Fallen From Grace

The first day of school seemed to start much too early. Harry was nearly late to his first class, Charms. Seconds separated him from lost house points and… not lost house points. Harry sat down next to his girlfriend when the cheerful Charms teacher, Professor Flitwick, came in.

But Harry and Ali paid no attention to the lesson which was really just a heads up on how things worked around there. The two passed notes between themselves and Alex who sat on the other side of Ali.

As it turned out nobody paid attention, much to Flitwick’s annoyance. Slytherin didn’t lose any house points but only because most started listening after the threat was made. Ali and Harry still wrote notes to each other.

‘Hey Ali? Who’s your dad?’ Harry wrote.

‘Can we please talk about this later? Perhaps somewhere where people can’t read over your shoulder,” Ali wrote back.

Harry dropped the subject and so the two started to talk about trivial things most kids their age would talk about: Quidditch and the school year.

Soon Charms was over and it was on to their Potions class. Ali was excited but about what, Harry couldn’t figure out. Though her face was stoic, her eyes shown with excitement. By the time they reached the dungeons the girl was nearly bouncing around. The two seats in the front while Alex sat behind them.

But their happiness was cut short when they saw the students with scarlet on. They had double potions with the Gryffindors. Crap.

Before long a dark figure with billowing robes walked menacingly into the room. To say he was surprised when a familiar voice rang through the room would be an understatement.

“Hi Professor Sev!” said Ali waving. “Miss me?”

The surprise showed on his face for only a moment before becoming a blank slate once more. “Ah, Ali. How have you been? And goodness, where have you been? I haven’t seen you in about a year,” Snape said emotionlessly.

“Oh, you know. Here and there, everywhere,” Ali drawled. “I haven’t seen much of anybody except my family for a year.”

Severus knew just what she meant by family. “I see. Well, let’s begin shall we?”

With a tap on the board with his wand, the introduction for the course appeared on it. The students were told to write it down because it would supposedly help them remember it. Most of the class highly doubted that. The others just thought of it as work on their first day. Ali was just happy to see the person who was like an uncle to her.

By the end of the class most kids’ hands hurt. Snape had made them write that much. His excuse was he didn’t want anybody acting like idiots. The couple snickered when they heard the man’s excuse.

The rest of the classes were just introductions to the classes, rules, and other stuff that the teachers needed to tell them. It seemed to take forever for the lunch bell to ring but eventually it did. Ali and Harry, along with Alex, walked into the noisy hall to eat. Ali could pick of gossip about Harry and such. Of course they would talk about Harry.

They ate little because they had planned earlier that they would discuss some things during lunch.

Ali ate her sandwich quickly while Harry didn’t eat anything. Alex wasn’t invited so she ate at a normal pace. Grabbing Harry by the hand, Ali rushed him to the seventh floor and in front of an empty wall. Confused, Harry asked what there were doing staring at the wall.

Ali smirked. “Things are not always as they seem my dear Harry. Have I not taught you that long ago? What on earth did you do while I was on the run?”

“So what? Is there some invisible door here or something?” Harry asked, confusion written clearly in his voice.

“Not really… This, Harry, is the Room of Requirement. Just walk in front of it three times while thinking about what you need. I’ll show you.”

Ali walked in front of the wall three times. A door suddenly showed up and Ali turned to her boyfriend with a smirk that clearly said ‘I told you so’. Opening the door to reveal a comfortable room adorned with the colors silver, black, and green, Ali stepped inside. It took a few seconds for Harry to get over his shock but he soon followed.

There was a fire roaring in the fireplace already and a comfy looking black leather couch in front of it. Ali sat there and Harry sat next to her.

“Okay, now are you going to tell me who your dad is?” Harry asked impatiently.

With a sigh, Ali started. “My dad is Tom Marvolo Riddle. More commonly known as Lord Voldemort.”

Harry gaped. His girlfriend was the daughter of THE Lord Voldemort?! If Harry wasn’t sitting down already he would have fallen. This was just too much.

“So, do you hate me now? Going to dump me and never speak to me again?” Ali asked softly, unshed tears gleaming in her eyes.

“No! Why would you think something like that?! I don’t care who your dad is Ali. I like you all the same. C’mon, tell me everything. No secrets. How about it?”

Ali smiled gratefully up at Harry. “Okay. I guess I’ll start. I was born June 5 1980 to Mr. Tom Riddle and Ms. Lily Evans-“ Harry cut her off.

“Wait! Lily Evans was your mum? As in Lily Potter nee Evans? As in my mom?!” Harry all but yelled.

“Lily Evans is your mom?! I knew your mum’s name was Lily but I thought that was just a coincidence!” Ali stopped for a moment before realization crossed her face. “Oh crap. I kissed my half brother! Ewwww!”

This only made Harry laugh. “I guess we really shouldn’t go out now should we?”

“Ew, no!” Ali squealed uncharacteristically. “Well, this is weird. I’m so going to kill my dad for not telling me this. I’ll owl him later.”

“Anyway, back to your story,” Harry said.

“Oh yeah,” Ali said, recovering. “Anyway… my mum left my dad. Something about she didn’t believe in his ideals anymore. I guess she went over to the light. So I stayed with my dad since my mum didn’t want an evil spawn of Tom Riddle in her house. When I was six I was outside with a house elf. The elf was scared away by something and so I was left alone. Then this big silver wolf came bounding after me! It was a full moon though the thought of it being a werewolf didn’t cross my mind. It bit me in the shoulder. I still have the scar.” Ali showed her half-brother the teeth marks on her shoulder.

