Potions Class was pretty boring, Mr. Longbottom taught us the class, and though he knew how to deal with troublesome kids, he seemed to have a bad luck charm that made him prone to have problems or accidents, and his name didn't help. A shame, too, because he was a great wizard, I hear, just preyed on by rough circumstances. That said, there's still nothing really exciting in Potions Class unless there is some explosion or something. Today, nothing was happening, so I turned my bored eyes to the top of the classroom. Across the top of the wall, above the cupboards full of spell books and such was a picture of past Potions Masters. There was a fat, merry man as the most recent before Longbottom, labeled P. Slughorn. After him was a dark haired man looking disappointed, labeled P. Snape. After tha-
BANG!
I looked up in alarm. A cloud of crimson smoke rose up from the cauldron behind Mr. Longbottom. The smoke blew him up into the air and over us, to crash into the wall and slide down. The smoke turned and withered and grew. Most of the students had panicked and ran to the exit, yelling about an explosion. They're idiots. Potions Class is farther away from any other class except Defense Against the Dark Arts. They won't get there in time to tell anyone before the smoke spreads. I ran over to Mr. Longbottom.
"Professor, are you ok?"
He looked up at me, bleeding and bruised, and smiled weakly.
"No... I'm afraid tha... that the smoke is... more than j... just a little fire an... gasoli...ine."
Now that I looked closer, his clothes were smoking where the red smoke had touched. He coughed up blood, then turned back to me, with extreme difficulty.
"This... this was not... of my... doing. Stop... the smoke... and the per...son...responsible. This... this is in... your...hhh...aaaahhh."
He laid down and closed his eyes, his back dissolving and smoking. I turned to the smoke. It was still spreading, and seemed to be forming a shape. A head. The head seemed to be trying to look around, but kept dissipating when it moved. I ran up the the smoke and pointed my wand at it.
"Aquamenti!"
A water-like substance foamed out of my wand and at the head. It evaporated instantly. The smoke began spreading, and it dawned on me that this wasn't rising smoke, but spreading mist. This wouldn't rise up and leave us. It would kill us all. I turned to Lorcan and Lysander, who were watching the mist in a mix of fascination and horror. I turned to them.
"One of you, go to the teachers, tell them about this mist, and tell them that it is spreading and dangerous. The other one, close the doors, I don't want this mist getting outside! Go!"
Lorcan ran out the door to tell a teacher, and Lysander closed the doors behind her and tried to calm the practically hysterical students outside. I ran up to the mist again.
"Aquamenti!"
The mist spread out slowly as the water hit it, but then changed course and compacted again, to show a face unlike anything I had ever seen. The head turned to me, and began speaking in a raspy, cold tone.
"Something about you is familiar... oh yes, you're her son. I see the resemblance. I didn't think she would ever live to have kids... but there you go."
The mist moved rapidly and screeched, I guess this is laughter in mist.
"You're Mother, Father and Uncle would be proud to see me the way I am now, in this pitiful form. Of course, he would want you to see me in my full glory."
The mist formed a body in black robes with a deadly wand and clawed hands. He moved his hands together, but they just dissipated together. He screeched in frustration, and then turned towards me.
"Tell your relatives, the greatest wizard ever to walk the earth is coming to greet him."
He flexed his hands, then turned to me.
"Or maybe, I should tell him myself."
The hands raised, and the mist around his feat began moving towards me, jolting his misty form forward quickly and smoothly. I jumped to the left and ran around, shooting whatever spells I could remember as I ran.
A screeching noise began, he was laughing continuously. He thought this was hilarious. He knew I was doomed, and so did I. The mist could do whatever it wanted, blaze through anything, and I had to run through obstacles. Luckily, I'm fast, and the mist could only move so quickly without spreading too much. However, this would work for about thirty more seconds before the mist would grow too much for me to avoid it. I jumped and shoved things out of my way, shooting spells that had no effect. Twenty seconds. Fifteen.
"I will enjoy killing you, I imagine it will give your uncle something to think about as he waits for me to kill him as well! Oh, revenge is sweet!"
"Unfortunately, revenge is pricey, and you don't got a lot of money."
I turned at the voice. Lysander stood behind Luke, who pointed at the mist.
"Protego!"
A shield appeared around the mist, which began explosively ramming the shield, eating away at it. The mist-man turned to Luke in disbelief.
"Who would dare pick a fight with the Dark Lord? Would you condemn yourself?"
Luke flinched at 'Dark Lord'. Who was this person, and what did he have to do with my dad? Was this the dangerous enemy from years ago? Didn't he die?
The Mist-Man turned to me.
"You do not seem to recognize me, did your parents not tell you about me? That's a shame, they must have known they couldn't keep me a secret forever. Do not worry, you shall soon know my name. Let me show you my trade. I have gotten more powerful since your uncle last defeated me."
He turned and blasted through the shield, and sent his mists after Luke and the Lovegood twins.
"Run!" I yelled. And the retards ran... into the room to help.
The mist targeted Luke first. He started to run the same direction that I had. I saw the mist chasing him. He would have to go faster than I had. I was about to move things out of the way, when he jumped up onto a desk and began jumping from desk to desk. I watched in amazement, and the mist was just as surprised. He jumped on desks, chairs, and even a sign that said CAUTION: Dangerous Chemicals. He picked up a flask or two of dangerous potions mid jump and flung them at the mist. The mist took the bait, encasing the flask and exploding it all over itself. Immediately the mist began to detract from where the flask had exploded. Luke jumped off the burning teachers desk, flipped in the air over the mist (what a show-off), and landed in front of me.
"Potions," he said. "much more potent than your average spell."
And he threw all the remaining potions at the Mist-Man.
