His Glowing Reputation
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HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
10,304
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
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A Different Arrangement
Extraho: Yes, I suppose he can be normal or at least pretend to be with girls. And we all know, everyone makes mistakes, even Voldemort.
On Friday evening, Riddle had been spending his last few hours of freedom before the detention he was dreading, begrudgingly helping Rabastan Lestrange and Avery with Defence Against the Dark Arts essays.
Nervously, he tapped his quill just about finished writing his own spectacular essay that neither of the other boys were permitted to copy. Riddle always explained to them that because his "scholarship was too seminal" it would be obvious they were plagiarizing.
“Completely erroneous conclusion, Lestrange. Write it out again and then I’ll fix whatever mistakes you make,” Riddle admonished his follower.
Lestrange didn’t answer, but just assented to it.
Riddle peered over at Avery’s and nodded curtly, so far it was good enough that it didn’t need any revision. Avery had only just gotten started with the Defence Against the Dark Arts essay, as he was way behind in other subjects that he needed to catch up in.
Riddle checked the time on his wristwatch, and unexpectedly jumped out of his chair. “Oh, I just recalled I have to go to the library to get astronomy charts. I’ll leave my books here. So look up the Impedimenta jinx yourself.”
Avery shook his head slowly and sighed, “Always in a rush off to the library, Riddle. You might as well get a bunker to sleep in there.”
Riddle quietly stalked out of the Slytherin common room without a response. He was not going to be late and risk Dumbledore once again ridiculously suspicious over him and what was worse get another detention.
Heading up the entrance hall's main staircase, he saw Professor Slughorn standing as if waiting for somebody at the foot of the first landing.
As soon as Slughorn saw him he quipped, “I have good news and bad news for you, m’boy.”
“Concerning what, sir?” Riddle asked, he had a hunch it had something to do with Dumbledore.
“The detention Professor Dumbledore gave you. The good news is when I heard from Albus at dinner on Tuesday…I reminded him how I’m your head of house and can ask the headmaster to override it. I’m sure you're aware Armando has a very high opinion of you, Tom. So of course when I asked Professor Dippet to override the detention, it happened quite easily….But the bad news is that I have to take you to the headmaster’s office now.”
“Why is that necessary professor? I don’t see a reason behind this. Considering I’ve been let off for it,” Riddle politely conjectured.
He bit his lower lip feeling intense apprehension. Riddle felt sure Slughorn was keeping from divulging something that may upset him.
Beating around the bush, Slughorn began evasively, “Er…I suppose Professor Dippet wishes to congratulate you for your completely unblemished disciplinary record.”
They continued on their way until they stopped in front of the gargoyle entrance.
"Horn rimmed spectacles," was muttered by Slughorn and the gargoyles leapt aside.
The two crossed the threshold and then the staircase was ascended into the private study of headmaster, Armando Dippet.
Riddle quickly grasped the gryffin knocker of the polished oak door once they got to the summit, without any qualms. It made a loud sound, as it banged against the door. Clearly, Riddle had no idea that he was going to receive some other punishment. But Slughorn who had not been told any specifics, felt intuitively that it might be the case. The Potions Master sincerely hoped he was wrong.
“Enter,” issued the weary sounding tone of the headmaster of Hogwarts. Tom Riddle turned the brass doorknob and entered the beautiful circular room.
Riddle stopped dead with unpleasant shock, when he saw the Transfiguration teacher he despised present. Dumbledore was clad in unusual onyx black robes standing casually, in front of Dippet who was seated at his desk. It finally dawned on Riddle that he was definitely still in trouble. If not detention, then what?
On Friday evening, Riddle had been spending his last few hours of freedom before the detention he was dreading, begrudgingly helping Rabastan Lestrange and Avery with Defence Against the Dark Arts essays.
Nervously, he tapped his quill just about finished writing his own spectacular essay that neither of the other boys were permitted to copy. Riddle always explained to them that because his "scholarship was too seminal" it would be obvious they were plagiarizing.
“Completely erroneous conclusion, Lestrange. Write it out again and then I’ll fix whatever mistakes you make,” Riddle admonished his follower.
Lestrange didn’t answer, but just assented to it.
Riddle peered over at Avery’s and nodded curtly, so far it was good enough that it didn’t need any revision. Avery had only just gotten started with the Defence Against the Dark Arts essay, as he was way behind in other subjects that he needed to catch up in.
Riddle checked the time on his wristwatch, and unexpectedly jumped out of his chair. “Oh, I just recalled I have to go to the library to get astronomy charts. I’ll leave my books here. So look up the Impedimenta jinx yourself.”
Avery shook his head slowly and sighed, “Always in a rush off to the library, Riddle. You might as well get a bunker to sleep in there.”
Riddle quietly stalked out of the Slytherin common room without a response. He was not going to be late and risk Dumbledore once again ridiculously suspicious over him and what was worse get another detention.
Heading up the entrance hall's main staircase, he saw Professor Slughorn standing as if waiting for somebody at the foot of the first landing.
As soon as Slughorn saw him he quipped, “I have good news and bad news for you, m’boy.”
“Concerning what, sir?” Riddle asked, he had a hunch it had something to do with Dumbledore.
“The detention Professor Dumbledore gave you. The good news is when I heard from Albus at dinner on Tuesday…I reminded him how I’m your head of house and can ask the headmaster to override it. I’m sure you're aware Armando has a very high opinion of you, Tom. So of course when I asked Professor Dippet to override the detention, it happened quite easily….But the bad news is that I have to take you to the headmaster’s office now.”
“Why is that necessary professor? I don’t see a reason behind this. Considering I’ve been let off for it,” Riddle politely conjectured.
He bit his lower lip feeling intense apprehension. Riddle felt sure Slughorn was keeping from divulging something that may upset him.
Beating around the bush, Slughorn began evasively, “Er…I suppose Professor Dippet wishes to congratulate you for your completely unblemished disciplinary record.”
They continued on their way until they stopped in front of the gargoyle entrance.
"Horn rimmed spectacles," was muttered by Slughorn and the gargoyles leapt aside.
The two crossed the threshold and then the staircase was ascended into the private study of headmaster, Armando Dippet.
Riddle quickly grasped the gryffin knocker of the polished oak door once they got to the summit, without any qualms. It made a loud sound, as it banged against the door. Clearly, Riddle had no idea that he was going to receive some other punishment. But Slughorn who had not been told any specifics, felt intuitively that it might be the case. The Potions Master sincerely hoped he was wrong.
“Enter,” issued the weary sounding tone of the headmaster of Hogwarts. Tom Riddle turned the brass doorknob and entered the beautiful circular room.
Riddle stopped dead with unpleasant shock, when he saw the Transfiguration teacher he despised present. Dumbledore was clad in unusual onyx black robes standing casually, in front of Dippet who was seated at his desk. It finally dawned on Riddle that he was definitely still in trouble. If not detention, then what?