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I don’t know how but somehow Hadria is involved in this was his first coherent thought upon becoming aware of his new surroundings.
Gellert was greeted by looks of awe and wonder.
“Ah,” hissed a voice in the dark. “Welcome. I am Lord Voldemort and I have summoned you into my service.”
Oh, for fucks sake.
He really really wanted to blame Hadria for this.
“You have been summoned for a noble reason, Dark One.” Voldemort continued, ignorant to Gellert’s lack of fucks given. “You will aid us in our noble quest of purging the world of filth and defeating Harry Potter.”
Harry Potter? He thought, not Harriet or even Hadria? How interesting.
“What say you, Dark One? And what is your name?”
Gellert deadpanned at him, staring for awhile without any shred of emotion or clue as to what he was truly thinking.
Voldemort was beginning to feel vaguely unnerved by the calculating expression.
“I’m Gerwald Grinsen.” Gellert said after a moment. “And I say that I do not appreciate your attempt of bringing me out of retirement.”
Voldemort looked bemused, “What—-“
But Gellert did not let him finish.
“It was terribly discourteous of you.” He sniffed. “I was in the middle of something rather important.”
“Enough!” Voldemort hissed again. “I have summoned you here to serve and you will obey me!”
A flicker of ice glinted in Gellert’s eyes and he thought: Oh no. That won’t do.
“I beg your pardon?” Gellert said softly with a chilling voice that made everyone present pale. Even Lord Voldemort froze at the cold tone.
Gellert smiled pleasantly, though there was nothing pleasant about this smile.
“I’m afraid that I’ll have to decline.” Gellert told Voldemort with the tone of an adult scolding a particularly troublesome child. “You really ought to research more carefully when using a summoning ritual. I’m no Dark Lord” anymore “and I won’t be able to help you.”
Gellert gestured to the surrounding Death Eaters, none of which seemed to know what to do with themselves.
“But as a former Dark Lord I’ll say this: the first thing you ought to have done was surround yourself in competent company. Such that should be capable of a stimulating conversation, thinking on their own and knowing instinctually what to do without your constant presence. You aren’t supposed to have to mother your subordinates.” Gellert scolded with a tut. “Undying fidelity isn’t nearly enough for a successful campaign such as, well, not this.”
Voldemort’s eyes shone brightly with eagerness at the advise.
“Yes, yes, it shall be done.” He said agreeably. “And does this wisdom mean you’ll aid us? Even as an advisor?”
Gellert smiled.
“No.”
He snapped his fingers and with a great whirlwind of blue fire he vanished.
Dramatically.
Very dramatically.
He was an ex-dark lord after all.
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“Idiots! Gawking! Staring! Rude! Ugly—-“
“Hello,” she waved cheerily at the gaping faces before her. “I’m Hadria, your counterpart from the neighbouring dimension next door.”
Harry smiled a little unsurely. “I’m Harry. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Hermione Granger.” Said local-Hermoine.
“Ron Weasley.” Said local-Ron seemingly unnerved by her differing gender to the local-Harry.
“It’s a pleasure,” she said, grinning especially at Ron.
She missed having Ron as a companion and if it weren’t for her sorting into Slytherin she thought they could make good friends.
Maybe he would be more open to her in this dimension.
“You were sorted into Slytherin.” Hermione said with a slight frown.
They had been terribly shocked when Dumbledore revealed that tidbit of information to them.
It was actually quite funny to see their expressions.
Hadria giggled. “Only because I wanted Draco to care for my Jarvey. I could’ve been sorted into any house.”
“—-Obvious! Bird-brain! Blondie! Funny-looking!”
“Oh, hush you.” Hadria scolded Snag.
Hadria could see that they were all amused by Snag’s description of Malfoy.
“I’m the most Hufflepuff-like Slytherin you’ll ever meet.” She offered with a proud puff because Hufflepuffs need more representation damn it!
She turned and offered Harry a smile.
“I look forward to traumatizing—-ah, defeating Voldemort with you.”
She did not grin maniacally.
Really.
“Out of curiosity... if you were going to fight him Marauders style how would you go about doing it?” She asked innocently.
The trio exchanged bemused looks.
“You want to.. prank him?” Hermione said in disbelief.
Hadria rubbed her hands together.
“He’d never expect it.” She said thinking about Tom.
“I don’t think—!”
“He’d never expect it.” She affirmed with a smile. “Tom certainly didn’t.”
There was a pause before the chaos ensued.
“Did you just say Tom—-?!”
“You actually pranked him!?”
“Bloody hell!”
Hadria frowned.
“You mean you don’t have a Tom Riddle on your side in this dimension?” She asked innocently.
“I hate to break it to you but Tom Riddle is Voldemort, mate.” Said Ron.
“She must know that Ronald.” Hermoine said turning to Hadria. “Hadria, I don’t know how to say this to you but Tom Riddle is evil. You mustn’t trust him no matter how friendly he seems.”
Hadria blinked. “But he called Voldemort fugly. Anyone who calls Voldemort fugly is good in my books.”
“He what?!”
Harry began giggling a little hysterically at the mental image of the Tom Riddle from the Chamber of Secrets calling his counterpart fugly.
“You broke him.” Ron said.
Hadria raised her hands in surrender.
“Chaos made me do it.”
Hermione placed her head in her hands.