AN: Sorry it has taken me so long to update, but a lot has gone on in the realm of real life! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter... I also hope this chapter was worth the extremely long wait, at least somewhat for all those still reading it! Now on with the chapter... :)
"Talk"
'Thoughts'
~Parseltongue~
"Mind communication"
Chapter 7
The Folly of Forks High School; Part 1
After waking up this morning, Harry knew he really didn't want to start going to this horrid muggle School, but he knew if they wanted their plans to work out, then he needed to do this.
At first, he didn't know what to wear but in the end he thought, to hell with it, and dressed himself into his expensive Acromantular black silk pants and shirt, and was about to put on one of his robes, when Fenrir had intervened, pointing out the obvious, that it was a muggle School.
"Ah, Pup?" Fenrir said, smirking in amusement while stopping Harry's movements by grabbing his arms as he slid them into the sleeves of his robe.
"What?" Harry frowned, looking up at Fenrir, puzzled at the Werewolf's actions.
"You're going to a muggle School!" He answered as his smirk grew into his wolf grin that Harry loved so much, although not when the man directed it at him.
"Yes I know that," Harry grumbled sarcastically, "And your point is?" He asked slowly, narrowing his eyes suspiciously, wondering what was so funny that had the damn wolf grinning like that.
"I don't think you'll fit in wearing this!" Fenrir snorted, "And isn't that what your supposed to do?" He questioned rhetorically, slowly pulling the robe off Harry's shoulders and down his arms, as if he was afraid of Harry attacking him.
Harry stopped staring at Fenrir, looked down at himself, and noticed for the first time what he was doing. "Oh, right," he mumbled, "I forgot about that, I'm so use to wearing them every day, I guess it just became habit to put one on after my morning shower." He shrugged, and started laughing quietly to himself at the mental image that flashed through his head when he thought about turning up to a muggle High School in Wizard robes.
"Sometimes I worry about your mental state, Pup!" Fenrir joked, shaking his head with a laugh.
"Yeah well, Azkaban can have that effect on most," Harry stated dramatically, as he turned fully around to look at his wolf, "Maybe if I was a werewolf, I would've been as sane as you." He said, tapping a finger to his chin trying to appear deep in thought, "But then again, you didn't get out all that unscathed either, you crazy bastard!" Harry teased, grinning cheekily up at Fenrir. "Hey!" Harry exclaimed when Fenrir lightly slapped him upside his head.
"Better watch yourself Pup or I may have to punish you!" Fenrir smirked smugly.
"Is that a promise?" Harry asked playfully, "You've already started on my robe; you might as well finish the job!" He purred, raising his eyebrow challengingly, doing his best to hide a smirk.
"After this morning's treatment I gave you, I think you can wait till later, as for now, your gonna be late if you take much longer, so it might be best to put this on!" Fenrir grabbed a long black trench coat, that Harry hadn't noticed before, from the wardrobe and handed it to him.
"Thanks!" Harry said grumpily, sobering up at the knowledge of it getting closer to the time when he actually had to go. He had gotten use to just hanging around the place with Fenrir and training when his tutors came around. Now it was the day for starting a stupid muggle High School.
Just as he finished putting on his Dragon hide boots and stood ready to leave, his father's owl flew over to him and dropped the 'Daily Prophet', seemingly not bothered that it hit him on the head as it fell to the floor, before it took off back the way he came, disappearing in the distance.
Shrugging half-heartedly, Harry picked the paper up from where it landed, in front of his feet. Deciding to take it to school with him to read it there, as he had no time at that very moment, Harry charmed it to look like a British newspaper to everyone elses eyes; and quickly placed it into his rucksack, then grabbing something around his neck, mumbling a word; and disappearing from his room... and Fenrir.
However, as he found himself in a small forest area across from the school, Harry sighed in resignation, looked down at himself, and nodded in approval at the trench coat, that, in his opinion, was the next best thing to a Wizard's robe. It also went well with his black boots.
