potion in your Aunt Ginny’s after dinner, when we visited in April?”

Avalon’s light complexion tinged a little bit, and Draco knew he had hit the mark. “Okay, now that you know it really is me, can you please get me out of this cell?”

Avalon smirked, then took out a pick and unlocked the door. Draco stared at him for a second before Avalon sneered, “Well are you going to come or am I going to have to drag you up the steps to get some floo powder?” Draco closed his mouth then followed the black-haired boy.

When they reached the top of the winding staircase, they came to a small storage room. Inside they found loads of armory and swords and every stored medieval relics' imaginable, but no floo powder. But before they left, Draco grabbed a sword and handed it to Avalon.

“You know how to duel with swords, right?”

Avalon nodded, and then they left the room. The next span they came to was the Pale Room. Draco had said it was the paper room. No luck there. Then they searched every room with a fireplace, including every inch of the ballroom, until they came to a space twice as large as the ballroom.
It was a huge room with paintings of many dark-looking people lining the walls. On the ceiling was a big map, outlying every detail of the Old Malfoy Manor, and, Avalon realized, Snake Showdown Castle.

“Welcome back boys,” an icy voice from behind them said. At the other side of the room, (which they were to amazed to remember there was another side) was a snake-like person sitting on a throne made of black crystal, with about 300 people in black cloaks and masks, surrounding...

“Voldemort,” Avalon hissed in snake language.

Draco looked at him startled at him, and Voldemort looked very, VERY surprised. Then he regained his sense of dignity, and hissed in parseltongue: “ Get them.”

Two huge anaconda snakes came from the shadows and wrapped themselves around Draco and Avalon. “So,” Voldemort began, “what brings you boys to the Head Quarters of Lord Voldemort and his faithful Eaters?”
Avalon just spat.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t a boy who’s not afraid to die,” Voldemort cooed venomously, stepping off his black throne. Eaters parted for him as he came to stand next to him. “Who might you be?”

Avalon just spat in his face. Draco tensed beside him, and some Death Eaters raised their wands, but Voldemort shook to them to put their hands down. Voldemort then turned to Draco.

“Ah, I see the traitor has escaped the dungeons. What have you to say for yourself?”

“Nothing my Lord,” Draco mumbled, his head bowed.

“Will you come back to my alliance? Or suffer the consequences?” Voldemort said as sweetly as he could with a strange glint in his eyes.

“I will come back to you my Lord,” Draco murmured, his head still bowed.

Avalon just stared dumbfounded at his uncle. He was going to be a reformed traitor to the Eaters??? What had gotten into him???

“Fine,” Lord Voldemort said, and he snapped his fingers and the anaconda disappeared.

Draco bowed before him and kissed the hem of his robe.

“My Lord, I am not worthy,” he murmured.

Voldemort seemed to be enjoying this moment.

“Tell me,” Voldemort said, as Draco was still kissing his robes and murmuring. “Tell me what the child’s name is, and why he would help you, of all people, out of the dungeons."

“His name is Avalon, my Lord. And he helped me because he is a relation of mine,” Draco said.

Voldemort’s red eyes flashed dangerously. “Really. Draco, my slippery friend, what relation is he to you?”

“Nephew, my liege.”

“Your daughter's son, I suppose. Really shameful she’s not with us anymore, could have been great… But you’ve never told me who your daughter’s husband was. The father of this child.”

“Harry Potter, my Lord. The name of my sister’s husband is Harry Potter.”

A/N: Okay I know this is not very good, as it’s one of my newest fics, but it will get better (hopefully). Well, hope you liked it!
-RG

















Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Chapter 3

Later that night, while sitting in the dungeons, Avalon could have sworn that he heard laughing in the rooms up stairs. But as hard as he strained his ears he couldn’t hear a thing.

Earlier that night, Draco had once again pleaded his innocence to Voldemort and to be taken into the Death Eaters Regiment again. Only this time he was at the bottom and had to make his way back up the top. But that wouldn’t be hard for him. He had made it to Voldemort’s Second Hand Man in the few months he was a Death Eater. Of course, that’s how Uncle Malfoy has always been. Always been either the head or co-head of anything that will make him rich, or the most respected, or the most feared bighead in the entire muggle or wizarding world, Avalon thought darkly. Always so dark and mysterious, just like all the Slytherin’s he hangs out with. But I suppose that’s why he hangs out with me, because I’m a Slytherin.

