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After the very tense confrontation in the Hospital Wing Headmaster Dumbledore took me, Professor Black, and one of the Aurors with a special shiny badge up to his office to speak.

"Shall we all sit for this?" Headmaster Dumbledore said.

The Headmaster conjured another chair from the previous three and we all sat down.

"Damn, these are comfy," I said, wiggling my bum.

"Thank you Mister Gaunt, I spent a long time altering the spell for comfort," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. "As the years progress I find it harder and harder to sit comfortably. Not because I'm old, but because I know I have so much life left to live!"

I snorted. Thankfully this version of Dumbledore didn't seem to be some evil monster. At least as far as I could tell.

"So this is the boy that was attacked by an… evil spirit?" The Auror woman asked.

"Yes Miss Bones. Reigis Gaunt, this is Amelia Bones, Head of the DLME."

I blinked at the woman. Red hair, check, ridiculously large left tit, check, ridiculously large right tit, check. How did I not see it before?

"Why are you wearing Aurors Robes if you're the head of the entire Department?"rtment?" I asked.

"Because the robes help mitigate curses and someone just had the Torture Curse put on them."

"Uh, the Unforgiveables are unblockable," I stated, as though the older woman didn't know.

Amelia Bones rolled her eyes.

"Obviously, they're also not the only spell people use, and its not easy to cast over and over."

"Then there is the fact that they can identify other Aurors more easily in tense situations," Dumbledore added.

I nodded, more satisfied with that answer.

"Now, we need to have a frank discussion about this "evil spirit" that you met. Before, when it was just you I could let the incident go as I don't have the power to fully question you-"

"Uh, you still don't have the power to fully question me," I stated.

Dumbledore nodded.

"True, as a pureblood and a Heir to a House, not to mention one of the few boys in your year you are given much more protections than the average witch. However I do hope that you will freely share with us before I have to start asking for legal permission."

I sighed, sure Dumbledore was anti-grey/dark, but he wasn't a bad person, and in the case of a highly aggressive megalomaniac spirit, the best person to have on my side.

"The evil spirit is Tom Riddle."

Both Bellatrix and Amelia looked confused at the name, but Dumbledore's eyes widened.

"Really? He was your uncle was he not? I would think he wouldn't attack you."

"Well you'd also think he wouldn't do whatever black magic had him turn into an evil spirit in the first place."

"Wait, Tom Riddle, a Gaunt?" Bellatrix asked confused.

"I think I remember hearing about this…" Amelia said. "First death in Hogwarts in over a century."

I nodded.

"He was or is, my uncle. My great aunt Merope Gaunt married a muggle named Tom Riddle, and they had a son named Tom Riddle. He was a Parselmouth like me, and he died about fifty years ago in the girls bathroom. When he died he was wearing our family ring that he stole, and it was lost to us ever since. Well I did research before coming to Hogwarts, and found out where it was. I went to get it, found it, and was almost possessed by his spirit."

"Did he spare you because you were his nephew?" Albus asked.

"No, in fact he was quite pissed when I fought him off, whined like a little bi-"

"Language," all three adults said.

Well other adults I was eighteen.

I rolled my eyes.

"Like a little bibbler cibbler."

"What is a bibbler cibbler?" Dumbledore asked intrigued.

"I don't know, just sounds like something magical. Anyways I fought him off, you need to be able to match his Will and his magical power in order to do so, and he Spirited Away."

I did not chuckle, but it was a close thing.

"And you said you lost the ring," Bellatrix said.

"Well… I didn't lose it, I dropped it and decided to wait until I knew it was safe."

"We should go get it and have it inspected for additional dark magic," Amelia Bones said standing up.

"Uh, maybe tomorrow, you know, busy day and all that," I said, as casually as I could.

None in the room were convinced.

"The castle is big yes… but its not that big," Professor Dumbledore said.

"Uh-"

"Mister Reigis, do you know where the Chamber Of Secrets is?" Dumbledore asked bluntly.

Well shit, I prodded my Occlumency shields and still felt them in place, so either Dumbledore was so subtle that I couldn't feel him or he was already suspicious from before.

"No. Do you? That'd be pretty cool."

Dumbledore sighed.

"I see that you don't yet trust us to tell."

"I don't know what a mythical chamber has to do with the evil spirit of Tom Riddle, but I will go and get my family Heirloom again, when I do I don't mind you taking a quick look at it Miss Bones."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow as if to ask why he couldn't. Well obviously because it was the resurrection stone silly.

"What?" I said. "She is the Auror and head of the DLME. I might as well have her confirm legally that my family Heirloom is safe so there isn't a reason for them to "commandeer" it."

"I see," Dumbledore said, having to accept that answer.

"Mister Gaunt, I will have a squad of Aurors stationed here, if and when you find this heirloom you can contact me through them. Should you also find out anything regarding your… evil uncle lets say, then report that to them as well."

I took the implied dismissal, standing and stretching.

"Alrighty then, see you all later."

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"Fucking Merlins far hanging ballsack," I grumbled in my room a few hours later.

Everything had gone to shit, it was official.

Tom Riddle, the cunt who wouldn't die, was now prowling through Hogwarts, imitating my body and Crucio'ing people. Would he continue to do that? Would he kill someone next? Tracey? Daphne? Fleur?

Who was he possessing? What was his goal? Just to get his own body? That wouldn't be too hard.

A knock at my door startled me out of my thoughts.

I pulled out my wand, a whole lot of good that would do me. I had practiced as much as I could over the past two years, but that didn't mean I had a leg to stand on outside of magic compared to Tom Riddle. An apparent genius with enough skills to trap his soul in a ring.

The door was the one that led to the outside hall.

Should I answer it? Probably not, but then I remembered.

Professor Yazzie, she had said she was going to visit.

Even after the incident with Ron Weasley? Maybe she was possessed by Tom Riddle, or maybe it was just Tom Riddle on the other side in another student's body.

"Reigis?" Professor Yazzie asked from the other side. "Could you let me in."

I opened the door, wand still at the ready. Professor Yazzie stood there, a thin robe on her body.

The professor raised an eyebrow as she saw me guarded.

"Expecting someone else?" she asked.

"Kind of, maybe a dark evil spirit ready to steal all my sweets."

Professor Yazzie chuckled.

"Honestly I didn't think you'd still come," I said, opening the door to let her in.

She flowed in, somehow her simple movements seeming sensual.

"If anything after today I think we both need it more," Professor Yazzie said, thumbing the tie to her night robes. "A stress reliever. You seem pretty… tense."

She raked her eyes down my frame, I could tell she was just doing it to help ease the awkward air of a teacher getting ready to take the cock of one of her students.

"I'd say so," I agreed, slipping my outer robe off. "Nothing quite like getting accused of an Unforgivable to make you pent up."

Her fingers slipped under her robes knot and pulled, the garment slipping off easily. Professor Yazzie wore a lace white bra and panties, barely covering anything of importance, and it contrasted deeply with the dark room and her caramel skin.

"I'm always available to help ease my students' worries."

I snorted at the corny line and she smiled slyly at me.

"Fuck me Reigis, fuck me and don't hold back."