He had decided, not long after arriving in Forks, that he was not inconveniencing himself travelling by muggle means to school, or walking for that matter. 'Why should I get up earlier just to get to a muggle school on time?' He had asked his father. So therefore chose instead to use the emergency Port-key that he wore around is neck, it was of a large silver wolf with a smaller black wolf, their heads raised and howling at a full silver moon that was above and between both wolves' heads as they sat on either side of it facing towards each other. An emerald snake that had gleaming red eyes, perched on the black wolf's shoulders as it's triangular serpentine head rested on the wolf's black one, which was also looking up towards the moon.
It was a representation of his two Animagus forms and Fenrir's large silver wolf. It quickly became his most favourite item he owned when his father had gifted him with it, after they had found out what his Animagus forms were, and had turned it into an emergency Port-key when it was apparent Harry would never remove it from around his neck, he was always seen wearing it.
Grunting under his breath in displeasure, Harry stepped out from amongst the emerald, and brown walls of the forest that he had just been surrounded by.
Looking out through his messy shoulder length black locks that framed his face, he narrowed his eyes in disgust as his lips formed into a sneer worthy enough to rival any Slytherin, and planting it firmly on his face, as he looked the school over with his cold critical gaze. 'This horrid place has nothing on Hogwarts.' He really did miss his home. This place was just a bunch of ugly looking buildings placed on a block of land, then called a school.
Even though he hated having to do this, he resolved himself to fight with all he is to help his father destroy Dumbledore and all he represents, seizing control of not only Hogwarts, but the Wizarding world along with it, claiming it all for their own, whether the light side liked it or not.
With that thought bringing his spirits up, he placed a confident smirk on his face, and crossed the road, making his way onto the school grounds, walking straight to the small building that was marked as the office. Opening the door and quietly walking towards the lady behind the reception desk. Harry silently handed her the piece of paper the American Ministry had sent to him in order to give to the school with his details, a new name, and his fake school test results upon it.
The ugly plump female with ugly red hair, looked up at him in certain disbelief, absent-mindedly taking the information from his hand, giving his appearance a once over then shaking herself out of her stupor, before looking down at the paper in her hands.
"Pathetic." Voldemort whispered in disgust, as he watched the scene through Harry's eyes. Harry snorted to himself in agreement at the sudden comment, and smiled mysteriously, as the woman looked up at him suspiciously, as though he was keeping a great secret, 'which I am,' he thought, before narrowing his eyes slightly in disapproval as she continued to stare, until she suddenly snapped out of it again, frowning then looking back down. Getting back to what she was suppose to be doing.
"Alright, Mr Slytherin," She said, stumbling over his last name, "here is your timetable, a map of the school so you don't get lost," Harry rolled his eyes at that, 'If I can find my way through an enormous castle, I can certainly find my way through this pitiful place, even if she doesn't know that.' "And this piece of paper needs to be signed by your teachers and handed back to me at the end of the day." She explained, handing Harry said items.
Harry smirked as he took the papers, "Thank you," He rasped quietly, delighting in the shock he could see clearly on her face, he could see his seemingly permanent raspy voice had had an effect on her as she blushed, "You're welcome." She smiled, and Harry could have sworn he heard a slight purr in her voice, fighting his gag reflex, he grimaced, then left the office without another word. 'Pathetic.' He thought, echoing his fathers earlier comment.
He walked through the school car park with a dangerous smirk, and very confident stride, his eyes a cold emerald glow, his entire presence screamed to the staring teenagers he was not someone to fuck with, and he could feel his fathers pleasure mixing with his own at the reaction he was receiving as his demeanour made for a very intimidating picture.
He loved making everyone uncomfortable, and squirm with dread settling in the very cores of their souls. Knowing he could do whatever he wanted, when he wanted, and make them beg for mercy with a flick of his wand, or hand. He loved the power and control that seemed to consume him, drowning him, making his very dark soul purr in unadulterated glee. Almost making him shiver in want and need. He knew what this feeling was. Blood-lust, plain and simple, but very powerful.
He had found he quite enjoyed it.
"You know, it's quite funny that Trix is posing as my mum to this stupid school, seeing she hates muggles too." Harry hissed to Voldemort, in obvious amusement.
