And here we have my first legit Sequel

Welcome back to Lumox, this time for :Wrath instead of :Pride

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Madam Pomfrey was rather upset that so many people were in her Infirmary, but all things considered, it was kind of necessary.

Harry was sitting on one of the beds, and across from him, Severus Snape was using a pair of muggle tweezers and a muggle dissection knife to extract small shards of a broken coffee mug from Harry's right hand.

Around the two were Albus Dumbledore, Minister Cornelius Fudge, three aurors, Lucius Malfoy and Minerva McGonagall.

"We have examined the body," said Auror Shackelbolt, pausing when Harry let out a small sob, "yet have found none of the trace that you spoke of, sir."

"That is quite alright," Dumbledore lied, frowning. "It may not have been Harry after all. Many of the children have similar magical signatures until they turn about thirteen, and the spell used was truly quite advanced."

"We can't simply do nothing, though!" exclaimed the Minister. "A child died on your grounds, Dumbledore, and the culprit hasn't been caught!"

"Uh," interrupted Harry. "Actually, according to Death, he's not actually dead. She hadn't recieved his soul."

"Death? She?" asked another Auror.

"Yeah," Harry said. "On Halloween, I left the grounds and recieved the last of the three Deathly Hallows and united them, making me the Master of Death. She's been haunting me ever since. Only I can see her, though."

"The last of the what? Master of WHAT?" said the Minister again.

He cocked his head to the side, "My mistake, apparently that's another thing she lied to me about."

With a small whoof of black smoke, into view came Death.

The adults in the room - minus Severus - drew their wands and pointed them at the phantom.

"She says hi, by the way." Harry said, scowling.

Severus sighed and cut open a little more of Harry's palm to dig out a deep shard.

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Tom was sick to death of these stupid wizards and witches babying him. He most certainly did not have Amnesia, thank you very much.

Yeah, he remembered Death's deal. It went something along the lines of, "If [A horcrux] gets destroyed, I'll take what you gathered, give you your soul back, and shove you back to where you were taken from just as you left it. If you collect all of them, and I'm sure it'll take a while, then you can either stay in that time zone, or come chill on Death Isle with me. I'd exchange Voldy's repaired soul for yours, and send Voldy back to where you were taken from."

However, something here didn't quite add up.

Shove you back to where you were taken from just as you left it. That meant that he should be angrily walking down the road at age almost-five right now. So why was he at Hogwarts?

It would almost be weird now, he thought, trying to readjust to this time period, when he grew up in the other one.

He frowned. He missed Harry.

He doubted that Harry could make his way to his time period now, anyways.

And when the hell did he get another soul piece?

Where was Voldemort? He got one shard but lost the important piece. The others could technically talk, but because the main shard wasn't there, their sentences were disjointed and they gave him a headache.

And, on top of that, he had to return to the orphanage for summer.

A summer that was two months away.

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A formal trial for the murder of "Tom Salazar Riddle III" would be held the minute that the school year ended. He was to go to Dumbledore's office where they would then floo to the Ministry and Harry - as well as Dumbledore - would be tried infront of the whole ministry.

Dumbledore here had a problem. Dead bodies don't accept polyjuice, even polyjuice that used blood instead of hair.

Death also said that the planning for her ritual was going well, and it should be done by Christmas of third year.

Harry then promptly told her that it was not bloody good enough.

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Meanwhile, at a graveyard in Godric's Hallow, a werewolf kneeled by the grave of his best friend.

"Hey, James," the wolf whispered, smiling sadly. "I'm sorry I can't tell you what the cub is up to. He's at school right now and I can't even say what house he's in." He laughed weakly. "I was asked to teach there next year, so I'll be able to tell you. You always said that I'd be a good teacher..."

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Hooray, sequel.