Voldemort: Origins of the Heir Page #3

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Slytherins mark...

Thats right!

I had to pay an arm and a leg for it,

but I couldnt let it pass,

not a real treasure like that,

had to have it for my collection.

Burke bought it, apparently from a...

ragged-looking woman...

who seemed to have stolen it,

but had no idea of its true value!

Hepzibah didnt have any clue...

what a heavy impact those

words would have had on her fate.

The woman who sold the locket to Burke?

Merope Gaunt,

heir of Salazar Slytherin.

Mother of Tom Riddle.

Are you all right, dear?

Yes.

Yes, Im very well.

Your eyes...

I thought...

but a trick of the light, I suppose...

Its funny...

how sometimes chance intertwines...

so devilishly well with fate.

Dont you agree, Ms. Smith?

Dear boy, I...

The seeker...

chases the Snitch...

so assiduously,

When he finally grabs it,

firmly holding in his hand...

He simply realizes

the game was already won.

What do you mean?

Poor, sweet Lazarus,

such an erratic and umpredictable boy,

disowned by the Hufflepuffs...

But he was so proud of his roots...

to risk his life...

looking for Helga Hufflepuffs cup,

the lost heirloom of your family.

How do you know about Lazarus?!

How do you know the cup was lost?!

And he trusted again...

the very same family...

that denied him

his Hufflepuff descendance,

handing the cup to you,

hoping to keep it hidden

from dangerous people.

People like me.

You what...

But my luck seems

to be endless because...

I bet your dear nephew ignored...

that you also owned

the noble Slytherin heirloom.

Very well.

The one that I was

so desperately looking for...

Finally mine!

Do you want my treasures?

Take them, you can keep them!

I find it almost disgusting.

Your nephew has done

so much to find this relic...

and restore your familys name...

And then I look at you.

So sickening,

so revolting, so old.

Youre living proof of how low

the four houses have fallen.

If Hufflepuff ever had a worthy heir,

that was Lazarus Smith.

And now hes dead,

by my hand.

You did what...?

He wanted to raise

this world to higher ends.

He wanted a peaceful and just world,

like all four of us heirs.

But you dont have to worry,

his dream will live on with me.

You are Slytherins heir!

Tom!

I have a secure vault at Gringotts!

I'm rich,

Ill do anything you want,

Ill give you everything you want!

Tom dear, I beg you!

Tom!

Tom, I beg you!

Enemies of the Heir,

beware.

Avada Kedavra!

Tom impeccably

staged a first-class scandal:

a False Memory charm,

an undetectable poison,

and just the right touch

of theatricality;

the house-elf pled guilty.

Merlins beard...

That night I paid Tom a visit...

Tom!

unaware of the crime

he had just committed.

Alohomora!

Tom!

I was desperate...

after Hogwarts,

Tom cut off all ties with us Heirs.

After Lazarus died...

I was terrified.

What if Tom had managed to find

one of the heirlooms he was looking for?

Lazaruss murderer,

would he have come for him too?

I got there late.

Tom had vanished.

I was...

the only one...

who still cared about Tom...

The only one who still believed in him.

The only...

disgusting little girl...

still blinded by her feelings.

But...

to what end?

Why retrieve

the four founders heirlooms?

Horcrux.

What ?

Horcrux.

Do you know...

what this word means, General?

A power so dark...

that only a few dare speak of it.

The only known form...

of immortality.

Tearing a fragment of your soul...

to confine it into an object.

What kind of object?

Who knows?

Might be anything.

Or maybe...

something you really care about.

An object which represents something.

Which...

is bound to a memory...

Which is a part of your past.

Like... a diary!

So you think that...

the diary we obtained...

is a horcrux?

I cant say for sure.

But...

Im sure that...

both the cup and the locket,

are now more than simple heirlooms.

And I think that he wont stop there.

For what we know,

he might already have gotten

to Rowena Ravenclaws diadem...

Wiglaf.

What happened to Ravenclaws heir?

Its a nasty wound.

Now stay here, be quiet and wait

while I finish this healing potion...

hoping that this will work.

After all these years...

Why did you look for me?

Because we have a common goal, I guess.

And I even guess that in this world...

there still is someone

I can call my friend.

That someone is you.

Things are getting worse.

Now they call themselves Deatheater...

Hilarious!

Theres nothing we can do,

not as long as the enigma

remains unsolved.

We searched every

single inch of those ruins,

but there is no sign of the sword.

You mean...

Godric Gryffindor's sword?

Probably...

the only heirloom

Tom still couldnt find.

What are Wiglafs intentions?

We have to stop him, Wiglaf...

If he manages to take

hold of the sword, well then...

We have to Save him!

He opened the Chamber of Secrets.

He killed Lazarus!

He's been...

betraying us, always!

He is true evil.

And I will eradicate him!

I will bring justice!

Theres still some good in Tom!

I know it!

Tom?

Who is Tom?

No, Grisha.

There was never a Tom.

He has always been...

Volde...

He has always been?

- Go on.

- Nothing.

That name just...

It doesnt matter...

I guess the Veritaserum

is starting to wear off.

Wiglaf tried to stop him, Mister Makarov.

He tried,

but now...

Hes dead.

dead?

He had no chance with him.

First the Badger, then the Raven...

Im the only one left.

The only one

who can still stop the Serpent.

The only one who can still save Tom.

Save him... From what?

From himself!

That diary...

If theres a way to stop him,

its in there.

It is a fragment of his soul...

Of his life...

Of his past...

And mine.

The train leaves in an hour.

Youd better pack your things.

Is this how you say goodbye?

Since, as you know, I am a Headboy,

it would be almost impossible...

to say goodbye on the train, so...

What s the matter with you?

Sorry?

Whats the matter with you!

Whats the bloody matter!

Why do you always

make things go wrong?

It looks like you enjoy seeing

the world going to pieces!

Lazarus will be ok.

And Wiglaf, well...

You know...

we are alike in many ways.

Its normal for us to be in conflict.

But he will take his own path,

as I will follow mine.

And me?

What answer do you have for me?

You are a seeker, right?

You know too well how the game works.

You have to cach the snitch.

You have to chase it...

you have to grab it to end the game.

But it never rests,

its unstoppable.

It whizzes at top speed...

and if you want to catch it,

you must not be distracted.

You cannot think...

No past,

no future.

What about that diary, then?

Memories are made

of something peculiar...

Trying to catch them can be dangerous.

The good ones, theyre hard to catch.

The bad ones,

on the other hand...

Theyre even harder to keep away.

You will run away,

won't you?

You will disappear, I know.

It's in your nature.

But you can't run away

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