"She wasn't happy, but she knows how to do as she's told." Voldemort hissed back, also amused.
"At least she doesn't have to come here though!" Harry remarked, taking another chance to complain about it. He would stop eventually, and they both knew that, but he loved any chance he could get, to annoy his father and remind him what he was doing for the man, and the cause.
"Bella wants to actually, and I'm sure you can guess why?" Voldemort stated, ignoring Harry's comment or at least what it was meant as.
"Well she can help me when I leave this place then, that can be my thanks for being my mum for however long I'm here for, I wonder what it would be like to have her as a mum!" Harry said, and wanted to laugh aloud at the thought.
"Don't go getting any ideas. She's married don't forget." Voldemort said, displeased at Harry's running thoughts.
"I wasn't implying that, and as if that would stop you if you really did want her. I was just merely picturing her with a child and her madness. It certainly would be an interesting childhood, and never boring, but this topic makes me wonder. Who are you interested in, if anyone, I don't even know which way you swing?" Harry more asked than stated.
Harry continued striding through the car-park and towards the lot of ugly buildings, not really caring that everyone was watching him.
"For a start, get your mind out of the gutter, and second, I swing both ways. I'm not interested in any one person, I take who I want, when I want, have my pleasure, then get on with my work, and don't think I've forgotten to get you back for all I've seen with you!" Voldemort hissed smugly.
"Hey, it's not my fault we have to share certain things, but I look forward to it!" Harry snorted under his breath, "And I was just curious."
"Well you know what they say about curiosity!" Voldemort replied, and Harry could hear and feel the smirk in the words.
"You wouldn't do that to me, you love me too much." Harry teased, ignoring the man's snort of amusement, "I got to go, I'm at my first class now!" He finished quickly, and ignored anything else his father said in response to that, as he entered the small room, he couldn't believe was supposed to be a classroom, and spotted a seat in the back.
They would be learning Latin for the first half of the year, then Spanish there after. He didn't care for the Spanish, but knew the Latin would be a piece of cake. He suspected his father had something to do with the choice of subject.
Once he was comfortably seated, he removed a piece of parchment, quill and inkwell from his rucksack, placing the items on his table ready to start, as he waited for the rest of the students to arrive, along with the teacher.
He had found it quite easy to find the classroom, even if he was having a conversation with his father, it made him more aware of how small the place was. It also made him miss Hogwarts even more.
"I didn't think you were actually going to use parchment and quill, instead of what the rest of the students would be using!" Voldemort snorted, thoroughly amused.
"I'm not a muggle and I don't belong here, so I'm not using a muggle pen and paper, I'm a Wizard damn it and they aren't going to stop me using what I always do!" Harry smirked, with a small shrug of his shoulder, and watched the first few teenagers enter the room and look at him in a humorous mix of fear, curiosity, uncertainty, and a look that clearly said they thought he was mental, as they looked from him item's on his desk to his smirking face, and cold emerald eyes.
He could hear them whispering about how weird they thought he was, but he couldn't care less.
The teacher entered when the room was full of students and closed the door behind him. He then asked for quiet as he started writing on the board, seemingly forgetting about the new student in his class. Which suited Harry just fine.
Once the teacher had finished, he turned to see the students copying down what he had just written and Harry saw him start slightly, when his eyes locked with his own green ones. He imagined the sight of him, sitting in the back of his class, watching him, unnerved the man.
"Excuse me, who are you?" The teacher asked cautiously, once he apparently got his thoughts in order.
At this, the rest of the class stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at him, obviously curious about what he would say.
"Don't forget not to say Harry Potter or Harry Slytherin!" Voldemort reminded him.
"Oh shut up! I know what to say." Harry said, with a mental roll of his eyes. Knowing the man wouldn't miss his exasperation.
"Corbin Slytherin, Sir." Harry said calmly, as almost everyone seemed to blink at the same time. He snorted under his breath and noticed a small pixie like girl, with short dark spiky hair, that reminded him somewhat of the spiky haired Witch he fought at the ministry, at the other side of the room, raise an eyebrow at him, and he could tell that she was one of the Vampires his father told him about.
