Harry sat down in the big, soft, chair in the office of the person named Albus Dumbledore. He wondered if he was just a head or if this time the head would come with a body.
"Hogwarts is big," commented Harry to Mrs. Figg.
"Yes, very big, and its easy to get lost in so you must stay with me," Mrs. Figg said, she was seated in the other chair.
"Hello, Harry, Arabella," Dumbledore stepped in at sat at the desk.
"Why does he call you Arabella?" asked Harry.
"That's my first name," Mrs. Figg said.
"Oh, " responded Harry, "I though it was Mrs."
"Now, we are here to discuss, how shall I put it, recent events? My suggestion to you Arabella, is to keep Harry safe, which means staying here for a while, until Voldemort is, put off track. Meanwhile, the Dursleys have been notified of the situation," Dumbledore said.
"I don't want to stay here," said Harry, with a yawn.
"Alright, Dumbledore. Harry, if we go back, the scary man will come," Arabella said to Harry.
Harry shivered and said, "Okay, lets stay here."
"Use the guest room in the fourth corridor," Dumbledore intructed Arabella.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Professor Snape burst in.
"Hello, Severus," said Dumbledore calmly.
Snape took one look at Arabella and Harry and sputtered to Dumbledore, "What?"
"I shall update you. It seems Voldemort is attempting to reach Harry, using his young age to his advantage. He called Harry on the muggle telephone this evening," Dumbledore told Snape.
"Well," said Snape, looking at the very young Harry, who had know curled up and fallen asleep in his chair, "I suppose a few dungbombs that I found in my classroom aren't very important then."
Dumbledore chuckled, "Not at the moment, Severus. Actaully, I was hoping you would come. I would like you and Arabella to trace that phone call and find Voldemort. He cannot be very strong right now and I only hope we can stop him from rising to power to quickly."
Snape nodded.
"What of Harry?" asked Arabella.
"Madam Pomfrey, I believe, can take care of him for the time being," Dumbledore said, "and I suggest you two be off."
Snape nodded and turned to leave. Arabella followed and Harry and Dumbledore were left in the office.
Dumbledore walked back around his desk, picked up the sleeping Harry and brought him to the Hospital Wing, where Madam Pomfry could take care of him.
***
"Whats the little kid doing here?" asked Charlie Weasley as he came into the Hospital Wing with a broken wrist from Quidditch Practice.
"That little kid is Harry Potter and he is here under very special circumstances," said Madam Pomfry stiffly.
Harry, who was playing with a bed sheet, looked up at Charlie and smiled. Standing up, he wrapped the sheet around him and said in the scariest voice he could find, "I am the Scary Man from the Telephone! Run away!"
Charlie, unsure of what to say, ignored him, and sat down on one of the beds while Madam Pomfrey got her wand to mend his wrist.
"You're not scared?" Harry looked confused.
"Not really," asked Charlie, a little amazed to see Harry Potter sitting there playing Villian. He could even see the scar on his forehead, mostly covered by messy black hair, where Voldemort had attempted to kill him.
"Fine! I am Lordy Voldiemore!!!" yelled Harry and made an ugly face at Charlie.
Charlie gasped and looked at Madam Pomfrey, who apparently hadn't heard Harry. Harry, on the other hand, was grinning.
"I scared you!" he shouted and cackled evilly.
"Um, Madame Pomfrey, is he aloud to do that?" Charlie asked nervouly.
"Do what?" inquired Madame Pomfrey as she finished up his wrist.
"He said You-Know-Who's name," Charlie said, glancing at Harry as if he were a disease.
"Harry!" Madame Pomfrey said sharply, "What have I told you about saying that name?"
Harry looked at his feet and pouted, "Sorry."
"Charlie, you can go now, and not a word of Harry to anyone else!" Madame Pomfrey told Charlie, who looked disappointed at this news.
"Bye!" said Harry as the Infirmary door closed.
Madame Pomfrey sat down and started knitting, while keeping an eye on Harry, who proved that when not with the Dursley's could get in a world of trouble. Harry, being especially quiet, watched while Madame Pomfrey fell asleep and then sneaked out of the Hospital Wing.
"Ooh," he said, looking at the big stone hallways.
Then he started skipping down the hallway to the left, wondering where it would lead him, and knowing very well he might get lost. Suddenly he bumped into a big, black, wavy thing. Looking up it, he found that a head was perched on top of it.
"Hi," said Harry nervously, for he knew he was being bad.
"Who the heck are you?" asked the student.
"Harry," replied Harry, grinning.
"Potter? Blimey, I didn't know he was here! Charlie, Bryan, come 'ere!" shouted the boy.
Charlie Weasley and his friend Bryan Jackson came running around the turn.
"Hey Harry, I though you were supposed to be in the Hospital Wing," Charlie said cheerfully.
"Lordie Voldiemore goes wherever he likes," said Harry darkly.
