Special for you - Sylverster (suggested reading .TXT) 📗

alone for a nice “reunion” and Dumbledore finally turned to Luna.
“So, is there anything you would like to tell me?”
From Harry’s memories, there was many times that professor Dumbledore had turned his piercing glare (though it contains no anger, just plain curiosity) on him, making him ashamed of himself and unconsciously telling the truth.
And of course, Luna Lovegood from the future was no exception.
“I am from the future, sir.”
To her astonishment, the wizard nodded, as if he had expected her answer.
“I know that”
“But how – how do you know?” He must be a mind reader and according the magical information, they really do exist, but there is only one out of ten million wizards and witches...I wonder?
“And just to clarify, I am no mind-reader. I just pay attention.” Dumbledore whispered quietly, pointing to her cloak.
With a start, Luna saw that her cloak design was that of the future. Thankfully, Dumbledore told her that he had glamoured it the minute he saw her, and it was a small chance that Tom Riddle had noticed it.
Sighing, Luna decided that she have to be frank towards him, partly.
“You do know that I can’t tell you the whole truth, but I am from the future. A very depressing future where hope, faith and goodness is almost gone. So I have come here in attempt to change fate – no, change a person, in order to correct the future. So I really need your assistance in covering my identity, because I am aware of the consequences and implications of time travelling.”
Looking slightly surprised at her truthfulness, Dumbledore slowly nodded and promised that he would do his very best to help her. One of which is to create a time turner, which was not invented till the 1970s, so that she could go back to the future when she is able to.
Before he left, Dumbledore took out his wand and healed her injuries, charming her cloak to a design of 1940s, and promptly left, reminding her that Tom Riddle would be the one to accompany her to the great hall the next day.
The next morning, Luna awoke to find Tom Riddle peering into her face.
With a distorted shriek, she jumped up. A mistake, as shown, since she smacked her forehead right into the wizard’s.
“Oh gosh, I am so sorry!” Luna took out her wand and cast a healing spell on Tom’s forehead, ignoring the throbbing pain in hers.
The Slytherin Head Boy gave her a mesmerizing smile, “It is alright, what about you?”
Luna quickly made a show of healing her own injury before smiling at Tom.
“So, shouldn’t you show me to the great hall, Riddle?”
Suddenly, Riddle froze and frowned at her.
“Why did you call me Riddle instead of Tom?”
Stammering, Luna had no choice but to tell the truth, “Well, I sensed that you seemed to hate your first name, so I assumed –”
Finally relaxing, Tom Riddle cracked another gentlemanly smile, “It is true. I do hate my name, it is so ordinary.” He added the second statement darkly.
Unable to stop her own oddity from lashing out, Luna blurted, “But I like your name. I mean, it is simple but fits very well with you. Tom might sound ordinary, but there is a lot of depth in it. And it is very much like you, seemingly normal but you actually have more to what seems on the outside.”
Stopping herself, Luna blushed a deep red and ushered for the head boy to lead the way. She ignored all the stares the boy directed at her and decidedly stared at the ground, as if there are interesting words on it.
When they entered the great hall, many whispers broke out and many people even stood up to get a better look at her. She strained to hear what they were saying.
“Is she a new student?”
“Why is she with Riddle? I am so jealous!”
“She looks kind of pretty, doesn’t she?”
“Which house do you think she will be in?”
Just then, Tom Riddle grabbed her hand and led her to the front of the hall, ignoring the whispers that are getting louder and louder.
Pushing her towards the sorting hat, he then flicked his wand and announced to the whole school about Chantelle Dumbledore, who was escaping from her enemies and will continue her seventh year in Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft.
Signalling for her to put on the sorting hat, Tom nodded and gave her a smile of encouragement.
How can the future dark lord be so charming?
Shakily, she put on the sorting hat for the second time in her entire life.
“Chantelle Dumbledore? Really? I think not?” The sorting hat, luckily, was speaking to her mentally, so no one else could hear it.
“Yes! Now what house am I going?”
“I do not make the real choice, since you, Luna Lovegood, hold the qualities of all four houses. Now, what house do you want to go?”
Somehow, as she thought about the mysterious Tom Riddle, the future Dark Lord, the future that seems so depressing and hopeless, she said out her reply without knowing it.
“Slytherin”
“Of course! The fact that you had hid your past and secrets so deftly proves your qualification for Slytherin. Now that you have made your own choice, SLYTHERIN IT IS!”
The last part of the sentence was announced to the whole school and everyone clapped politely, though I received some intense glares from some Gryffindors.
Great, first day of school and I have already receive the evil glares.
Luna turned to Tom Riddle and was surprised at the relief on his face; he seemed genuinely pleased that she have gotten into Slytherin.
“Congratulations, you made it.” He muttered as she walked beside him towards the Slytherin table.
“More like the horrors have just begun...” She blushed when Tom turned towards me, which means he heard her comment. He shot her a smirk before sitting down and with a casual wave of hand, beckoned for her to sit on his left hand side. Luna was shocked, but nevertheless, she sat down, ignoring the glares from his female population and the discussions directed at her back. Looking up at the staff table, she saw that Professor Slughorn was clapping enthusiastically and Dumbledore gave her a wink.
