Magus looked up. "What, Tris, again?"
It was June. For the past 5 months Tris had been insisting Quirrel was the traitor.
Tris stomped her foot. "Magus, damn it, I hear what Ron says and it's Quirrel. He says they're going down tomorrow, Magus. Tomorrow."
Magus nodded. "Then go home, all of you."
Zoe looked shocked. Over the past five months Magus had been warming up to her. "Magus, we gotta stay."
Magus sighed. "Stay with Fluffy then. Tris, Ron is dumb, but he wouldn't have just told you the day. It's tonight. I'll wait at the mirror."
Zoe sighed. "Fine."
Futch nodded. "A.O.K." Over the past 5 months, Futch and Magus had become friends.
Tris nodded.
J.C. chewed a book.
Magus stood. "Go," he said, and the crew went to their positions.
Magus waited for hours, sitting on top of the ceiling beams. Finally, he heard it.
The soft tapping of feet on cement.
Quirrel came walking into the room. He got to the mirror and stopped, stuttering and tapping the glass. Magus smiled. This man would die, trying to find the stone.
Then he heard Harry's voice. He swore under his breath. "Harry, look."
Harry walked in. Quirrel turned and saw him. They had a long conversation with a long victory speech in it, made by Quirrel.
Magus watched as Harry clumsily fought Quirrel. The boy was useless. Finally Quirrel took off his turban and revealed Voldemort.
When Quirrel had Harry on the floor, the face on Quirrel's bald head (Voldemort's, stupid) spotted Magus. "Stop, fool! Look up."
Magus dropped to the floor. "Hi, Daddy, been a bit. What're you doing here? Leave."
Quirrel growled. Voldemort smiled. "This one is old. Maybe I should share a body with you, my son."
Magus recoiled. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"
Quirrel dove on Harry.
As Magus was about to defend his friend, Dumbledore ran in and ripped Quirrel off Harry.
Magus, exhausted and job complete, lay down to sleep.
He awoke in Madam Pomfrey's hospital wing. It was night. He sat up, and two dark, gloved hands grabbed him and tied him up. Magus struggled for his wand as the men pulled him out of his bed, and out the window.
~*~
The great hall year-end feast was a splendid affair. There were streamers, banners, and many things set up in Gryffindor's colours, for they had won the house cup.
The students had a fine feast, and were eager to see the Dragon Riders off.
So why were they in Dumbledore's officer, with an upset older sister?
END
It was June. For the past 5 months Tris had been insisting Quirrel was the traitor.
Tris stomped her foot. "Magus, damn it, I hear what Ron says and it's Quirrel. He says they're going down tomorrow, Magus. Tomorrow."
Magus nodded. "Then go home, all of you."
Zoe looked shocked. Over the past five months Magus had been warming up to her. "Magus, we gotta stay."
Magus sighed. "Stay with Fluffy then. Tris, Ron is dumb, but he wouldn't have just told you the day. It's tonight. I'll wait at the mirror."
Zoe sighed. "Fine."
Futch nodded. "A.O.K." Over the past 5 months, Futch and Magus had become friends.
Tris nodded.
J.C. chewed a book.
Magus stood. "Go," he said, and the crew went to their positions.
Magus waited for hours, sitting on top of the ceiling beams. Finally, he heard it.
The soft tapping of feet on cement.
Quirrel came walking into the room. He got to the mirror and stopped, stuttering and tapping the glass. Magus smiled. This man would die, trying to find the stone.
Then he heard Harry's voice. He swore under his breath. "Harry, look."
Harry walked in. Quirrel turned and saw him. They had a long conversation with a long victory speech in it, made by Quirrel.
Magus watched as Harry clumsily fought Quirrel. The boy was useless. Finally Quirrel took off his turban and revealed Voldemort.
When Quirrel had Harry on the floor, the face on Quirrel's bald head (Voldemort's, stupid) spotted Magus. "Stop, fool! Look up."
Magus dropped to the floor. "Hi, Daddy, been a bit. What're you doing here? Leave."
Quirrel growled. Voldemort smiled. "This one is old. Maybe I should share a body with you, my son."
Magus recoiled. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"
Quirrel dove on Harry.
As Magus was about to defend his friend, Dumbledore ran in and ripped Quirrel off Harry.
Magus, exhausted and job complete, lay down to sleep.
He awoke in Madam Pomfrey's hospital wing. It was night. He sat up, and two dark, gloved hands grabbed him and tied him up. Magus struggled for his wand as the men pulled him out of his bed, and out the window.
~*~
The great hall year-end feast was a splendid affair. There were streamers, banners, and many things set up in Gryffindor's colours, for they had won the house cup.
The students had a fine feast, and were eager to see the Dragon Riders off.
So why were they in Dumbledore's officer, with an upset older sister?
END