Bryan exchanged glances with the boy, "Can he do that, David?"
"Dunno," David shrugged.
"He's not aloud too," said Charlie, staring at Harry, to make his point.
"Oops," said Harry, looking at his feet.
"How'd you figure out 'bout 'im anyway?" asked David.
"I saw him in the Hospital Wing when I was getting my wrist fixed," explained Charlie, "and you"-
Charlie had been about to tell Harry to go back when he noticed the little boy wasn't there.
"Where'd 'ee go?" wondered David, looking around.
"We have to find him!" said Bryan, running down the hallway in the direction he thought Harry had gone.
Harry, meanwhile, watched the whole thing from the cuboard he was hiding in. Once the three boys were gone he jumped out and continued on his way. Pushing open a door, five minutes later, he found Mrs. Figg and Snape, preparing to use Floo Powder. Grinning, he watched as Snape stepped into the fire and shouted, "the Figgs!"
Mrs. Figg did the same and after she had left Harry crept over to the bag with floo powder.
"Hmm," he said to himself and tossed the bag into the fire.
It exploded with green flames. Harry smiled and stepped in, gigling when he found it did not hurt him.
"The Figgs!" he shouted and found himself whirling around.
He laughed and smiled, this was fun! Suddenly, he was shoved out and he found himself rolling on the rug in Mrs. Figg's living room. Standing in front of him, but looking the other way, were Snape and Mrs. Figg, holding the telephone.
Being as quiet as possible, and not suceeded well he waited for them to do something. Suddenly, Mrs. Figg disappeared, and right after her, Snape disappeared.
Harry gaped, and struggled over to the spot where they had been standing.
"Mrs. Figg? Snape?" he called out, with no reply.
Suddenly the house looked dark and big and threatening. Harry ran to the chair he always sat in and curled up. Quickly he pulled the blanket over him and huddled there, very scared.
Then there was a great bang at the door and a thud of it falling down. Harry pulled the blanket over his head. There where voices and a bunch of people piled in.
Among them, was the voice from the telepone. Harry started to cry in fear and wished that he were invisible beyond everything.
"It seems deserted," said a voice.
"Search it anyway," said the cold voice everyone called Lord Voldemort.
Someone walked past Harry's chair and a lot of banging noises came from the kitchen.
"Harry? Harry Potter?" asked the cold voice, trying to sound nice.
Harry shivered in his hiding spot. Suddenly, the blanket was pulled away from him and Harry found himself staring at three pairs of cold eyes.
"You did well," said the voice, although it came from none of the men.
Harry looked at them wildly, scared out of his wits. Tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Kill him," ordered Lord Voldemort, was he a ghost?
Then the voice was right next to his ear, whispering, "never thought you'd die so young, did you, Harry?"
Harry didn't answer.
"Say goodbye Harry," the voice whispered.
"Where are you?" Harry managed to croak out.
The voice laughed, high and cold, "I am not strong enough to take on a true form, yet strong enough to speak, and control!"
Harry yelled and jumped up in the chair. He glared at the three men in anger, his hair even more messy then usual.
"Little tyke wants to fight!" laughed one of the men.
"Go away!" shouted Harry, holding his fists ready.
"Kill him!" shouted the voice.
The men pulled out their wands and aimed them at Harry.
"You can't kill me!" yelled Harry, angrily, attempting to punch them.
Suddenly there was a loud meow and cats leaped on the men. Almost six cats to each the scratched and clawed a bit.
They screamed and attempted to throw the cats off, but it was hopeless. Harry laughed and jumped up and down, "Good kitties!"
"Kill the boy!" shouted Lord Voldemort, but no one payed attention.
Harry turned and glared at the place the voice came from.
"You will die!" Voldemort said and Harry felt something cold go through him.
"I won't!" yelled Harry, turning around.
"Oh yes you will," said Voldemort and Harry felt icey, invisibly hands wrapping around his neck.
"Help!!" Harry yelled, trying to fight off a body that wasn't there.
Then there was a his and a tiny snake with glowing yellow eyes came out from under the floorboards and glared at the place Voldemort would be if he had a body.
Harry, for some reason, did not look at the snake but the grip on his neck lessened and Harry heard Voldemort shout in a strange language, "Kill him!"
"Don't!" Harry told the little snake.
The snake hesitated and the hissed again, his eyes glowing.
"Nooo!" Harry heard Voldemort cry, and then he knew that the thing had left completely.
"How'd you do that?" Harry asked the snake.
"I isss a Bassilisssk!" said the snake and disappeared back under the floorboards.
The three men, meanwhile, had long ago ran off, covered in cuts and gashes. Harry looked at all the cats milling about.
"Thanks," he said to them and curled back to sleep on his chair.
And when he woke up, he knew no more then he had the afternoon he had been looking at photos with Mrs. Figg.
