Hello! Just want to say sorry, I haven't been writing much in the past week, because I'm on vacation! But I finally have this chapter done, sorry it's quite short, but the next will be longer.
Thank you to all the new readers and reviews! Oh my gosh, I was sitting on the beach and I kept getting all these emails of new reviews and stuff, thanks guys! But I couldn't reply… sorry.
Oh well, here's the next chapter! Enjoy!
Chapter 4: House cup tournament
Quirrell lived off coffee, oatmeal and vitamins for the last few weeks before the school year started at Hogwarts. He couldn't sleep a wink, because not a minute would go by without the familiar "Quirrell" followed by whining or moaning from Voldemort's side of his head. They have been planning his return days and nights. Nothing seemed as if it would ever work. They had a few good ideas though, like stealing the Philosopher's Stone or finding a giant monster to put in the Chamber of Secrets. This all sounded full proof to Voldemort, but a bit too risky for Quirrell.
Eventually they came up with something whilst Quirrell was reading a History of Hogwarts text book. "Hey Quirrell…" Voldemort said. Quirrell sighed; he wasn't in the mood for this. "Yes, my lord?" "Did you know… I'm the heir of Salazar Slytherin?" said Voldemort, smugly. Quirrell sighed again, and rubbed his eyes, he was tired. "Really? I didn't know." Quirrell said sarcastically, getting slightly annoyed. Voldemort, ignoring Quirrell's tone, continued "Well… when I was in Hogwarts I got a bit curious about Salazar's past, and I stumbled upon that book you're reading at the moment.
"Did you know, in the first few decades at Hogwarts, they didn't do this House cup pointing thingy, but they did something almost like it." Quirrell closed the book and looked at the cover. He then continued to listen. "They had the House cup tournament, where a champion would be chosen from each house to compete in a series of dangerous tasks. The one champion that completes all these tasks wins eternal glory, obviously, and his or her house then wins the house cup."
Quirrell was now staring out the window at the quidditch field in the distance. "But that sounds awesome! Why don't they do it that way anymore?" he said. Voldemort then said "Oh, uh, well, this one year… a kid... uh... died in the first task, but who the hell cares! He was a Hufflepuff." Voldemort then let out a small evil laugh.
Quirrell looked mortified, but he knew exactly what the Dark lord was implying. "So what you're saying is, that if we find a way to bring back this tradition we could make Potter the champion of his house and make sure he gets−
"KILLED!" Voldemort suddenly blurted out and started to maniacally laugh. "Nooo" said Quirrell, Voldemort stopped laughing, and Quirrell continued. "Remember we need to keep Potter alive so we can kidnap him and use his blood for your return." Voldemort grunted "Alright, well then mabey you should go talk to Dumbledore about this." Voldemort said, "Okay, but what should I say to him?" Quirrell asked. "I don't know, just say you want to bring the tournament back and place it in the curriculum." Voldemort answered. Quirrell stood up and walked to door, he almost forgot his turban. This turban was technically just a long piece of reddish pink material which he draped around his head to hide Voldemort. All though this turban was special, Quirrell received it as a gift all the way from Egypt, and so he always told Voldemort to please not sneeze into the turban.
Quirrell walked to Dumbledore's office. When he came there he was greeted by the large phoenix elevator. He stepped into the elevator, stood between the phoenix's wings and said "Transfigure". The phoenix started turning and Quirrell could feel himself going upwards to the half hidden office. When it came to a stop Quirrell walked out into the office. The office was huge and beautiful. The walls were cluttered with portraits of old dead headmasters. Quirrell stopped at a portrait of a receptionist chewing gum, sitting behind a desk. "Where is Headmaster Dumbledore?" he asked her. She looked up and examined from head to toe over the frame of her purple spectacles.
"He's busy, uh, with stuff, but if it really is urgent, he's in his bedroom." Said the receptionist, she then laid back into her desk chair and continued texting her girlfriends on her cell phone. Quirrell awkwardly walked around the portrait when he started hearing music. The familiar happy tunes from High school Musical. The music was coming from inside Dumbledore's bedroom, separated from the office. When Quirrell entered the room, he saw a sight that he'd never ever be able to erase from is memories.
"NANANANA! NANANANA, YEAAAH! You got the music in meee!" Dumbledore sang along to a pink radio in the corner, holding a purple hair brush as an imaginary mic. "Oh H-Honeydukes..." Quirrell said, gaping at the disturbing sight that greeted him. Dumbledore had a fright seeing Quirrell and quickly stumbled around the room to switch off the radio and hide the hair brush. He then twirled around to look at Quirrell in a cool manly manner and said "Heeey Quirrell, sup dude?" He said, Dumbledore's face was completely red. Quirrell acted as though he hadn't just seen all that. "Good evening headmaster, I'm sorry to disturb your, uh…" His voice trailed off, he couldn't think of anything appropriate to say. Dumbledore thought he should rather start talking. "It's alright, I was done anyway. Let's go back into my office, please."
Quirrell walked to Dumbledore's desk. Next to the desk, in a place of honour, hung a large portrait; a poster. "That is a BOSS Zefron poster!" Quirrell said staring at the poster. Dumbledore then smiled smugly and said "Well, yeah! The best! But that's not why you're here. You wanted to see me?" Quirrell pulled himself away from the poster and gave Voldemort a nice view of it, Quirrell could only just hear Voldy silently whispering "Oh yeah! Zefron! Nice."
Quirrell then spoke "Headmaster, I wanted to discuss the c-curriculum of this year, and I wondered if w-we could bring back t-the House cup tournament…" Dumbledore sat down behind his desk and twirled around on the desk chair, thinking. "How are you gonna fit that into the curriculum if there's only 4 kids in the tournament?" Dumbledore asked a trick question. Quirrell hasn't thought of that, but managed to say something. "Well headmaster, e-either way, would it make a d-difference? I mean, we never work at Hogwarts, a-all we do here is sing and dance!" he said. Dumbledore the started giggling and said "Yeah! You're speaking the truth there! Okay, you can put it back into the curriculum. Hopefully it would make the school year a bit more interesting!"
A big smiled appeared on Quirrell's face. "Thank you headmaster!" he said and turned to leave. "Quirrell, just wait a sec…" Dumbledore stopped him. "What's with the new turban thingy?" Quirrell slowly turned around thinking of a valid answered, but just as he started to explain, Dumbledore said "Whatever, it looks great Quirrell!" Quirrell smiled, nodded at the headmaster, and left.
Halfway to his room he said to Voldemort "Well then it's settled! Potter will compete in the House cup tournament!"