A/N: All right, part four is up. Harry threatened to be exiled, Hagrid, Maxime and Snape's gone and three new… well two new one old teacher, Kettleburn come to Hogwarts. Enjoy.
The Return Of Lord Voldemort Part 4
Harry shut his eyes tight. There was a light shining through his eyelids. He groaned and pulled the covers over him. Ron stood above him, annoyed. His hands were on his hips and he wore a scowl on his face. "Harry! Come on! We're gonna be late!"
Harry moaned in response. Ron sighed. "HARRY POTTER! GET UP RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" he yelled. "Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry mumbled half-asleep. Ron clapped his hand to his mouth in horror. "Oh my god, Harry!" he said, trying to stifle his laughter.
Harry, now fully awake, realized what he had called Ron and started giggling. Soon, the two of them were laughing and Harry got up and changed and they left for the Great Hall.
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Hermoine and Relana were having breakfast when Harry and Ron walked in. "Relana!" Ron exclaimed. "What are you doing here? The Ravenclaw table is over there!" Relana rolled her eyes and said "Forget it Ron. Hermoine couldn't get me outta here, you're not gonna make me move. Besides, that Ravenclaw table is so inaccurate. Rowena Ravenclaw preferred red herself, but Godric got dibs on it first. So, Rowena had to settle for her second favorite color instead. Blue. But now I'm getting the red for once. Just for today. Deal with it." She said, ending the argument. Harry rolled his eyes as he sat down between Ron and Hermoine and said "Perfect. It's Hermoine all over again. Only this time, a Ravenclaw." Relana seemed to have ignored him and continued "Did you know that Godric and Rowena were dating, by the way?"
Hermoine on the other hand chose not to ignore Harry and smacked his arm.
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Professor Luna was a wonderful relief from Professor Snape. Dainty with good comments for everyone, she didn't favor anyone Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or Slaytherin.
Professor Kettleburn was quite a good teacher. He knew a lot about the Magical Creatures. This lesson, they learned about Haliocs, little fluffy creatures that had a penetrating stare that could freeze people for a few minutes, while it made it's escape. When a Halioc thought that Neville was trying to hurt it, that it's light yellow eyes turned poisonous green and froze Neville within seconds and ran away. Harry was vaguely reminded about the victims of the Basilisk he destroyed in his second year.
Professor Quirell, on the other hand, reminded Harry every bit of Snape. He was cold towards every house, even Slytherin, but he was especially hard on Harry, obviously blaming him for his brother's death. He gave Harry detention every time because his work was too unsatisfactory, even though it was every bit as good as Ron or Hermoine's. "Just because this most probably your last year at Hogwarts and even the wizarding world, Potter, doesn't give the right to slack off. Especially in my class." Quirell announced for the whole class to hear one lesson.
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"One whole year with a Death Eater, I can't believe Dumbledore did this to us," Fred complained one day. Hermoine frowned. "Fred, you can't possibly know that," she said. George snorted. "Are you kidding? He hates us! And he's being especially beastly to Harry,"
Hermoine turned on him now. "That's because he knows that Harry was responsible for his brother's death. Of course he would be bitter to Harry," she said defiantly.
"Come on, Herm, why are you defending him? You know we hate his guts. You do too," Ron chided her "Of course I hate him," Hermoine admitted. "I'm just saying that we shouldn't judge him as a Death Eater just because his brother chose to be one five years ago,"
Relana nodded. "I agree with Herm. Who knows? Maybe he took his brother's decision as a personal insult and four years later training as an Auror or something. I mean, come on. If he really came to avenge your dead DADA teacher, why wait four years to come to Hogwarts?" Relana had once again joined the Gryffindors
"Well, there's a simple explanation for that," George replied, putting his elbow on the table, having done with dinner. Everyone looked at him and waited eagerly. "Well, Heaven knows what happened last year. Harry won't even talk about it and Dumbledore won't answer our questions, saying that Harry will if he wants to tell us and…"
"What's your point?" Fred interjected impatiently. George said "Anyway, somehow You-Know-Who came back and Quirell probably went to him and didn't attack before He came back because he was afraid Harry would kill him too, so he waited until You-Know-Who would give him powers of protection,"
They nodded in agreement. George's story made sense. Just then, Harry walked in, exhausted. "That bloody git made me do the whole trophy room until even he started shining," Harry informed them wearily as he sat down. That idiot is a slave-driver,"
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Harry got into the covers of his bed. He was so tired. Even the Dursleys didn't treat him this way. Before he got in, he saw the silver disk he had taken from the ravens. Below it was a note in small, neat handwriting:
- Harry Potter-
- This disk is not a normal disk. It has the spirit of Godric Gryffindor, who was a great warrior, inside. Wear it and have his strength and skill alongside yours. Only his heir can use this. Use it to fight Voldemort. You will need it. Good luck
Harry frowned. Him? The Heir of Gryffindor? He sighed and put the medallion on. And screamed. A raging inferno surrounded him. Harry screamed again. He caught fire. He couldn't do much but moan by now. He was burning, burning, burning…
A/N: Whoa a cliffie. What happens to the famous Harry Potter? Who sent the note? Will Quirell avenge his brother? Stay tuned.