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Needle Fangs by Persephone Kore (PG)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Gen
Length: 2,000 words
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persephone_kore
Author Website: Persephone Kore's Fanfiction.net Profile
Why this must be read:
Before Rowling gave us the details of the Black family tree, fans wondered exactly how Harry was related to Sirius. (In fact, it is still in dispute even with the family tree.) In this story, Persephone Kore imagines Harry's paternal grandmother to be a Black, and an acquaintance or even a friend of the young Tom Marvolo Riddle. Through Ankaa Black Potter's eyes, we see the small needle-fanged snake that was the eleven-year-old Riddle grow and change. But he was always deadly.
Ankaa Black is an interesting narrator in that she does not have a natural revulsion of the Dark Arts that HP readers are accustomed to. She sympathizes with Tom Riddle, even as she dislikes the vulgarity of his methods. She clearly sees that he is dangerous, and she protects herself as any good Slytherin would. She helps him on occasion, and in turn he teaches her a valuable lesson that she would pass on to her eventual son James.
Read this story for a fascinating look at a possible history of the Black and Potter families. Even if it's not strictly canon, the alternate take on events is highly intriguing.
* * *
For many years, the Slug Club convened with one dainty-shelled snail among its members.
Ankaa Black had always been precisely that out of place in the gatherings. A daughter of the House of Black did not need Horace Slughorn's help to garner influence or allies; all of those that really mattered came to her by right. Some she would inherit; some would seek her out. Seeking was for newcomers -- Malfoys, Lestranges, Zabinis, and so forth. Blacks did not have to seek.
This didn't mean, of course, that Blacks could not make themselves easy to find. Slughorn was interested in both old blood and promising new arrivals; he gathered his finds conveniently in one spot and served up good food and stimulating conversation.
Since he asked nicely, Ankaa Potter returned to Hogwarts in the autumn after her wedding to greet her younger friends and meet Slughorn's latest acquisitions. Nott, who had been a darling first-year only months ago and had blushed when she mentioned anticipating the wedding night, had grown over the summer and asked impertinently whether she'd enjoyed herself and Harald as much as expected. (This time it was Scrimgeour who looked rather scandalized.)
Attention drifted from her more swiftly than she had expected, however, and Ankaa discovered that the room was not centered where it had always been before. Professor Slughorn was the usual focus; now he shared it -- with, of all people, a little first-year boy.
A slender little dark-haired first-year mudblood boy, pretending to be unassuming. Yet he reminded her of one of the carvings in her parents' house, of a shining slender snakeling that reared already deadly out of the shards and scraps of its eggshell, so she put her chin on her hand and smiled at him.
He looked surprised for the barest instant. Then he smiled back, and she could see him studying her.
That was her first meeting with Tom Riddle.
Needle Fangs
Pairing: Gen
Length: 2,000 words
Author on LJ:
persephone_koreAuthor Website: Persephone Kore's Fanfiction.net Profile
Why this must be read:
Before Rowling gave us the details of the Black family tree, fans wondered exactly how Harry was related to Sirius. (In fact, it is still in dispute even with the family tree.) In this story, Persephone Kore imagines Harry's paternal grandmother to be a Black, and an acquaintance or even a friend of the young Tom Marvolo Riddle. Through Ankaa Black Potter's eyes, we see the small needle-fanged snake that was the eleven-year-old Riddle grow and change. But he was always deadly.
Ankaa Black is an interesting narrator in that she does not have a natural revulsion of the Dark Arts that HP readers are accustomed to. She sympathizes with Tom Riddle, even as she dislikes the vulgarity of his methods. She clearly sees that he is dangerous, and she protects herself as any good Slytherin would. She helps him on occasion, and in turn he teaches her a valuable lesson that she would pass on to her eventual son James.
Read this story for a fascinating look at a possible history of the Black and Potter families. Even if it's not strictly canon, the alternate take on events is highly intriguing.
* * *
For many years, the Slug Club convened with one dainty-shelled snail among its members.
Ankaa Black had always been precisely that out of place in the gatherings. A daughter of the House of Black did not need Horace Slughorn's help to garner influence or allies; all of those that really mattered came to her by right. Some she would inherit; some would seek her out. Seeking was for newcomers -- Malfoys, Lestranges, Zabinis, and so forth. Blacks did not have to seek.
This didn't mean, of course, that Blacks could not make themselves easy to find. Slughorn was interested in both old blood and promising new arrivals; he gathered his finds conveniently in one spot and served up good food and stimulating conversation.
Since he asked nicely, Ankaa Potter returned to Hogwarts in the autumn after her wedding to greet her younger friends and meet Slughorn's latest acquisitions. Nott, who had been a darling first-year only months ago and had blushed when she mentioned anticipating the wedding night, had grown over the summer and asked impertinently whether she'd enjoyed herself and Harald as much as expected. (This time it was Scrimgeour who looked rather scandalized.)
Attention drifted from her more swiftly than she had expected, however, and Ankaa discovered that the room was not centered where it had always been before. Professor Slughorn was the usual focus; now he shared it -- with, of all people, a little first-year boy.
A slender little dark-haired first-year mudblood boy, pretending to be unassuming. Yet he reminded her of one of the carvings in her parents' house, of a shining slender snakeling that reared already deadly out of the shards and scraps of its eggshell, so she put her chin on her hand and smiled at him.
He looked surprised for the barest instant. Then he smiled back, and she could see him studying her.
That was her first meeting with Tom Riddle.
Needle Fangs