"That one is Alice Cullen." Voldemort commented casually.
Harry made a mental note of what the Vampire was known for to her coven, and raised an eyebrow in challenge, smirking when her other eyebrow shot up to join the first.
"That's an unusual name you have there, Mr Sl-Slytherin?" He stumbled over the name once he came out of his shock, at what Harry figured was from being called 'Sir' by a teenager, knowing from the look of these morons, it never happened otherwise.
"Thank you, an unusual name for an unusual person, I guess." Harry said smoothly with a mysterious smile.
"Right." The teacher smiled uncertainly. "May I ask why you are just sitting there instead of writing what I have there on the board?" He asked as he indicated said board behind him, "and it's questions, or opposites you must also answer in Latin, Mr Slytherin." The man said kindly, but cautiously, not really knowing how to handle this new student.
"I have already finished, Sir." Harry answered casually.
The class gaped, and the teacher blinked at him for a moment before clearing his throat. Harry wondered if it had something to do with his strong British accent. "But you were just sitting there as soon as I turned around, how could you know the answers that quickly?" The teacher asked, shocked.
"I'm rather fluent in Latin Sir, and as soon as I saw the beginning of the question, I knew what it's opposite was and finished moments before you turned around!" Harry smiled, which soon turned to a smirk when some of the girls giggled at him, and some of the guys narrowed their eyes at him, obviously disgruntled about the attention he was receiving from the girls.
"Oh... Well, do you mind if I see it then?" The teacher asked, slowly walking towards him.
"Of course not!" He replied, and moved his parchment to the side of his table for the teacher to take, and realised the man hadn't seen what he was using, too much in shock, he assumed.
"Is this p-parchment you're using, Mr Slytherin?" The teacher questioned, blinking, once again, in astonishment.
"Yes!" Harry answered simply, amused at the reactions he was getting from the muggles.
"It's a bit old fashioned, don't you think?" He ventured, not quite sure what to think of this British teen.
"Yes!" Harry repeated calmly. Now more amused at the fact they don't know the half of why he used parchment over paper, and also feeling Voldemorts amusement at the situation, he also found it humorous at the muggles stumbling over the name 'Slytherin' not to mention, ironic.
The students laughed softly at the teacher's remarks.
"It must be the way they do things in England!" A boy muttered to his friend sitting beside him, loud enough for the rest of the class to hear.
His mate nodded in agreement, "Must be a bit behind the times over there!" His mate answered, causing another bout of soft laughter.
Harry wished briefly that he could comment about the American Wizards using the same thing, but knew he couldn't, so just levelled hard emerald orbs at the boys, his gaze unwavering with something hidden in their depths the boys couldn't decipher, and Harry knew it unnerved them as their grins turned to frowns, and his lips quirked into a satisfied smirk. The teacher, having not witness any of it, as he had picked the parchment up from Harry's desk and examined it, but Harry knew the rest of the class saw the exchange and he felt the atmosphere change dramatically, curiosity and amusement had suddenly changed to wariness, and caution.
Though Harry couldn't care either way, what anyone had, or hadn't seen.
"Well, I must say, I'm impressed that everything here is not only complete, but also correct." The teacher finally said in a mix of pleasure and shock, when he looked back down at Harry, replacing his work on the desk.
"Like I said, I'm rather fluent in Latin." Harry stated once more, simply putting his things away, then taking out the small piece of paper he was to have signed by all the teachers. "Would you please sign this for me, Sir, seeing as though I'm finished my work and your here?" Harry asked, in forced politeness, using the charm he picked up from Voldemort, when the man used it on him to get what he wanted from Harry, as he held the paper out for the teacher to take.
"Certainly, young man!" The teacher, whom Harry still hadn't bothered to find out the name of, replied. He cautiously took the small piece of paper from Harry's hand, as if afraid to touch him, then walked back to his desk, after grabbing a pen, signing it, he then brought it back to Harry.
Harry took it and placed it back into his rucksack without a word, and sat there quietly as he waited for the bell to signal the end of class.
It wasn't that he was looking forward to what ever lesson's awaited him, but he was eager for the torturous day to end, and as far as he was concerned, the sooner the better.
