This is the second book in the series of Black's Prophecy.
Cordelia Lupin-Black is all set for her second year, but an elf pops out of nowhere and warns her not to go. She ignores his warning only to find herself hearing weird voices and students ge...
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"Fawkes?" Harry breathed, and he felt the bird's golden claws squeeze his shoulder gently.
"And that -" said Riddle, now eyeing the ragged thing that Fawkes had dropped, "that's the old school Sorting Hat--"
So it was. Patched, frayed, and dirty, the hat lay motionless at Harry's feet.
Riddle began to laugh again. He laughed so hard that the dark chamber rang with it, as though ten Riddles were laughing at once.
"This is what Dumbledore sends his defenders! A songbird and an old hat! Do you feel brave, Harry Potter? Do you feel safe now?"
"He doesn't need to feel safe, nor does he need to feel brave. Why you ask? Because we came here knowing unsafe but the life of our best friend's sister means more to us than the danger we are putting ourselves into. That is why we are already brave. We don't need to feel it. And we know we are unsafe but we are willing to fight." Cordelia said and drew out her wand and seems like Harry had the same thought because his determination had grown.
"Cordelia Black. A Slytherin like me. Don't play the hero here. Slytherin once had a motto to always stand up for their housemates but seems like they don't have it any more."
A smirk appeared on her luscious lips showing little bit of her pearly white teeth, "who said I'm playing the hero here?"
Riddle looked at her, confused.
"I'm a devil in an angel's disguise. I'm the villain in this story with a tainted heart. But remember this, in today's world a villain can only defeat a villain."
Then her smirk disappeared in a second. And with a blank face she said, " and I'm not just a Slytherin, I belong in every house. The motto is still there, it's just you no longer belong in there."
Riddle gritted his teeth but changed his expression and looked at Harry.
"To business, Harry," said Riddle, still smiling broadly. "Twice - in your past, in my future - we have met. And twice I failed to kill you. How did you survive? Tell me everything. The longer you talk," he added softly, "the longer you stay alive."
"No one knows why you lost your powers when you attacked me," said Harry abruptly. "I don't know myself. But I know why you couldn't kill me. Because my mother died to save me. My common Muggle-born mother," he added, shaking with suppressed rage. "She stopped you killing me. And I've seen the real you, I saw you last year. You're a wreck. You're barely alive. That's where all your power got you. You're in hiding. You're ugly, you're foul--"
Riddle's face contorted. Then he forced it into an awful smile. "So. Your mother died to save you. Yes, that's a powerful countercharm. I can see now... there is nothing special about you, after all. I wondered, you see. There are strange likenesses between us, after all. Even you must have noticed. Both half-bloods, orphans, raised by Muggles. Probably the only two Parselmouths to come to Hogwarts since the great Slytherin himself We even look something alike... but after all, it was merely a lucky chance that saved you from me. That's all I wanted to know. But I know there was another baby who defeated me. Cordelia Black."
