Remus looked up at the old manor house with revulsion, he could feel the evil that had been done here so long ago. He did not really want to destroy the manor but if he did not then Voldemort could use it as his base and that he had to stop from happening. He had explored the old manor and found to his surprise munitions in the basement of the house from world war two. It seemed then that the Riddle family had been a major part of the war effort and had helped hide explosives in their home. It was all too perfect and Remus would make sure to use this to his advantage. After all he did not want any innocents to be blamed for what happened here.
It had not taken him all that long to figure out where Voldemort's father's family lived after Harry told him Voldemort's real name. He had followed the genealogy back and found first Merope Gaunt then Tom Riddle, and finally Tom Marvolo Riddle's birth certificate. With that it was easy to find Little Hangleton as it was only four miles from Big Hangleton and once he had done that he found the manor house and the small family graveyard. His first task had been to remove the bones of Voldemort's father and destroy them fully. After that he had entered the house only to come across the ghost of Tom Riddle Sr. To say he was shocked would not do it justice, he had believed only wizards and witches could be ghosts not muggles!
"What you doing here wizard?" Riddle snarled.
"You are a ghost!" Remus said in shock, "but only wizards or witches can be ghosts!"
"You are a thick one aren't you?" Riddle said, "that is rubbish, I am clearly here and a ghost, now what do you want?"
"I am going to blow up this manor, keep your son from using it when he comes back."
"That thing is not my son, don't get me wrong, if I had known the girl was pregnant I would have brought her home along with the child. First time I knew I had a son was when he came and murdered my parents and me. I have felt so badly for what happened to my parents, it was my fault you know."
"No it was not, Merope tricked you with an evil potion. You are the victim here and I believe you when you said you would have raised your son." Remus replied.
Discover moreMoviesCrossover fictionFan fiction forumAnimeComics"Might have kept him from going bad." Riddle said.
"You don't know that." Remus said, "I need to get rid of this manor, I know it was your home…"
"If it gets rid of him all the better." Riddle said, "there are things in the catacombs you might find to help you."
"Show me please." Remus asked politely. "You don't mind me blowing up your home?"
"No, it has been tainted by foul dark evil my fault that however I can help and wish to."
Remus followed the ghost down to the basement and saw that at one time it had been a bright cheerful place well ordered and clean. Now he could feel the evil oozing off the walls and the sadness of the human sacrifices Voldemort had his "priests" do for him down here. Riddle told him of the deeper catacombs and how they had been in place when there was a castle on this sight. Those catacombs had hidden Catholic priests in the reigns of king Henry VIII and Elizabeth I. Later they had been used to hide munitions for the civil war and more recently for munitions for WWII.
"All you need to do is hook up the wires kept down here to the munitions, I can tell you what to do."
"That would be great thank you." Remus said.
"Now first get the wire…"
Hours later Remus was done with the setting of the wires and found he liked Riddle. It was too bad he had not lived, he was really a nice man. It was not his fault that Merope had entrapped him and he had in turn sired an evil demon (that is what Remus saw Voldemort as) it had changed a young happy man into a sullen miserable man who could not trust anyone. If he had known Merope was pregnant he would have done his duty no matter how horrible and raised the child. Still Remus did not think that Voldemort would have turned out any different, he was bound to be evil as it was in his nature. He finished his task and bade Riddle farewell and left the house setting the charges to go off. He sat on a hill watching the manor crumble and burn and when it was gone he left and Apparated back to Hogwarts.
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Two days later found Remus was in the Room of Requirement looking around in awe, he could not believe what he was seeing. Rows upon rows of books stacked high, piles of jars, cages and treasures filled the room. He was here to get the diadem and he knew what it looked like having seen diadem in the memories of Tom and from Fate herself. Remus had volunteered to do this reasoning he was a werewolf and the item would have a harder time harming him. After pleading and begging to be allowed to do this to protect his benefactor Dumbledore had reluctantly allowed him to go get the Horcruxes. It had taken time as they both now knew what the Horcruxes were as Remus had put the memories of Tom into the pensive and they had found the Horcruxes together in those memories.
Remus was surprised at how much Dumbledore trusted him, something had changed for Dumbledore to trust Remus like he did now. Then Remus thought back to his first time as defense teacher and he mentally winced, he had betrayed the trust of Dumbledore and he knew it. Yet now he had helped shore up the defenses of the school and he had told about the map the first thing coming to the school to take the job. That and he had seen the headmaster at his worse and had not told a soul and had been there for the headmaster when he had broken down thinking he was alone. Remus would not leave him and he stayed to comfort a man he never thought needed this kind of comforting. Now it seemed that Dumbledore had adopted him in his own way and trusted him like no other. It scared and humbled Remus all at once that this great man trusted a werewolf like him.
Now the werewolf looked around the room at his feet and finally found the diadem. He picked it up and was walking to the door when he came on what he thought was a brilliant idea. After he would not think it so bright but at the time it was a great idea. He set fire to what he knew was the vanishing cabinet and smiled as the cabinet was destroyed. He stopped smiling as the fire spread and he tried to put it out with his wand. He ran for the door as the fire only spread and he managed to get out of the room and the door sealed behind him. He walked to the headmaster's office and gave the password to the gargoyle and went up the stairs and came to the headmaster's office. He entered and the headmaster looked up at him his eyes widening a bit in surprise at Remus's soot covered robes.
"I ah had a bit of problem sir." Remus said.
"What sort of problem my boy?" Dumbledore asked.