Avalon shook himself mentally. But he’s my uncle! He wouldn’t just like me because I’m a Slytherin! He likes me because I’m his nephew! But he knew this wasn’t true. He had other nieces and nephews who he didn’t like as much just because they were Gryffindors or Hufflepuffs. His oldest children were Gryffindors, and he didn’t like them as much as Avalon. He didn’t seem to have a problem with Ravenclaws, or Slytherin’s for that matter. Maybe because his wife, Ginny Weasley, in her 5th year she got transferred to Ravenclaw. The 1st, and only, person in the History of Hogwarts to do so. Then they had started going out. And it was all chaos from there.

So, I’m just someone to be liked because of my place among people. A Slytherin and nothing else. And only a Slytherin because my mother was from a family of one, and because of my father was about to be put in that house, Avalon thought sadly. But alas, he too knew that the only reason he was put into the house was because he chose to.

Avalon leaned back in his chains and thought back to the ironic day of his sorting.

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It was a stormy night when Avalon, Basil, and other 1st years crossed the lake towards the Hogwarts castle. The man that was taking them was a man by the name of Rubeus Hagrid. As they made their way, many of the 1st years glanced nervously, while some just looked at it with wonder and anticipation.

But Avalon and Basil were talking hurriedly. And not about the castle. They had their attention focused elsewhere. At the foot of the stairs stood their “step-parents”, as they liked to call them. Harry Potter and Verandah Potter stood there looking at the to-be students like they were in so much trouble.

When Hagrid and all of the First Years came to the Entrance Hall doors, an old lady who Basil and Avalon knew as Minerva McGonagall came to stand next to the step-parents.

“Welcome First Years to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor House. In a few moments we will join your peers and friends in the Great Hall for the opening feast. In the mean time, try and get to know you fellow classrmates,”

McGonagall said as she led them into a room by the Great Hall. Then she left with the step-parents. And they looked even unhappier.

Basil really didn’t want to interact, and Avalon was fine with that. But sadly, others were not as antisocial.

“Hello!” said an African European. He had dreadlocks and azure eyes. “I’m Leonardo Kabala. What’s your name?”

Basil was about to say something, but Avalon kicked her in the leg, and sent a glare her way. She looked at him icily, and when they didn’t reply Leonardo shrugged and walked away.

“Wha’d’ou do that for?” Basil hissed.

“I didn’t want to talk to him.”

“Why? He was just trying to be nice! For Pete’s sake, can’t you just try and be a little social? Could it hurt?”

Avalon appeared to space out, a thing once only done to his parents. His face went emotionless, and his gray eyes went blank. Basil looked like she was about to slap him. She shook her head in frustration and went in search of Leonardo. Then and there, Avalon truly felt alone, and not for the first time in his life.

When Professor McGonagall came back a few minutes later when everybody in the Great Hall had been settled, she was surprised to see both of the oldest Potter twins across the room from each other. She had known Avalon and Basil since the wedding. When McGonagall had seen them going together everywhere, she assumed they were twins, but they had squashed the idea.

“Just because we look alike and act alike, doesn’t mean we’re twins. We’re not even hardly related!” they had said. And now they were just standing apart, like they didn’t even know each other.

“Come on, let’s go,” Professor McGonagall said sharply when she regained her sense. They slowly filed out of the room with Basil in front with her new friends, and Avalon, the loner, in back. When they reached the Great Hall, all eyes were focused on the First Years. The song must have already ended when we came, Basil thought.

“ When I call your name, please come up here so I may put the hat on your head. When the hat calls your house, please go and sit at the respectable table. Jamie Carson!” McGonagall called.

A witch with white hair and amber eyes walked up to the hat, and she put it on her head. After a moments decision the hat shouted, “Ravenclaw!”

“Raquel Honduras!”

“Ravenclaw!”

“Ashley Iron!”

“Slytherin!”

“Marne Lim!”

“Hufflepuff!”

“Casey Jerkin!”

“Hufflepuff!”

“Hey!” someone from the Gryffindor table shouted, “Where are all of the Gryffindors?”

McGonagall went on as if she hadn’t heard him, but she had heard him because her eyes were questionable also. “Leonard Kabala!”

He sat there for a few minutes, then the hat shouted, “Gryffindor!” The Gryffindor house exploded in sound as the first Gryffindor that night came to sit at their table.

“Zenon Iron!”

“Gryffindor!”

“Leo Malfoy!”

“Gryffindor!”

Most of the people in the Great Hall gasped. Never at all in the history of Hogwarts had a Malfoy not been put into Slytherin. The school still cheered, though awfully bemused.

“Kaleen Malfoy!”

“Gryffindor!”

Another shock.

“Neal Weasley!”

“Gryffindor!”

