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POV of You-know-who
Being the kind of person he was, Voldemort had decided to disguise himself as the filthy muggle he found in the school instead of revealing his true identity. After all, the screaming lump in front of him had managed to escape him for once with his unusual yet magnificent power, and somehow defeated his deatheaters into unconsciousness. He didn't want to imagine the consequences if he entered in his normal shape. The boy was probably working up another great attack against him right now while disguising it with his screaming- this one would definitely take a lot to convince him to join his side.
"Quiet!" he bellowed, sounding furious. It was actually just a diversion to try to break the boy's concentration for whatever spell he might have been seeking to do.
The boy immediately stopped, although his mouth was still agape. He saw Dudley stay in that position for a moment; then his eyes darted to something behind him. Voldemort turned and ducked automatically.
BACK TO POV of Dudley
Dudley, as if in a trance, had formed a slow-motion picture of his teacher turning, and then narrowly missing his Smelting stick. He waited silently for his math teacher to react to the flying object.
Surprisingly, his teacher was unusually calm.
He sneered, "Well, my friend, we meet again".
Dudley blinked in shock. Since when did his teacher sneer? Didn't he even see the floating stick at all?
But his teacher didn't seem to notice his confusion.
"I will admit, you are much better than I have ever imagined you to be. Harry Potter's powers will definitely not be a match for you."
'Oh no!' Dudley thought. 'My teacher- he knows Harry- nobody knows about Harry's dangerous abilities- which means-' Dudley had to think for another second before realizing, 'my teacher's a one of those freaks!'
Voldemort had continued talking, clearly unaware of the change of attitude Dudley had towards his so-called "math teacher".
"Boy, I am offering you a chance to become of service to me. Together-"
"No, I am NEVER again going to let you turn me into a pig ag-"
"This is your chance in a lifetime for-"
"All this time I've been thinking of you as-"
"I'm warning-"
"a normal teacher, but instead you betr-"
"NEVER TRY TO GET ME TO LOSE MY PATIENCE, MUDBL-"
Too late. The stick had inevitably risen, and soon a very flustered-looking Voldemort was lying on the floor, as were the rest of his death eaters who had joined him on this disastrous adventure.
Dudley stared. There. Even though he knew (from his parents' personal experiences) the number of dangers he could expect from anything magical at that moment, he still felt a little gratitude for the stick for saving him so many times, and absently whispered a feeble "thank you".
(A/N- What year do you think this should take place in? Right after Goble of Fire, in their first year, or the beginning of Harry's third year? What do you think?)
POV of You-know-who
Being the kind of person he was, Voldemort had decided to disguise himself as the filthy muggle he found in the school instead of revealing his true identity. After all, the screaming lump in front of him had managed to escape him for once with his unusual yet magnificent power, and somehow defeated his deatheaters into unconsciousness. He didn't want to imagine the consequences if he entered in his normal shape. The boy was probably working up another great attack against him right now while disguising it with his screaming- this one would definitely take a lot to convince him to join his side.
"Quiet!" he bellowed, sounding furious. It was actually just a diversion to try to break the boy's concentration for whatever spell he might have been seeking to do.
The boy immediately stopped, although his mouth was still agape. He saw Dudley stay in that position for a moment; then his eyes darted to something behind him. Voldemort turned and ducked automatically.
BACK TO POV of Dudley
Dudley, as if in a trance, had formed a slow-motion picture of his teacher turning, and then narrowly missing his Smelting stick. He waited silently for his math teacher to react to the flying object.
Surprisingly, his teacher was unusually calm.
He sneered, "Well, my friend, we meet again".
Dudley blinked in shock. Since when did his teacher sneer? Didn't he even see the floating stick at all?
But his teacher didn't seem to notice his confusion.
"I will admit, you are much better than I have ever imagined you to be. Harry Potter's powers will definitely not be a match for you."
'Oh no!' Dudley thought. 'My teacher- he knows Harry- nobody knows about Harry's dangerous abilities- which means-' Dudley had to think for another second before realizing, 'my teacher's a one of those freaks!'
Voldemort had continued talking, clearly unaware of the change of attitude Dudley had towards his so-called "math teacher".
"Boy, I am offering you a chance to become of service to me. Together-"
"No, I am NEVER again going to let you turn me into a pig ag-"
"This is your chance in a lifetime for-"
"All this time I've been thinking of you as-"
"I'm warning-"
"a normal teacher, but instead you betr-"
"NEVER TRY TO GET ME TO LOSE MY PATIENCE, MUDBL-"
Too late. The stick had inevitably risen, and soon a very flustered-looking Voldemort was lying on the floor, as were the rest of his death eaters who had joined him on this disastrous adventure.
Dudley stared. There. Even though he knew (from his parents' personal experiences) the number of dangers he could expect from anything magical at that moment, he still felt a little gratitude for the stick for saving him so many times, and absently whispered a feeble "thank you".
(A/N- What year do you think this should take place in? Right after Goble of Fire, in their first year, or the beginning of Harry's third year? What do you think?)
