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Harry Potter and the Return of Lord Voldemort Part 5
Harry sank down on his bed, feeling faint. He had been caught in a wall of fire. He had been sure he was going to die. He clutched his arm in fear. What if this was something sent by Voldemort or the Death Eaters? He put a finger to the medallion. It was warm. He took his finger off and when he put it back on the center, it was cool again.
Harry sighed. He had so many questions running through his head right now. Was he really the Heir of Gryffindor? Who wrote him that note? Not Dumbledore, surely. The mage's handwriting was completely different. How would this medallion help him fight Voldemort? At least this person had dared to say his name. Harry only knew of four people that bold. Professor Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and himself. He sighed again and took off the medallion. He'd figure it all out tomorrow.
*
Harry moaned as he woke up the next morning. School really shouldn't be at such an ungodly hour, he thought to himself as he took of his pajamas and stepped into the shower.
"Morning sunshine," Fred greeted him cheerfully. Harry groaned again "Fred, if you're going to be so perky in the morning, I'll make sure you never get to see Graduation Day."
"Okay, so not-so-cheerful…" Fred trailed off at the look Harry gave him. Harry sat down on a chair and Relana greeted him hello before sitting down.
"Relana, do you plan to spend the rest of your life at the Gryffindor table?" Harry snapped. Relana shrugged "Maybe," she said in that maddeningly cheerful tone Harry hated to hear in the mornings.
*
"So then what happened?" Ron asked curiously. Harry shrugged. "Ron, it was a vision. A really scary one at that," "But who'd try to kill you?" Hermoine asked. Ron and Harry stared at her.
Hermoine shrugged apologetically, "Sorry, other than You-Know-Who?"
"Hmm… let me think… Ooh, I know! How about Death Eaters, Slytherins, Professor Quirell…" Harry said sarcastically, but was cut off at the mention of Quirell's name by Hermoine,
"For God's sake! We don't know for sure that Quirell's a Death Eater!" Hermoine said loudly. "Well, what more proof do you need? Quirell dies and suddenly his brother comes to Hogwarts and it's obviously to kill Harry…" Ron stated.
"Four years, Ron! It's been four years since Quirell died! Let. It. Go!" Hermoine said.
"What if he was on his way over here right now?" Ron asked shuddering.
"That's not funny, Ron. That's evil." Hermoine stated. "I wish that whole horrible year didn't happen,"
*
Lord Voldemort rode his Dark Horse to his destination. He had been riding for so long that he had lost track. Finally, he saw it. He stopped in front of his castle. Smiling viciously, he got off the horse and into the castle. The cold wind blew at his face. He drew out his wand. Then he went inside.
"WHERE IS HE!?" he roared livid with anger. "WHERE IS THAT COWARDLY FOOL? WHERE IS IGOR KARKAROFF? He drew out his wand. Students screamed. Some cried. Others were stunned that the Dark Lord was back.
Voldemort drew back his wand, understanding. Karkaroff was gone. This was just like him. He drew a very cruel smile. "Don't tell me he has left you all here by your lonesome?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "Very well. The coward will see what he gets for leaving the school in the hands of mere children." With that. He pointed his wand at a male student and yelled "Avada Kedavra!" The student died as he hit the floor. Students screamed and backed away from the Dark Lord.
*
When he left, all that was left of Durmstrang was ruins. Very few students had gotten out in time because the Voldemort had been busy murdering their fellow schoolmates. "Where will we go now?" a girl wailed. Her sister had been one of the firsts to be killed.
"To Hogwarts. You-Know-Who would never dare go there. Professor Dumbledore said we would be welcomed back anytime along with Beauxbatons. And Harry Potter is there. He will protect us!" Viktor Krum shouted, desperately trying to get the small group into order. They murmured in agreement. Hogwarts was their best bet so far.
So with Krum in the lead, what was left of the students of the Durmstrang Academy made their way to Hogwarts, London on their broomsticks, hoping against hope that Voldemort wouldn't attack again. They weren't sure if they could survive another encounter with him.
A/N: There! I'm finished with Part 5. Durmstrang is definitely done. I know, I know. Viktor is seventeen and should have graduated, but lets pretend that Hogwarts and Durmstrang have different years. Either that or that Krum decided to try and help the students until they got Durmstrang back on its feet without Karkaroff! Part 6 up soon