When he reached the cheering table, he hugged Kaleen when she stood up. He also hugged Leo, who looked embarrassed. Now they understood, they were cousins. Of course they Weasley hair and Malfoy eyes and vise-versa.

“Basil Potter!” McGonagall called.

Everybody craned his or her neck to get a better view of her. She had long dark hair and light blue eyes that looked kind of gray. They thought that if she has green eyes, she would look just like Harry Potter. She walked past Avalon without giving him a backwards glace.

The hat sat on her head for a moment and then smiled and said, “Gryffindor!”

They cheered, and someone shouted, “We got Potter! We got Potter!”

When the cheering died away, and the last boy was done talking to a bewildered Professor McGonagall, she shouted the last name, “Avalon!”

Some people gawked at the boy with no last name, but Basil gawked at him like he was from another planet. Avalon is going back on his word to never renounce the Potter name! Thought bewildered Basil. The others looked at her strangely for her gasp, but then turned to the boy with no last name.

Well he certainly looks mysterious. He walked calmly on the stage, and completely ignored the looks he was getting.

“Ah, Avalon potter, I was wondering when I’d be seeing you,” the hat whispered in his ear. “Well, lets see, knowledge, much knowledge. Plenty of smarts, though not eager to study for them. Hufflepuff is defiantly out of the question.

Lets see, Ravenclaw?”

“RAVE…” the hat trailed off, as Avalon shook his head.

“No,” he thought. “Try again.”

The Ravenclaws were on the verge of clapping and cheering, when the hat shook its hat head.

“GRY…” the hat trailed off again when Avalon thought, “No.”

Then the Sorting Hat spotted something else in Avalon’s mind that he didn’t see before. The Slytherin side. It was full of everything that he did that would count as being a Slytherin. Cunningness, ambition, anything to achieve his ends, and more then enough willing to prove himself.

“So you wish to be in Slytherin? I should’ve known… All that Slytherin in you, you would belong no place except for there. But maybe Gryffindor would be the next choice.”
“SLYTHERIN!” the hat said finally, after the long wait. Avalon turned to the Gryffindor table and smirked.

Revenge, he thought, against the family that deserted me. When he looked that way he saw Basil’s wide eyes, and so did everybody else. Then he turned to the Slytherin table and sat down.

Now what does this last nameless kid have anything to do with Harry Potter’s daughter? Oh, if they would have known.

After the feast, Basil and Avalon were expected at their dad’s office. He had a part time job at Hogwarts as the DADA teacher, was the announcement at dinner. Basil knocked, and a voice said, “Enter.”

They walked into the room. It was a circular office and had a large mahogany desk in the center of the room. Verandah Potter sat on the desk, while their father sat in the high-backed chair.

“Avalon, will you please go with your mother while I discuss something with Basil,” Harry said callously. He did so, and followed his mom into the adjoining office. His mother sat on the desk and motioned him to sit next to her.

“Avalon, you know I’m proud of you. You took the sorting bravely, as I heard. You know, anything that your father says, I am still proud of you, and I’ll always love you. Come here,” Verandah said, enveloping Avalon into her
outstretched arms. Avalon was surprised. His step-mother never hugged him unless it was something dire.

Then Basil came in looking very happy, but once she took a look at her stepbrother her face turned grave.

“Avalon, father would like to see you.” He unwrapped himself from his stepmothers arms and gave his stepsister the blank face, and went bravely into the soundproof room.

“Shut the door behind you,” Harry said sternly.

Avalon did so, and went to stand in front of his father’s desk. They sat there for a few seconds before Harry turned around. His face was hard-set, and his eyes were icy.

“Avalon, I have heard of tonight’s sorting. It seems you have been sorted into Slytherin. I am told though, that it gave you a choice when it was about to call out. And because of this,” here he paused, “you are disowned from the family, permanently. You are not allowed home during the holidays, except for summer ones. When you do come home, you will live on the 5 upper floors, with house-elves, and only come down for social gatherings. You will not be allowed to talk to any of your siblings. You will also not be allowed to go outside at all, and Quidditch is strictly .”
Harry stopped and looked up. And he was amazed. He knew Avalon was hard, but not this hard. Avalon’s eyes were sub-zero, and his face was bitter and hard, but no hatred at all. At least none that he could see. And then there was something else. Pity…maybe.

“Go to bed boy. I expect to see you in the morning at 7 o’clock sharp in the Great Hall. And one more thing, Avalon,” Harry said, just as Avalon was about to leave. “You know Basil, your sister, is going to inherit all of Snake Showdown Castle. And she’s the one I love the most. And that’s the truth. Slytherin is a disgrace to the family name and me, foremost. Goodnight.”

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End of Chapter 3


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