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A/N: This is the third chapter to The Scar Still Burns.

The Scar Sill Burns

Super Crash

Chapter 3: He's Here

"Mr. Potter, I have a question." Elddir's red eyes gleamed. "Have you been hearing voices in your head?"

"How did you know?"

"Harry Potter. My name is Mot Elddir. Now spell that backwards," Elddir said.

Harry thought for a second and then said, "That spells Tom Riddle! But wait, you can't be him!"

"Oh but I am, Harry." Riddle's voice turned high and cold. "Don't let the secret out, Harry. If you do, I will make you suffer. Not by harming you, but by killing you friends, one by one. You may go to your next class now."

How can he be that calm? He just let me out of classroom. He didn't start a fight or use a curse on me. All he did was talk. Why did he do that? I don't understand. Harry thought about this all through the corridors as he walked to History of Magic.

When he reached the class, Professor Binns said in a boring voice, "Mr. Potter, why are you late?"

"Professor Elldir wanted to keep me after class Professor. Sorry." Harry sat down next to Ron.

As Professor Binns started to talk, the class fell asleep. Professor Binns was the only ghost teacher. He had been sleeping in front of the fire, and when he woke up, he just left his body.

Since school had started on a Friday, when this day ended, Harry knew that the next day he would have Quidditch practice.

That night, Harry laid awake thinking about what to do about Voldemort being here at Hogwarts. He thought about going to Dumbledore and telling him, but then he remembered the consequences. That's it! Harry thought. I'm going to tell Dumbledore. If I don't, Voldemort could do anything. Harry got up out of bed and left the Gryffindor common room. He left through the portrait of the Fat Lady.

Harry arrived at Dumbledore's room and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Harry heard from Dumbledore's voice from inside the room.

"It's Harry Potter."

"Come in, Harry."

Harry walked in the room and looked around. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk. Next to him was the phoenix, Fawkes, and on a chair was the Sorting Hat.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Dumbledore asked looking up from his papers.

"Well Professor, I know that... Well, there's this person here that's, really bad. I mean he's probably the worst person ever. And he threatened that if I told anyone that he would kill my friends. The only thing is that, I knew that I could tell you," Harry said talking faster then he ever had.

"I see, and who is this bad person?" Dumbledore asked pearing at Harry through his eyeglasses.

"Well, his name is," Harry paused. "His name is, Mot Elddir. I know it may seem weird, but if you spell that backwards, it's Tom Riddle. And you do know that Tom Riddle is Voldemort. Not that I don't trust that you knew who you were hiring, it's just that-"

"I know, Harry. I knew that Elddir was Voldemort the entire time. I hired him because I knew that, here, he wouldn't dare hurt anyone. You see, Voldemort is afraid of me. And because of that, I knew that Voldemort would not hurt you if he were in the same place as me. Don't worry, Harry, if he makes anymore threats, or actually does something, come and tell me. Now go to your dormitory. And if anyone asks why you're out of bed, tell them that you had to discuss something with me."

Harry walked to his dorm thinking about what Dumbledore had said. He knew that Dumbledore would protect the school, but he couldn't help but worry. While he was walking, Harry crashed into Elddir, the one person he didn't want to bump into.

"Mr. Potter, would you like to explain why you are out of bed?" Elldir's eyes stared at Harry.

"I- I w- was just t- talking to Professor D- Dumbledore."

"About the fact that I am Voldemort maybe."

"No, no, why would I do that," Harry replied now sweating.

"Really, is that so," Elddir stopped talking and stared at Harry for a minute. "Your mind says that you were. Don't looked so surprised, Harry. Oh, wait, you didn't know that I could read minds. I'm sorry for not telling you. But of course you do remember our little deal, don't you? If you tell, I kill. Although, since Dumbledore already knew, I won't kill your friends. Now, please go up to your dorm." At that, Elddir left.

The next morning Harry was woken up early by all of the boys on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"Harry, come on, you're the captain of the team. Our first game is in a week against the Slytherin team. Wake UP!!!!!" Fred yelled into Harry's ear.

"WHAT!!! Everyone get your brooms! Come on, out onto the field!" Harry ordered.

Since Oliver Wood had left Hogwarts, Ron had come onto the Quidditch team.

"Fred, George release the Bludgers! Ron, go to the hoops! Katie, Angelina, and Alicia get the Quaffle and start shooting on Ron! I'll let the Snitch out and try to catch it! Everyone got their positions? Good! Let's get started!" Harry shouted.

They practice as often as they could until the first game came around.

"Okay everyone. I know that you've probably heard this speech from Wood about a hundred time but, I want you to know that whatever the out come, you guys are the greatest Quidditch team ever. Now let's go kick some butt!" Harry called.

The Gryffidors came out onto the field. As the game took way Ron started getting hit by Bludgers every five minutes. The Quaffle and the Snitch even hit him one time. Harry looked into the stadium and saw Elddir with his wand out pointing it at Ron.

Just then, Ron got hit by both Bludgers at once and passed out on his broom.