Infenais (???????) in english

Harry put on black pants and a green shirt, it was late, just a few hours had passed since dinner, in which, nothing had been hated other than the name of Sirius Black had been seen by Ronald Weasley, stating that he was had appeared in front of her bed with a dagger, and luckily that had been confirmed by the fat lady, who had said that Sirius Black had scratched her painting, and in fact, if you passed by, you could see both stripes that broke on canvas He remembered the chaos this event had caused, it had been fun to see the Gryffindors so scared ... Black's attempts to enter the lion common room had been several, which gave him to understand Harry, who already knew the truth, who was making it obvious that she wasn't looking for him, but ... Why Ronald Weasley? That he had the, he had no money, no power ... Had the Weasleys plotted against his parents? Had the Weasleys helped Dumbledore? Harry got to thinking that he would incentivize Sirius Black to try to assassinate the lesser Weasley, he had nothing to do with the fact that he was indicted, did he? Not that he knew about, unless he was really desperate for food and wanted to eat that disgusting rat that Ronald carried everywhere.

The Animagus! Since he hadn't thought about it before, it was obvious, what an idiot he had been not to see the obvious. The rat was Peter Pettigrew! Oh he would enjoy hunting her so much and taking her to Black, but he would not do it for him, no, he would do it to avenge her parents... First she should locate the animal, it would not be so difficult with so much with an invisibility cloak, today was Friday and Classes had been canceled due to the sighting of Black near the black lake, so those days all the students of all the years were going to be sleeping in the Great Hall, which seemed unpleasant to the Slytherins since they were used to their individual rooms. Harry checked the clock, it was seven o'clock, he knew that Ronald and his friends were stupid and instead of studying, when they finished dinner they would go out to bother, so he had the idea of ​​putting on his father's cape and going to the entrance of the Gryffindor common room, if someone came out or came in he would come in, anyway, no one would sleep there in a while, as everyone will sleep in the Great Hall, in sleeping bags...

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He came to the picture of the fat lady and saw the younger Weasley and his little friends ...

— Tomorrow is our first outing to Hogsmeade Ron. Are you taking Scabbers?— Finnegan asked.

— No, for Merlin, as you think! He is in my bed sleeping, it is so embarrassing that they force me to have it, it does not even serve to send letters, all it does is look dead, and sometimes I wish it were ...— said the redhead with disgust, while the green-eyed man smiled pleased from under his cape.

— Go! There is a day off and I heard that there are a couple of Slytherins near the black lake, we can put a spell on them!— suggested Dean Thomas, and the three of them ran, Harry rolled his eyes at his childish behavior, then transfigured his uniform to a Gryffindor, and put away his cape in his pocket. He steeled himself to the painting, and, putting on his best sad face, told the fat lady that he had forgotten the password, that some children had beaten him, he begged her to let him in, so she took pity and opened the door for him door, making him smile victoriously, as he advanced through the corridors, checking the doors, until he found the room.

Weasley, Finnegan, Thomas, Longbottom. The surnames were on the golden plate, on the door, he smiled and entered in silence, when he saw the redhead's bed, he approached cautiously, the rat rested on it, so, without hesitation, he stunned it, and then put it in a box that he found there, which he had crammed with safety spells, he shrunk it and then shoved it into his pocket and walked out of there like nothing else, planning games for his new friend Peter

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Harry never smiled, his smiles were something... terrifying, they had the peculiarity of making people tremble, since he was not very expressive, and the few emotions he showed openly were annoyance, displeasure and mockery. But their smiles, they were not like those of a thirteen child, they did not make you feel criticized, nor were they a smile of desire ... No, they were smiles that rarely came to light, and that only foreshadowed horror, so much so that people would see him walking and they would quickly get out of his way, which made him smile even more, it's not like he's going to drop an unforgivable in the middle of the hall, is it? It didn't take long to reach his destination, and while there was confidence, he knocked on the door, heard the noise of something falling, a scream, laughter, a knock, and then the door opened, showing Tom, with a half-smile , shirt backwards and face of having run ten laps of the Quiddich field

— Harry— the eldest greeted, inviting him to come in, his room was unusually messy and his bed was unmade, the youngest felt uncomfortable, out of place...

— Did I interrupt something?— Asked looking at the bed and his shirt, and the older denied

— Nothing, just, a little ... talk with an old friend, whom I want to introduce you to— said the blue-eyed and Harry smiled, trying to ignore the feeling of annoyance that was born inside him? Why hadn't he told her before? Wasn't it that there would no longer be any secrets between them? Why was Tom seeing someone without telling him?

— What's wrong Harry?— he asked again more seriously, but he smiled and showed her the box, returned to its size.

— I don't understand— Riddle apologized.

— Voldemort, had mentioned, in his letter, something that my parents had not died under his hand, if not under Dumbledore's, because of a third party, a traitor, Peter Pettigrew, and that is why Black is prowling the castle— He smiled, uncapping the box and pointing at the stunned rat. Tom's body shook when he saw the Animagus, the desire to kill him was unnecessary, but he knew that if he did, Sirius would be guilty to death...

— How...?— he asked in a small voice.

— Voldemort might have mentioned that he was an illegal animagus, a rat and also, Black has only tried to enter the Gryffindor tower, Ronald Weasley's room, you don't have to be a Ravenclaw to know what he is looking for, if he wanted me dead could have done it several times, besides Weasley is the only one who has a rat, too much of a coincidence, don't you think?— he said, and Tom hugged him, he had completely forgotten that he had written that letter and that he had mentioned Pettigrew

— Harry you are a very intelligent young man, your parents would be really proud of you, as much or more than I am— he said when they separated, and the minor felt a heat that flooded his senses, a comforting heat that pulsed around him —But you still have to meet my guest— he commented, Harry's expression dropping. Was he still going to introduce him to his lover? As if being in love with a man twenty years older is not enough. No! The older man must be with someone, Merlin hates me, thought the green-eyed

— And I want no excuses— warned the blue-eyed

— Tom, it's almost nine o'clock. Is there no curfew? Besides, wouldn't it be strange if we went out alone? At night? You and me?— the minor scoffed

— I know, and since you are a disobedient young man, and you came out of curfew, I caught you while doing my rounds, and escorted you to your common room—Riddle winked at him and the shorter one nodded.

— I understand professor— he scoffed again

— Okay, put on your cloak and follow me— Riddle ordered. —And take the rat! — He exclaimed, so Harry shrunk the box and put on his cape to follow Tom through the corridors, the courtyard, the black lake, and to the Quiddich court...

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— What are we doing here? It's cold— Harry complained, putting the cloak away, so Tom tucked it under his arm, hugging him against him, making him blush.

— It even seems that you want to kidnap me, the two of us, alone, at night— the child mocked, to which the blue-eyed rolled his eyes, but the green-eyed man felt truly vulnerable, he was outside at night, not knowing where they were going... Until some kind of black wolf came out of the forest and ran towards them, Tom just nodded, following the wolf, who, with his head, lifted one of the fabrics that covered the Gryffindor stands, and disappeared, they followed him , entering the wooden structure, there were three chairs, a table and a candle, and, as the cloth reached the ground, no one outside could see anything...