The rest of the morning went in much the same manner, full of scared but curious stares, and Harry had found it quite humorous to find he had been given quite a few nicknames, an old fashioned weirdo, dark and mysterious, handsome but strange, bad boy, and his favourite, 'shifty', as it fit him to a tee, among the many more that he had decided not to acknowledge, after hearing the rest.
He was now in Government, as it was his last class before lunch, and he found it as exceedingly boring as History of Magic with Professor Binns, and couldn't help but lay his head on his folded arms as they rested on the table in front of him, looking mighty comfortable right now, as far as Harry was concerned. 'Why the hell would I care about American politics anyway!' He thought, as he lowered his head down, seeing nothing but the wall next to him in the back of the room, with his rucksack warming his lap. Ignoring the large as a troll Vampire sitting on the other side of him, whom he knew as Emmett thanks to his father, as he tried to coax Harry into chatting with him.
Harry simply wasn't interested, and he could feel himself dosing off.
He was running through the halls of Hogwarts, in the direction of , what he knew would take him to the Astronomy Tower.
He didn't know who he was running from, but knew someone was chasing him, he quickly looked over his shoulder and almost stumbled in shock as his eyes met those of his overweight uncle.
'How the hell did he get into Hogwarts?' He asked himself, 'And what the hell is he chasing me for?' Harry looked ahead of himself, to make he wasn't going to crash into anything, but as he continued to run, he kept briefly looking over his shoulder, as he tried to work this puzzle out. 'Hang on a minute, I killed this fat prick!' Just as this realisation hit him, he gasped in shock, as he carefully watched Vernon morph into Dumbledore.
He couldn't understand what was happening, but he doubled his speed and finally made it to the Astronomy Tower, everything but Dumbledore seeming to be in slow motion.
He realised with dread that he had no escape, no way of getting away, not unless he jumped off the Astronomy Tower. But he wasn't too keen on doing that.
He wished, as he ran up the stairs, that he had his firebolt with him.
He could see the door at the top of the spiral stairwell, as he continued to run and took a chance to glimpse over his shoulder again, but he couldn't see Dumbledore around the curve of the Tower wall, but didn't feel comforted by that as he knew the man was still behind him... chasing him.
He quickly pushed his way through the door and slammed it behind him, stopping momentarily, in shock at seeing his firebolt hovering near the Astronomy Tower's edge, clearly waiting for him, as if in answer to his wish, and coming to his rescue.
Shaking himself out of his stupor, he quickly mounted his broom and took off over the edge speeding away from one of the highest peaks of the castle.
The feelings of relief and elation briefly washed over him, as he sped away in his unexpected escape. His clothes, and hair whipping behind him from the force of the winds as it sent shivers through his body.
Whilst looking over his shoulder, once again, checking if Dumbledore had made it to the top yet, his eyes locked onto cold blue ones. Dumbledore raised his wand at the same time as a smirk lifted the old man's lips, and Harry felt his broom suddenly disappear from under him.
He gasped as he felt his heart and stomach drop inside of him, and could feel his rapid pulse beating in every part of his body as he began to plummet to the ground.
Adrenalin was echoing his heartbeat as it flowed through his veins and all he could do was watch as the grassy green ground below became larger and closer to him at both a fast, yet agonisingly slow pace, and for the life of him, literally, he couldn't remember of the spell needed to save his life.
It was coming ever closer, and he hated that he was about to die, but yet comforted that it was, at the very least, at Hogwarts, his home, and the grass he hoped would swallow him gently like a cloud, but he knew it wouldn't... couldn't.
He was twenty feet away from his death, and he couldn't even close his eyes. He could only watch.
"Harry." Someone hissed distantly at him, and Harry knew no-one could save him as his death was only fifteen feet away.
"Harry!" The hiss, louder this time, echoed in his head, but he knew he was only ten feet to his death now.
"HARRY!" It yelled frantically.
Harry jolted awake, blinking the haze away rapidly, his eyes slowly focusing on a wall in front of him. He started to recognise it, as he slowly remembered where he was, and would've believed he was left alone with the absolute silence hanging in the classroom, if it wasn't for the fact he could feel everyones presence and all eyes on him.
