Chapter 7

"Good evening Mr. Potter, I'm so glad to finally meet you. It has been difficult to contact you since you have been staying at Hogwarts. My name is Murtagh I believe you already know who, I was.

Ruben started speaking in Harry's mind "I feel a connection to this man I'm not sure why but I trust him. We should go with him."

"Is it safe to trust him, I mean do you think he's really changed from the guy who killed Eragon?"

"This man is as old as my egg was. He's likely changed hundred's of thousand's of time's since then. We don't have to take any chance's though he knows the ancient language ask him if he mean's us any harm and we will know."

Harry snapping out of his mental conversation with Ruben "Tell us in the ancient language that you mean us no harm and the place you want to take us is really safe."

"As you wish, ~I mean you no harm and I intend to take you to the goblin bank gringotts. I believe you have been there before and there is no safer place in the world for you and you're dragon."~

"Ok, but what about the shade should we try to help and do something about it?"

"What is there that you could do you are to young and you're power's have not developed. Besides I have a team out looking for it as we speak soon they will find it and I will send it back."

Harry pointed back at the castle. "No need to look any further it's back in castle that's why we were running out this way. The professor distracted it so we could get away. It seamed to be especially eager to, kill me"

Yes it likely think's that if it can kill you the magicly binding pack between dragon's and rider's would be broke, it won't but killing's all shade's really know to do. Sort of there fix all. Murtagh kneeled down to talk to the house elf. "Take Mr. Potter and his dragon back to the bank I will be only a few minute's in dealing with this creature." Thank you Harry, god's only know what that old goat getting up to trying to deal with it, best if I go and take care of it we can finish are conversation when I get back there's a lot I want to discuss with you."

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Something was wrong with professor Quirrell, some sort of demonic possession. Dumbledore had never heard of anything like this before except in muggle literature. The face of Voldemort was bulging out of the back of Quirrell head writhing in agony what had Voldemort done. He clearly separated his soul from his body and was know trying to possess someone. Only it clearly had gone wrong something else was in there something dark. Did he bring something from the other side back with him and why was it after Harry.

There was no time to thank on the matter because professor Quirrell lunged for the door trying to escape after Harry.

Dumbledore was pulling his wand out "Hagrid grab him, try to hold him down"

Hagrid snap the smaller man up in to his arm's holding him tightly to his chest. It wasn't working though little professor Quirrell easily freed himself of Hagrid grip. Dumbledore wand finally out he cast a binding spell on the man, it had little effect.

As the other professor poured into the room professor Quirrell sent Hagrid flying through the room smashing the wall between the hospital wing and the outer corridor that the outer professor just came from. Hagrid was clearly not all right his arm was bent out of place and blood was running down his face and broken arm.

Dumbledore springing in to action this situation was clearly worse then he had originally thought. He pushed the other professor out of the way with a wave of his hand. A magical force pushed them back "go, and take Hagrid with you I'll hold him back."

Professor Flitwick put up a protective shield, trying to hold Dumbledore other spell's at bay. Stone and fire cascaded through the air explosive concussions were hammering Flitwick's shield. Professor McGonagall levitated Hagrid body out from the wreckage and in to relative safety.

Dumbledore was tired of underestimating this man. Professor Quirrell was casting wordless and wandless spell's as powerful as any he had ever seen. It reminded him of his fight with Grindelwald only this man was far more capable. Dumbledore dodged his way across the room putting the other professor at his back he had to finish this fast or risk losing. Dumbledore unleashed one of his most powerful spell's he had. The explosion was off the scale's Dumbledore had been saving that spell for Voldemort.

The outer wall to the castle was blown away dust and small bits of stone started to settle around the room. As it did professor Quirrell was still standing there he started to laugh uncontrollably. The laughter coming out of this man's mouth was anything but funny.

"You are weak old man the power of old flows through me."

Hogwarts ward's were failing the school was exposed for the first time since it was founded. What was this creature tom brought back with him. How could it be so strong, how did it bring down the protection ward's, how was Dumbledore going to beat this thing.

The creature inside Quirrell was still laughing at Dumbledore when the air started to shimmer around it. A red blade appeared out of shimmering air and sliced through Quirrell he was split in two ending the fight.

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Harry found himself in comfortable office it was large with arching ceilings and a library of book's covering the outer wall's. It was musty and dust laid heavily over everything it had a feeling of being old.

"Please sir's make yourself's at home and if there anything you will be needing just ask and I'll get it for you" the house elf jester for Ruben to go to the center of the room as the two approached the house elf popped away.

In the center of the room was what looked to Harry a giant litter box full of sand with several large stadium light looming over it. Ruben seeing this step in to the sand tentatively and made his way to the center were the lights shined the most.

"This is a much better place to rest then that old flammable barn."

Ruben was basking in in the heat and sand when a pop drew Harry's attention to the entryway.

I'm glad to see you made yourselves at home Harry would you like to sit and talk with me a bit before you retire for the night?"

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A.N. Harry and Ruben trusted Murtagh really fast and the Quirrell fight ended relatively anticlimactically but this chapter fought me the entire way. Hopefully next chapter goes a lil better, I had to rewrite it a few time's and I'm still not happy with it. Thanks for reading.