Turning around to face her new house, the ex-Gryffindor gave them a brief smile as the torrent of questions which are soon coming.
Here goes.
“Abraxas Malfoy, the most brilliant wizard after Tom Riddle.”
The speaker looked like Draco Malfoy, with the same pale blonde hair and delicate cheek bone and haughty look. However, Luna did not fail to notice that he looked slightly friendlier and more joyous, also, slightly more handsome.
“Hi” As a polite gesture, she inclined her head to acknowledge the wizard. She was aware of the fact that boys like Abraxas were used to girls swooning after him, and she was determined to not to become one of those screaming girls.
“Hey, I am Cygnus Black, nice to meet you.”
She offered him a smile and shook the boy’s outstretched hand. Needless to say, he looked like Sirius Black, just younger and – cleaner. Beside him, another boy with dark hair and looked identical to Cygnus, offered his hand to me too.
“Alphard Black, at your service.”
For the first time that she had arrived at Hogwarts, Luna decided to use her dreamy voice.
“And how do I differentiate between you two?”
Everyone looked shocked at her voice and Tom tried hard to hide his amusements, though he did looked at Luna questioningly himself.
Alphard recovered and tugged at his raven hair, and explained to her, “Obviously, my hair is darker and I am much more handsome than my bratty twin brother, Cygnus. Also known as BTBC.”
At this, Luna could not help burst out laughing. But upon seeing Cygnus indignant expression, she quickly sobered up and told the brooding boy, “Don’t worry, I’ve had worse nicknames than BTBC, at least it might have stand for brilliant, talented boy, Cygnus.”
Hearing her words, the small group of Slytherins around them turned hysterical.
“And what might your awful nickname be? Our new witty Chantelle?” Unwilling to be hindered, Alphard grinned.
Determined to wipe that evil grin from his youthful face, Luna replied meekly.
“Looney”
Again, the table cracked up. Nobody believed her and assumed that she had cracked a joke. Exasperated, Luna uttered out the only nickname she could think of that is worse than ‘Looney’.
“Know-it-all-brat!”
Immediately, everyone sobered up.
“Really?” Tom Riddle gently spoke up.
Somehow, Luna had got really emotional, thinking about Hermione and the others, and tears started sliding down her cheek, alarming her new friends. (Some of which had yet to introduce themselves)
After a while, she finally got herself to calm down and explained that she was thinking about her friends back in Germany and missed them very much.
“But thanks to all of you, I am feeling much better, thank you.” She said, much to everyone else’s relief.
Soon, all of the sixth years have introduced themselves to her, among which, as she can tell, are the inner circle to Tom Riddle’s already starting reign on Hogwarts.
There was the Black twins, of course, and Abraxas Malfoy. Followed by Abraxas’ cousin, Felicia Malfoy, the only female within the inner circle, Relix Lestrange, Domance Crabbe, Keleste Goyle, Iris Parkinson and Sebastian Kings.
When the introduction had ended, they ended up asking her if her uncle, Professor Dumbledore, would be disappointed in her being in Gryffindor. After all, the professor was the head of the Gryffindor house. Luna noticed Tom Riddle’s eyes darkening slightly at the mention of the transfiguration professor but decided to let it past.
“He should be slightly disappointed, but it had been a long while back when he had noticed that my personalities are closer to Slytherin than Gryffindor. I am sure he will live with it.” She decided to add some sharp edges to her sentences so that she will fit in. Everyone laughed at her statement and left her to enjoy her breakfast peacefully.
After they were done, Abraxas pointed at himself and offered to show her around. However, after he had said it out loud, the Black twins promptly interrupter him and offered to Luna too. Then, the three of them started arguing, stopping only when Tom offered to show Luna around. They looked slightly dejected but otherwise told Luna to accept Tom and together they left for their first lesson, potions.
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“Good morning! Today, we shall be having lessons on the Draught of Living Death; anyone can tell me what are the potion’s properties?”
Luna, who was assigned to sit beside Tom Riddle, was not surprise when the head boy quietly put up his hand.
However, Slughorn did not pick Tom Riddle to answer his question. Giving the wizard a wink, he pointed at Luna instead, catching her by surprise.
“Why don’t we let Chantelle Dumbledore to have a try? Surely you would know something, Miss Dumbledore?”
Of course, the former-Ravenclaw was not a good-for-nothing.
“The Draught of Living Death is an extremely powerful sleeping potion. It sends the drinker into a deep trance that mimics the state of death. Ingredients needed are wormwood, asphodel, valerian roots, sloth brain, and a single Sopophorous bean. The potion should resemble a smooth, blackcurrant-coloured liquid at the halfway stage; it should then turn a light shade of lilac, and then clear as water, after you stir the potion counter-clockwise seven times.”
At the end of her explanation, the whole class (consisting of Slytherins and Hufflepuffs) looked rather impressed whereas Tom Riddle had a slightly sinister smile on his