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Chapter 14

In a magically darkened room sat a hunched and quivering figure whimpering every so often. He screamed out in pain as his master took out his frustrations at his current state on him. Silencing wards were the only thing keeping people from hearing his shrieks of agony. A purple turban was discarded on the cold floor of his room, and weak dead eyes gazed out of the back of his head. Lord Voldemort had infiltrated Hogwarts after ten long pain filled years of being nothing more than mist.

The Dark Lord's head protruded from the back of Quirrell's head with a scowl on his disfigured face. Slowly but surely the scowl faded on the Dark Lord's face into a malicious grin, and the man's eyes seemed to glow as he let out an insane cackle that frightened his host.

The child is dead, he thought as his cackles continued growing in volume. Though he was a bit disappointed that he wasn't the one to do it seeing the child as a ghost had been satisfying. The child had had a worse child hood than he had, and with this story coming to light he would gain more followers who were against muggles. The death of the child could be used in his campaign. Muggle haters were more likely to join the dark forces than the muggle loving fool that placed him there. Already Dumbledore had lost weight and looked older than before. The death of the boy had greatly affected the old wizard, and several families had cut all contact with the warlock.

The child of the prophecy was dead and now no one could stand in his way and Dumbledork knew this. He had doomed the world to be run by a Dark Lord and there was nothing he could do about it now. Albus Dumbledore was strong. Yes, unbelievably so, but he was stronger. Lord Voldemort would steal the stone before the old fool knew what hit him.

The servant gasped in pain as his master let out a cackle of mad laughter at the boy's predicament. Yes, he thought, this year will be quite interesting.

A small child the age of six sat huddled in the corner of a classroom filled with children. He watched from a place that protected him from wondering eyes as the professor taught first years. Harry Potter was very interested in the magical world but what this teacher was saying was a snore fest. More than half of the class was already asleep and the class had started not ten minutes ago. Harry had been interested about the fact that a ghost taught this class but he quickly changed his mind after said ghost opened his transparent mouth.

With a muted sigh he fazed through the floor intent to find something else to occupy his time. He glided through walls not paying much mind to those around him and the stares he received. Many classes were in session when he billowed through the walls and many students jumped in fright at his abrupt appearance. He never gave them a second glace and just kept moving on his way.

Most classes were being taught at this time and he froze when he fazed through the wall of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Something wasn't quite right. He had gotten the same feeling the day before when the new professor was introduced and the feeling returned tenfold. In front of the class stood the daft Professor Quirrell with his wand held in a shaking hand. But it wasn't just this one man standing there and Harry could see that. No, there was something sinister inside of the man. A darkness that literally oozed out of the man's head in a thick fog. Harry gazed at the students only to see that they were just bored, as if they couldn't see anything wrong with the stuttering professor.

Harry's eyes narrowed at the possibility that he was the only one to see it and a sneer crept onto his face as he took up a spot in the back of the class. People's eyes flickered to him once in a while but he ignored them in favor of watching the man wearing a purple turban. A tingling sensation spread over his scar when the man looked up at him but a few minutes later.

The man was a horrible teacher but to those who looked closer you could see cracks in his mask. The man's eyes had a fake fear in them but a dark malevolence shone through. Harry could see magic and as such he could both see and feel the strong energy the man constricted. The magic seemed to be muted and held at bay, as if the man was trying to appear weaker than he actually is.

A scowl crossed his features at the man's horrid stuttering and he left before he had to hear anymore of the man's retched voice. He didn't want to lose whatever sanity he still had and fled from the garlic filled room. Some ghosts just wondered the halls at this time of the day so he simply nodded to those he past. All ghost had the right to sit in on classes but only few did for reasons other than to help the students.

As he floated he remembered the effect he had had on the children of Hogwarts and the fear he had installed in them. His appearance alone could make people wet themselves and this thought always amused him. He had made a first year barf onto his friend. Of course he had been chewed out by Helena afterwards but he had hardly listened. The wizarding world had left him to rot at the hands of the Dursley's and they could go sod off for all he cared. He had one friend and that was enough for him.

Luna was a wonderful person and she was quickly growing on him. Her personality always made the haunted look in his eyes lessen for moments in her presence, and her clothes always amused him. Though he knew that the eccentric girl would be targeted by bullies almost constantly, and Harry was determined to protect the girl for as long as possible.

Maybe he'd tell Luna about Professor Quirrell but soon thought better of it. What could a ten year old girl do to help? No, he'd just watch from the shadows as the mystery unwound itself before him. Something was defiantly wrong with Quirrell and Harry Potter was going to keep his eye on him from now on. Nothing is going to harm my Luna, and with that thought Harry Potter fazed through a wall in search of something in the library that could answer his questions about Quirrell.

Okay what do you thing?

And in answer to someone's review; no Harry will not come back to life. I personally feel as if that would ruin the story and I refuse to make poor Neville fight the Dark Lord. I've read those types of stories and that would make Dumbledore mean. I'm a person who loves Neville and Dumbledore and I just can't write that type of fic.

Everybody's reviews have made me really think about where I want to take this story. I want to know if I should make this more like a series, but I don't want to make separate books. I think it would be far better if I compressed the books into one or two stories. Give me your thoughts.

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