The island
Harry woke up in a bed in a completely gold room. He got up out of it and looked around. He saw that the room was made of solid gold. He looked around and saw a bathroom to his right and an opening to a balcony on his right. He walked out to the balcony and gasped. All he could see was water around the island. He wondered what the hell this place was. Suddenly he heard a door opening behind him. He turned around and gasped. Through the door looking at him was none other than Quirinus Quirrell. The last time he had seen Quirrell was when Voldemort was sticking out the back of his head. Harry immediately panicked and searched for him wand.
"No need to do that Harry." Quirrell said holding his wand up in his hand. "This is the wand you fought Voldemort with isn't it. It be the one that saved your life, I take it last year in the graveyard. Elisabeth told me." Quirrell said.
"Who's Elisabeth and where am I" Harry said backing away from Quirrell.
"I'm so glad you asked that, Harry. Let me just get all the normal facts out of the way before I answer only one of your questions. To be frank, you are Harry Potter, son of James and Lily Potter, Sirius who has just died is your godfather, Peter Pettigrew betrayed your parents and helped Voldemort rise again. He also owes you a life debt as does Severus Snape. Your current friends are Ronald Weasley and the replic-I mean muggleborn Hermione Granger. Now as to answer only one of your questions, this is my island home that Elisabeth graced me with. She liked me enough as her servant to turn my house into solid gold. She rescued me from a coma that I had been in. I won't tell you who she is. She'll tell you when she meets with you tomorrow. She did give you the nice quest room so that should give you a inkling of how much she loves you." Quirrell said smiling
"Oh, no, I've been taken hostage by Ginny Weasly haven't I, I never did believe she got over me." Harry said.
Quirrell burst out laughing. "From what I've heard she might just try that, my friend, but no, Elisabeth Drake is not Ginny Weasly."
Suddenly something clicked in Harry's mind about Quirrell. "You're supposed to be dead." Harry said.
Quirrell's smile fell and was replaced by a look of anger. "No doubt that's what the Master Manipulator told you, he had me shipped to St. Mungoes because of my Voldy-induced coma. I woke up from it last July thanks to Elisabeth; she really is the embodiment of love." Quirrell said smiling. "I act as a loyal servant to her because if it weren't for her, I would be dead by now."
"So Dumbledore lied to me." Harry said.
"Yes" Quirrell said.
"Wait a minute; give me one good reason why I should believe you." Harry said.
For an answer, Quirrell gave Harry his wand back. "What time does Elisabeth arrive?" Harry asked.
"Tomorrow morning." Quirrell said. "You can explore the mansion or shall I say castle until I she gets here. Oh and somebody else is here, someone you know. No doubt you'll find her on your search." Quirrell said and with that he left.
For the next few hours Harry explored the castle. He found room upon room of books, some on light magic, some on dark magic, and some on green magic. He searched the castle until he found the kitchen. He made his way inside and found out something. This castle had both magic and technology working together as there was a toaster and refrigerator in the kitchen. He went to the fridge and got some pie and sat down to eat it when someone across from him spoke.
"Quirrell makes good pie doesn't he, Harry." Harry looked up at the girl as the disillusionment charm came off her. Harry was dumbstruck hadn't he just left her in the department of Mysteries.
"You" He said.