'I must have either snored, tossed in my sleep, or jolted awake with more force than I thought... or all of them!' He thought as he slowly raised his head, half-heartedly focusing on the room and the people in it as the strange dream wouldn't leave his thoughts long enough for him to gather his bearings.
"It felt so real." He hissed to his father, knowing it was he who woke him in time. "Before my death." He said, as if in a trance with a heavy, sluggish feeling all over his body. Like he could feel the pull of gravity so much more now.
"It was just a dream!" Voldemort hissed reassuringly. Sounding, to Harry, that it was more to convince himself as well as Harry.
Just as he was going to reply, the teacher spoke.
"If you find my lesson so boring, Mr Slytherin, than stop wasting mine, and everyone elses time and leave my class." The man said, glaring at him.
Harry grasped his rucksack and stood. "Fine, I will." He answered tersely, and made his way to the front of the room and pass a shocked teacher. 'He must have thought I wouldn't dare answer back, let alone leave.' Harry realised, not caring in the slightest.
He made his way to the cafeteria, even though he was early, and picked the table at the farthest corner of the large square room, taking out his honey chicken the house Elves prepared for him that morning, from his rucksack, somewhat on auto-pilot, as the dream ran through his head on a constant loop.
He wasn't feeling all that hungry at the moment, so decided to answer his father instead.
"You know it was no ordinary dream." Harry hissed.
"I wouldn't worry about it so much if I was you." Harry could tell Voldemort was trying to avoid talking about it.
"I can't just stop worrying about it, when it felt so different from an ordinary dream... so real, you must have felt it too, because you woke me up just in time, and you know I've had dreams in the past that turned out to mean something more than it appears at first glance." Harry hissed, and couldn't hide the shakiness of his thoughts.
He didn't mind showing this kind of weakness to his father, and they could hide nothing of their emotions, even if they wanted to, especially something this strong, and that's how he knew the man was shaken by it as well.
"Of course they were something more, they were visions of what I was doing." Voldemort said, trying to lighten the mood hanging between them, and failing.
"You know that's not true." Harry frowned. "And I'm worried!" He admitted quietly, and Voldemort knew that was only the half of what Harry was truly feeling, but was as close as he was getting, to Harry admitting what he really felt.
"I know." Voldemort hissed softly, "Why don't you get your mind off it for now and read the 'Daily Prophet' I sent to you this morning." He suggested, clearly changing the subject.
Harry thought that over for a brief second as a slow grin crept onto his face, he knew there must be something amusing that his father wanted him to see.
Taking his father's advice, he reached for the charmed newspaper in his rucksack, pulling it out once his fingers curled around it.
Harry unfolded it and immediately found what his father thought was so entertaining.
Harry Potter's Relatives Found Dead
It has recently been brought to the publics attention that Mr Vernon Dursley, Mrs Petunia Dursley, and their sixteen year old son Dudley Dursley, also known to the Magical world as Harry Potter's relatives, have been found dead in the living room of their home at what is still, to most of the Magical community, an unknown location.
It is believed they were found by neighbours, apparently several weeks after they had met their untimely end.
It's been told the neighbours hadn't seen them for a couple of weeks, but had reported they had just thought the family had gone on a summer holiday as they so often did, after their nephew had, to the muggle's of the street, mysteriously disappeared several years earlier. But had thought it very strange, as the family vehicle, also known as a 'car', was still in the driveway.
As the Magical community knows, young Harry Potter was sentenced to Azkaban Prison, and did not mysteriously disappear all those years ago. (More on that, on page 7)
The muggle authorities, also known as 'The Police', were called when no-one had returned and the vehicle hadn't been touched.
It is also believed that Albus Dumbledore became aware of this when an Auror, on apparently 'occasional' watch of the residence in the hopes that Mr Potter would come by, happened to be there when the 'Police' arrived. Unfortunately he was unable to arrive before the muggles were already alerted.
