Voldemort: Origins of the Heir Page #2

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We have many things to discuss.

Come one, Grisha,

say something.

Alright,

let's make a deal.

If you really become a great wizard,

as you say,

you'll be strong enough to defeat Tom.

Tom?

Yes, exactly.

If you defeat Tom,

then,

maybe I'll consider your proposal.

Tom?

Don't make me laugh, Grisha.

Alright, alright.

Everyone at school knows...

that you have a crush on Tom.

So what?

He may be a bookworm,

but he's not even remotely

as strong as Wiglaf.

Really?

So you think you could beat him, now?

Me? No.

Not now.

He's a seventh year student,

so I think...

Stop, that's enough!

You look like kids

fighting over chocolate frogs!

Wiglaf, we...

- We're just joking.

- Joking?

Joking...

Do you remember why were here?

Do you remember who we are?

Why, regardless...

of the different houses

the Sorting Hat sorted us in,

we are bounded forever

by a destiny we cannot change?

We are the heirs.

Exactly.

Heirs?

What does this mean?

Are you really...

Grisha McLaggen.

Descendant of Godric,

and heir of the bloodline

of Gryffindor.

But,

the files don't say anything about this!

The descendance from the founders...

does not appear in official documents.

It is a secret...

guarded from one generation...

to the next.

And...

the other heirs?

Wiglaf Sigurdsson,

heir of Ravenclaw,

and Lazarus Smith,

heir of Hufflepuff.

We trained,

we studied,

we did researches...

to find where our ancesters...

hid the heirlooms

of the four noble houses.

But in the end,

we were just a bunch of children,

dreaming of changing the world.

And

Tom Riddle?

The fourth heir.

The heir...

of Slytherin.

So

he was a friend of yours too?

Yes,

but Tom,

was different.

He has always been.

That day...

something broke.

And remember,

we took an oath.

We, the heirs,

will fight so that evil...

will be eradicated.

We will bring peace and justice.

We will make the world...

a better place!

Such a nice speech, Captain.

Dont worry Mr. Riddle.

We are honored.

We are nothing...

but low rank wizards, right?

How could we expect...

a noble Slytherin like you...

to lower himself...

to the vile rule of punctuality?

Youre right,

Captain.

You may be the only wizards,

expect from Slytherins,

I even dare talk to.

Not like theyre worthy, mind you.

Grisha!

he dematerialized!

Were in the Room

of Requirement, idiot.

We were talking

about the sacred heirlooms...

of the houses,

perhaps you care.

Oh! Big news.

Actually, Grisha and I were discussing

about who is the best wizard...

between you and Wiglaf.

- Well, I was just...

- Stop this!

Whats wrong?

Afraid to lose your spot, Cap?

Theres never been any Cap.

Come on Wiglaf,

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