Chapter 29
Harry sat in the back of the potions classroom as the children around them scrambled to brew their potions correctly. The only student not running around like a chicken with their head cut off while the professor barked orders was sitting beside him working with glassy eyes. Luna worked with precise movements as she dropped ingredients in the chunky goo in her cauldron. With each new addition the color changed to the color specified in the open book beside her as Harry read off the steps.
Snape ignored them as they worked quietly together because they worked better than other pairs of students who had been paired together. They seemed to radiate peace in the silence they worked in and contentment oozed out of the usually cold ghost child. After several minutes with the sounds of fires being lit, cauldrons being dragged into place, and ingredients being fetched people settled down to begin. The sounds of knives cutting rhythmically seemed to loll many Ravenclaws into a trance like state where the only thing they could see were their potions.
Harry didn't let himself become distracted though. This class was filled with dangers and as such he always accompanied his Luna. Even though the Ravenclaws seemed to know what they were doing the Hufflepuffs were too frightened of the man teaching to make anything correctly and it usually resulted in some form of injury.
Only Luna's humming broke the silence that always filled the dungeon air.
A teenage Tom Riddle glided on a stolen broom towards a forest in search of what he was missing. A part of him was out there and he was meant to retrieve it. Once he had it he would be whole once more and he could call his followers to him again. One day soon he would finish the job he had started.
A sinister smirk curled his lips.
Deep in the forest of Albania a dark spirit felt an unfamiliar tug on his mind. Something was going to happen and soon.
An explosion rocked the classroom and those inside were covered in a bright pink goo. Luna Lovegood was sprawled on the floor after being shoved under her table by a ghost. None of the goo touched her and she watched as several of the students sporting the goo, made by a sobbing Hufflepuff, started to grow different body parts. Duck feet sprouted from a student's neck and another grew a pig's snout.
Only Harry saw the Potions Master grab his arm in pain as the Dark Mark darkened against his pale skin.
In a foggy clearing stood a handsome young man as runes lit up with magic around the spirit of the Dark Lord. Tom Riddle stood in a separate cycle as magic thrummed through the air. Together the two people who were really the same person started chanting in Latin. One voice was smooth and deep while the other was slightly rough from disuse.
As they chanted the magic in the air became thicker and the power of it killed many living creatures in the vicinity. The magic grew stronger and stronger until it exploded in a bright flash of white light.
With twin screams the Dark Lord was whole once more.
The tell tale pops of Apparition filled the air and black robed figures stepped out from between trees. They wore white masks over their faces but one could distinguish who was who easily enough. When they approached their master they dropped to the ground on their knees and crawled forward to kiss the hem of his robes.
The Dark Lord looked down on them with his new face. Red eyes remained with a snake like nose and pupils adorned his features. Soft looking black waves covered his head.
The Dark Lord has returned.
Albus Dumbledore sat silently in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place as shouts and many sobs filled the air. He had just delivered the news that he knew he would one day have to. The Dark Lord has returned and is gathering his forces for an attack. As soon as Severus' mark had stung he had called the Order together to warn them of the impending war. The Order was beyond panic and was inconsolable. There was nothing he could say that would calm them, so he sat silently and observed those around him.
After quite a long time he stood. No one noticed. He walked towards the cupboards looking for a nice drink and opened one.
It was a dingy House Elf cupboard and the Headmaster wrinkled his nose at the stench of the unoccupied cupboard. He was about to close it when a powerful wave of dark magic washed over him. There was something powerful in here that shouldn't be. Using his wand he cast notice me not charms on himself and the House Elf's bedroom. He waved his wand and shifted through the many rotten things littering the floor.
The feeling of dark magic was getting stronger and time seemed to stand still as he caught sight of a large locket sitting cradled in a small cocoon of blankets. A Horcrux, he thought in wonder and disgust as he gazed down on one of the artifacts he remembered seeing in a memory of an old House Elf.
With trembling fingers he lifted Slytherin's locket into the palm of his hand.
Okay sorry it took so long but I had lots of tests in school. This chapter just didn't want to be written and I started over many times. I'm starting another story soon so my updates are going to be all over the place.
Thank you for reading and those who review.
Any ideas on where Moldy Shorts should attack first? I was thinking he needed to announce his presence in some grand way unlike how he did in the books. I don't want him to hide. He's too sure of himself and proud to hide from the wizarding world for any reason.
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