We know Professor Dumbledore couldn't find out the cause of death without causing suspicion to the Magical world by the muggles, until they had conducted their investigation.
Apparently Albus Dumbledore convinced the muggles he was a relative and identified them as the Dursley's.
After an examination of the bodies, by what the muggles call an autopsy, they had not been able to identify the cause of death. Although they believe the son was attacked by some form of animal.
Apparently, once the bodies were released to the only known family, Albus Dumbledore, the elderly Wizard, along with the Ministry Of Magic, conducted their own investigation, and examination of the body.
It is now known that Mr Dursley was killed by the Unforgivable Killing Curse, as the poor Mrs Dursley was killed from extreme exposure to the Cruciatus Curse, and even more gruesome, was the death of their only son, Dudley Dursley, who was killed by what appears to be, a werewolf attack.
The only werewolf known to us that would have cause for such a thing; who conveniently escaped Azkaban along with the three Lestrange's; Fenrir Greyback, as it is now starting to look as though he went there looking for Harry Potter, we can only be grateful Mr Potter was not present at the time, and can only wonder if he went there alone and of his own volition, or sent by someone else.
It is with great horror, my dear readers, that maybe we should now consider the whispered rumours of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has truly returned, and once again is bringing terror to not only our world, but the muggle world too.
If you have any information, please go to the Ministry Of Magic, or contact the 'Daily Prophet.'
Written by the one and only
Rita Skeeter
Harry was sporting a rather sinister smirk by the end, and placed the paper on the table in front of him, and only now realised he wasn't alone, but the entire student body had entered the cafeteria and kept glancing over at him.
Looking around, he noticed a group of what seemed to be, pissed, Vampires. Even though it was hard for most people to tell, Harry was not most people, and he could definitely tell.
He figured he must have chosen to sit at their usual table as he had done nothing else to them as of yet, to warrant such a look, and seeing as though the table was in the far corner, the perfect spot for them to go as unnoticed as a group like them could, and especially as they now had to sit closer to the other students, and looking quite uncomfortable doing so.
'Oh well, I don't care either way.' He thought.
Every-ones expression had changed from curiosity, as he had read from a British newspaper, to that of fear as he continued to smirk gleefully as his unnerving gaze locked with each and every one of them briefly before moving on to the next person.
The non humans, however, continued to glare at him, but the look in their eyes told Harry, they didn't know what to make of him, and at that thought his smirk widened. Concealing the mild surprise he felt when he saw a human teenage girl sharing their table and sitting rather close to the messy bronzed haired Vampire.
"You didn't tell me there was a muggle girl with the Vampires!" Harry hissed, turning away from the group.
"There wasn't, the last I knew." Voldemort answered, almost as surprised as Harry had been.
"Oh well, whatever." Harry said simply, looking back down at the 'Daily Prophet' on the table and picking it up. "I thought Fudge would've come forth and told the Wizarding world you were back, after seeing you at the Ministry Of Magic last month, not to mention me also before we disapperated!" Harry commented as he stared into space and concentrated on their conversation, ignoring the lingering looks shot his way by mostly everyone.
"I think Dumbledore would have more control over him now that it was shown to the fool, Dumbledore had been right that I was back all along. He's more than likely told him not to tell the public about you or has convinced Fudge you were taken, not of your own free will. I'd say he has it in his head; from some sort of hope he probably still harbours, that he can control you, and wants to either convince you, or make you switch sides." Voldemort answered.
"Never gonna happen, but that doesn't explain why your return hasn't been made public!" Harry mentally frowned, while outwardly still staring unseeingly into space. Blinking occasionally, being the only movement he made.
"He will soon enough, he knows Fudge will be kicked out of office and doesn't want that in case the next Minister isn't easily controlled, and is worried that it would be harder for the light, if complications should arise within the Ministry Of Magic. I believe he will do all he can to not let that happen, and make sure to work their way around it. Fudge being the power hungry fool he is will go along with it, even though they both know, if they can't work around it they are making it worse on Fudge the longer they keep it hidden. But Dumbledore doesn't care about that, it's all for the greater good, and Fudge is helpless." Voldemort explained.
