Harry Potter and the Missing Piece- part 21
The two raced through hallways and through corridors, up
staircases and in secret passes, and finally to Dumbledore's office.
"Sir, I think Voldemort has a spy in Slytherin," said
Harry, out of breath.
"A spy?" asked Dumbledore, waiting to hear more.
"Yeah, I had a dream… he had… a faithful servant! A 3rd year, in Slytherin!" said
Harry, full of energy.
"Now, you're sure," said Dumbledore, reaching for his
wand.
"Positive," said Harry.
"Well,
we shall be keeping an extra eye out for this child. I imagine he knows nothing
of his connection to Voldemort, but it still can be no good. Natalie, no one
knows that you are to help defeat the dark lord. If you hear anything, report
it immediately. You two may go," said Dumbledore, seeing them to the door.
* * *
William Drilde was a 3rd year student. He
never had many friends, he was too powerful, and there was a good reason for
that. He wasn't completely human. He had been created by a powerful spell, a
few weeks before the Dark Lord's fall. He had been created to serve the Dark
Lord, if he was needed. He knew nothing of this, of course. He mostly kept to
himself. He never had a family or anything.
He was never very interested in the dark arts. He didn't like the idea of killing people for fun. He
longed to be in Gryffindor, but knew better than to say so. So, he joined the
Slytherins' tauntings of the Gryffindors.
The Slytherins themselves were unbearable to him. All
they were talking about was Voldemort, and the ones with Deatheaters as parents
were respected above all.
He felt bad for Professor Snape. He was a deatheater, but William felt he was
only a spy working for Dumbledore.
"Ahh, if only I could help," he thought one day in the
library. Just then, famous Harry Potter walked in.
"Harry, can I talk to you? He asked, hoping Harry
wouldn't say no.
"Er, alright," said Harry, searching him.