"There was what I believed to be an illegal vanishing cabinet in the room." Remus said, "I er set it on fire sir."
"Ah I see, what happened from there?"
"Well the cabinet is gone sir, however the fire is contained to the room, I think it will have burned out by now sir." Remus said mentally cringing as Dumbledore looked at him calmly, he was going to get it now, oh he was so dead the headmaster could not forgive him for damaging the school. "I did try to put it out sir."
"Well as long as it does not spread to the rest of the castle no harm done, I am sure the castle will repair the damage." Dumbledore said shocking Remus as he seemed amused not angry.
"I had not thought of that, she can do that then?" Remus said as calmly as he could.
"Yes, on rooms like that one you came from, I know all about it, my boy, there are some homes, very old that have rooms like this. Rooms that can change and call on what is in the home to change the room as needed. You can understand that?"
"Yes sir, wonder if certain treasures are hidden that way?" Remus mused. "Like the treasures of the Templers?"
"We may never know, now would you like to destroy this?" Dumbledore asked going to get the sword of Gryffindor and handing it to Remus. "Here, you find them you destroy them, maybe this will keep Tom from coming back."
"We can only hope sir." Remus said taking the sword and looking Dumbledore in the eyes, "thank you for trusting me with this."
"You have earned this trust Remus." Dumbledore said, "there is much good in you, you are a noble and a good wizard and man."
"I am no man sir, I am a monster." Remus said.
"That is not what I see my boy." Dumbledore said softly, "you are no monster, not you my boy."
Remus took the sword in both hands and brought it down on the diadem cutting through the ancient artifact with ease. There was a loud scream and a black substance came out of the diadem. It disappeared after a few minutes and the wailing stopped as well. Remus smiled, and saw Dumbledore smiling too, a sad tired smile and Remus walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. He wanted to convey through that touch he cared the headmaster and that he was loyal to him and refused to go dark himself. Dumbledore looked up at him and patted his hand. He did care about Remus, that was clear from the day he had met him and allowed him a dark cursed creature to come to Hogwarts. He was a good kind man who really did love and care about his students.
Remus mentally cursed Tom Marvolo Riddle for what he had done to this kind good man, betraying him as he had done as Dumbledore had called the boy his own and had tried so hard to give him a good life. Dumbledore had tried to show Tom the good things of life even taking him in after the chamber incident and making him his apprentice. It was not enough, Tom had already turned into Voldemort and was now evil and nearly soulless and had broke the heart of Dumbledore so badly with his betrayal. Remus vowed to help Dumbledore and gain his trust and help mend his very broken heart. He would rip the heart from Voldemort for what he had done if he could but he knew he could not, Harry had to kill him as there was no other way to get rid of this foul creature.
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Azkaban island was a small island with room only for the large foreboding prison with its black stone walls and a few grim buildings that housed the guards and workers of the prison. It was hell on earth inside the well warded walls for the prisoners forced to live here. Hundreds of small mean cells filled the grim fortress, many were above ground, where the minimum and medium security prisoners were kept in windowed cells with beds and enough food to keep them healthy. They were least affected by the Dementors as they loved the dark deeper levels of the prison. Still even they cried out in fear and terror most of the time wrapped in the blankets given to them clad in robes that were at least clean and not too threadbare. This was what most ministry officials saw when they visited as only a few rare went deep into the prison where the Dementors seemed to like to prowl the most.
Down here, down in the darkest torch lit cells prisoners huddled in their bare cells clad in ragged robes fed stale bread and watery gruel they were kept barely alive as they were the worst of all the prisoners. Here were the murderers, rapists, traitors and the like and the wails and cries of the prisoners were ignored by the prisoners sent to feed them from above. Even guards wanted no part of these prisoners here forcing other prisoners to feed and take away the dead. The Dementors and hell hounds made sure that no prisoner escaped, not as if any had the strength to do so. Only one had ever escaped and it still puzzled the human guards, no-one knew if the Dementors even thought about it.
In the lowest level, so far below the ground that the pumps that kept out the water could be heard in the background when the screams died down were the most dangerous of all the prisoners. Bellatrix Lestrange, once a smart cunning witch who was the right hand it was said of Voldemort. Now she huddled in the corner of her cell her once gray eyes now black as night and her long dark hair matted hanging about her skeletal face. She was quiet and many thought her insane but she knew better, she was waiting, waiting for her time to leave here and she had time and would escape it was only a matter of time. She stood up as the Dementors came by and walked up to the bars of her cell. She sent out a single thought: Lord Voldemort, in time they would let her go, and she would keep the promises made to reward them. In time she would bring her lord back and bring down those that dared harm him as they had done.
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I wanted Tom Riddle Sr. To have closure, I do not see him as a bad man, look at it from his point of view, he was to marry someone of his own class and someone who he probably was already in love with. Then he is drugged and forced to wed Merope and when he found out the truth he left, I am sure not knowing his wife was pregnant, if he had he would have done the right thing and raise his son. I am sure he never even knew he had a son until Voldy showed up and killed him! Letting him help destroy the manor to keep Voldy from using it does not sound to out of line to me.
As to Dumbledore and Remus, there will be no Dumbledore bashing to this fic. I am going to have Remus do his best to help him trust again as Dumbledore's greatest fault was his not being able to trust. Unless his servants were bound to him like Severus was. Remus here is going to try and help heal the aged headmaster and asking to help him destroy the Horcruxes would do that.