“I was taught the dark arts and Hogwarts curriculum, starting when I was five. It was hard at such a young age but I was and am powerful. Then I met you while I went for a walk one day and taught you the dark arts. But, as you know, I didn’t come for about a year because the ministry was tracking down werewolves so they could kill them. My pack and I were on the run. I came back for the school year but my pack is still on the run,” Ali finished.

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment before asking his question. “Who bit you?”

“My alpha, Fenrir Greyback.”

Harry stretched his arms and looked into the fire before starting his story. “As you know, Voldemort attacked my house on Halloween when I was two. Sarah was already born then.

“I had a babysitter that night because my parents go out every Halloween doing whatever it is parents do when they go out. Voldemort blasted the door open, killed Ms. Milly, and blasted his way into my room. He took one look at me and pointed his wand at me. The curse backfired when he cast it at me but he dodged it. I remember that he looked at me with fear when it rebounded. He fled and went into hiding because for some reason, the curse drained a lot of his strength.

“Though I was the boy-who-lived my parents cared about Sarah more. I was the quiet, weird one that everybody forgot about. Everybody except Remus, but even he seemed to think I was weird. I could tell by the way he would look at me when he thought I wouldn’t notice. I was pretty much neglected because they thought I was so… different. A bad different.

“Then you came into my life and I felt as though I had meaning. I had something to do and somebody to talk to that wasn’t in awe of me being the boy-who-lived. Somebody who understood me and was different too. I instantly felt connected to you. Apparently I mistook that for love. That’s still nasty,” Harry finished with a grimace.

Ali chuckled. “And then you came here.”

Harry looked at his watch before his eyes widened dramatically. “Ali! We have to hurry, five minutes until next class!”


Finally, classes were over. Ali, Harry, and Alex were sitting in a snug corner of their dungeon common room. The two had just finished telling Alex what they had talked about. They figured they could trust her with it considering the only one she would likely tell was Draco.

Speak of the devil, Draco walked towards them. He kept glancing at a boy behind him that appeared nervous about something. Draco cleared his throat causing the trio before him to stop talking and look up at him.

“Um, Blaise Zabini, that Italian boy over there, wants to know if you’ll go out with him, Ali. If you’re not going out without anybody else that is.”

Ali looked surprise. She had just become single today and already the offers were piling in. Okay, so it was one offer. It was still good.

“Um, okay,” Ali said.

Draco grinned and dragged her by the wrist over to her new boyfriend.

“Help I’m being kidnapped!” she joked causing Harry and Alex to burst out in giggles. It only caused a nervous Blaise to become more nervous.

Reaching Blaise, Ali smiled and waved. Returning the offer, Blaise gained confidence.

“Blaise, Ali Riddle. Ali, Blaise Zabini. You two make such a cute couple,” Draco said cheerfully before walking off.

Blaise ran a hand through his dark brown hair before looking up from the stone floor he was staring at. Piercing blue met amber and both smiled. They went off to get to know each other which caused very dirty thoughts to appear in the minds of her two friends and Draco…

“What, are they going to make out or something now?” Harry said through laughter.

“That girl is so pretty and she doesn’t seem to notice how desirable she is to the male population of this school. It’s just so hilarious!” Alex laughed.

Soon it was dinnertime. If Ali and Blaise were making out you sure couldn’t tell. Of course, they were only eleven so it was highly doubted they’d make out. Alex and Harry were still giggling about it when they made it down to dinner. That giggling was cut short when an owl with a bright red envelope landed in front of Harry.

Reluctantly, Harry opened the dreaded howler.

“HARRY JAMES POTTER! HOW DARE YOU GET INTO SLYTHERIN YOU EVIL WIZARD! YOU HAVE A DESTINY YOUNG MAN. YOU MUST IMMEDIENTLY BE RESORTTED. I HAVE ALREADY WORKED IT OUT WITH DUMBLEDORE AND YOU SHOULD BE GETTING RESORTED AT DINNER. GET INTO GRYFFIDNOR THIS TIME AND MAKE US PROUD. IF YOU GET SORTED INTO SLYTHERIN YOU WILL NOT BE ALOUD IN THIS HOUSE! DON’T MAKE THE WRONG CHOICE HARRY!

LOVE,
YOUR MUM LILY”

The howler burst into flames. The hall was silent as realization of what was about to happen dawned on Harry. Resorted? What the crap?! He looked up to find the twinkling eyes of Dumbledore looking back. He looked over and saw the sorting hat sitting on the stool.

“C’mon Harry. Let’s put you in your rightful house,” said a proud McGonagall.

Harry walked to the stool and sat down. The hat was once again put on his head and a voice echoed through his mind.

“Back again are we? And why is that? Resorted? You don’t need to be resorted. They must be crazy. Better put you back into Slytherin!” The last part was shouted out loud.

Sneering at Dumbledore, Harry sat back down with his friends at the Slytherin table. There was no way Dumbledore or his parents were going to rule his life. He’d make sure of that. The dark side was looking like a heck of a lot better choice then the light side at the moment.

A/N: Sorry I couldn’t update sooner but with school and everything… it was just impossible. Anyway, like it, love it, hate it? Plz review! Oh, and I want to start this. If I don’t get at least five reviews per chapter, I don’t update. At least not for a while.