"I think your right, that does make a lot of sense when you put it like that, and knowing those two fools!" Harry agreed.
"Of course I'm right." Voldemort hissed smugly. "And whilst they are keeping the knowledge of my return hidden, I will make the Wizarding world see for themselves that their Lord is now back and will stop at nothing to get what he wants." He hissed, pleased.
"So that means you will get all the fun, action and destruction, while I have to sit in a stuffy school with a bunch of bloody muggle idiots almost everyday for who knows how long and babysit your Horcrux." Harry complained again, knowing his occlumency shields were protecting his thoughts and inner conversation from prying minds; or mind, he noticed with satisfaction as the mind reading Vampire by the name of Edward Cullen looked rather annoyed if you knew what you were looking at.
"You can join in sometimes, if it falls into the same time as your free time, after all, we have to take into consideration the time difference." Voldemort hissed in amusement.
"Well that's good to know." Replied Harry sarcastically, but still happy with the thought of being able to cause some the chaos in Britain, when the time came at least. "So what are you doing now? Shouldn't you be asleep now or something?" Harry asked.
"It's not that late here." Harry could feel the man shake his head in exasperation. "And I'm planning to set the Dementer's loose in muggle London for a while, as they have all left Azkaban completely now." Voldemort replied, and Harry could feel his smirk.
"I thought they already had?" Harry asked, surprised.
"Most of them had, they decided not to leave all at the same time, but now they have all gathered here and are waiting on me to set them loose." Voldemort explained.
"When did this happen?"
"A couple of days ago!" Voldemort said calmly. "You better start eating before you have to return to your classes." Voldemort reminded him.
"Hm? Oh... right." Harry said, as he placed some of his attention down at his food and started to eat. His lunch still warm from the heating charm placed upon it by the house elves. "So when are you planning to let them out to play?" Harry asked, smirking around his fork, noticing how people had exchanged looks among themselves at his meal, when they saw what it was. "Honestly, you would think they had better things to do, I hate nosy people!" He hissed annoyed.
"Your the new oddity in the small town, of course their going to be nosy, and as for your question; I'll be setting them out tomorrow, so be expecting a regular delivery of the 'Daily Prophet'." Smirked Voldemort.
"I look forward to it... and by the way, who you calling 'oddity?'" Harry raised a mental eyebrow as he casually ate his lunch.
"How many teenagers do you know at that muggle school, or any muggle school for that matter, that use parchment over paper?" Chuckled Voldemort.
"Yeah, true!" Harry shrugged. "But I don't know any muggle teenagers, and prefer to keep it that way thanks!" He sneered in disgust, this time outwardly, and satisfyingly scaring the other students in the somewhat large room.
"I know, and I would never force you to, in fact if you ever befriended a muggle I'd have to kill them." Hissed Voldemort, also sneering.
Just then the bell signalled the end of lunch. Harry picked up his left over food and placed it back into his rucksack, along with the 'Daily Prophet' then stood from his seat. Straightening his trench coat and leaving the room, his coat billowing out behind him. Knowing he would be putting Snape to shame, if only the man could see.
"Off to Biology class now. Have fun!" He hissed sarcastically, as he felt Voldemort shake his head mirthfully, not only at his comment, but also his thoughts about Snape.
Harry could also feel the man's relief and knew it was because the man knew he was trying to put his worrying dream out of his mind, for now, and wait and see what it really meant. For they both knew it meant something, and something important, but seeing as though he wasn't at Hogwarts right now, they would worry about it later.
A/N: Sorry it took me forever to get this up, but I'm in the process of moving from one state to another, it's a lot of organising involved, it's also a pain in the … Well anyway, I know this chapter is a bit forced and I'm sorry for that, it's been so long and I forget what I've already written, I haven't had the time to check the other chapters, before posting this one either. So when I get the chance I will do just that, and then fix this one, if need be, which I'm sure it will! I just wanted to hurry up and get this out there, but I hope the mistakes and problems aren't too bad... And I hope you still enjoy this chapter anyway, so please Review... :) Take Care everyone, and I'll get the next chapter up ASAP... I hope you are still interested in reading this story....