A/N: Hi! I'm sorry I didn't write sooner but I was busy with exams. I hope you enjoy chapter 15. While you're at it, read the Alternity Series as well! Enjoy!
Harry Potter and the Return of Lord Voldemort Part 15
He couldn't do it. Draco sat there on his bed looking at his letter to Cornelius Fudge in disgust. He just couldn't finish that letter. "Damn," he muttered "and I was all set to be evil too," He crumpled the letter up and threw it into the trash. Draco, being a pure-blood wizard, knew nothing about basketball, of course, so it would have been a big surprise if he jumped up and yelled "Score!"
Draco left the Slytherin Common Room, leaving Crabbe and Goyle to play with Exploding Snap. He would have laughed, if he was in the mood, when Crabbe and Goyle leaned down to get a better look at the card Goyle had just laid down and it exploded in their faces.
There. Sirius stood outside Dumbledore's office and was just leaving with Professor Luna. Hmm. All that whiteness on her face was just makeup after all. Sirius brushed some away, leaving creamy skin behind. Luna giggled and told Sirius something and hurried away.
Draco walked out of the shadows and Sirius jumped back, startled. Draco allowed a sly little grin to play on his face. Sirius narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing her, Malfoy?"
"I should be asking you the same thing," Draco said coolly.
"It's a free world," Sirius snapped.
"Oh, touch`e, Mr. Black," Draco retorted, circling Sirius. He suddenly turned around, facing the man in front of him. "Oh and just so you know, I wrote a letter to Mr. Fudge when I saw you,"
Sirius' eyes widened. "You didn't!" Draco nodded. "Bastard!" Sirius spat and prepared to attack him, kill him if he must.
Draco frowned. "Calm yourself, Mr. Black. I never finished that letter. You got off this time. But be warned, you may not be so lucky next time." With that, he left, leaving Sirius to stare open-mouthed after him.
"Hey!" Alona said cheerfully, returning from the bathroom, after washing away the white powder off her face. "Ready to see Harry?"
Sirius shut his mouth and turned to face her and his jaw dropped again at the difference Alona had with her natural graces and beauty. She chuckled. "Sirius, you're starting to attract flies," she mocked. Sirius closed his mouth again, blushing furiously.
* * *
"Tell him,"
"I will not!"
"TELL HIM!"
"NO!"
"Do. It!"
"Is it the N or the O that's giving you the trouble?"
Relana Rodano and Albus Dumbledore were having a heated conversation. "You know you have to," Dumbledore said persuasively.
Relana rolled her eyes. "Fine!" she groaned. "I'll tell Harry my secret!"
"Good!"
Relana grinned. "But not today,"
"Miss Rodano!" Dumbledore exclaimed, but Relana cut him off with a piercing glare. "He doesn't know your name!"
"Yes, he does!" Relana said, feeling the heat creep up to her face.
"No, he knows, Relana Rodano. Not you!"
* * *
Harry stumbled into the Great Hall during dinner. Professor Quirell had seemed exceptionally harsh today. Harry sat down beside Ron and Hermoine and looked around. "Hey, where's Relana? He asked surprised. Ron and Hermoine shrugged. Ron looked suspiciously at Harry's drink, but Harry didn't notice.
He scooped up his dinner and ate some. Dinner was nearly over, so he tried to hurry. He took a swig of his drink and resumed eating. Suddenly, he stopped. He clutched his head. Hermoine shut the book she was reading and threw it away, not noticing that it hit Parvati Patil on the head.
"Harry what is it? Is it your scar?" she asked tensely. Ron put a hand on Harry shoulder, worriedly. Hermoine realized that Harry's scar couldn't be hurting. It only hurt when Voldemort as close by and no one here was with Voldemort hidden under their clothes again, were they?
She picked up Harry goblet and sniffed it and jumped back alarmed. "Oh my god!" she whispered. "HERMOINE!" Ron yelled, jolting her out of her thoughts. "Quick! We have to get him to Madam Pomfrey! Now now now!" she screamed. The Great Hall was extremely noisy and confused.
"Hurry!" she yelled as Professor Sinistra and Professor Vector hurried and carried Harry, who had fainted, out of the room.
"Hermoine!" Professor McGonagall yelled, hurrying towards the Gryffindor table. "Hermoine, wh- what's wrong with Harry?"
Eyes filled with tears that was already trickling out, she whispered in a trembling voice "He- he's been- Oh God Professor! Harry's drink was POISONED!" she burst into tears and Professor McGonagall, to shocked to move, was trying to process this into her brain.
"I don't believe it!" Ron's voice brought her back to reality. "What?" Hermoine demanded in a choked voice. Silently, Ron pointed to the High Table, where everyone but four teachers were present. Hermoine frowned. Professor Vector, Professor Sinistra, Porfessor McGonagall...
She suddenly gasped as she realized who the fourth person was.
Professor Quirell was gone.
Harry Potter and the Return of Lord Voldemort Part 15
He couldn't do it. Draco sat there on his bed looking at his letter to Cornelius Fudge in disgust. He just couldn't finish that letter. "Damn," he muttered "and I was all set to be evil too," He crumpled the letter up and threw it into the trash. Draco, being a pure-blood wizard, knew nothing about basketball, of course, so it would have been a big surprise if he jumped up and yelled "Score!"
Draco left the Slytherin Common Room, leaving Crabbe and Goyle to play with Exploding Snap. He would have laughed, if he was in the mood, when Crabbe and Goyle leaned down to get a better look at the card Goyle had just laid down and it exploded in their faces.
There. Sirius stood outside Dumbledore's office and was just leaving with Professor Luna. Hmm. All that whiteness on her face was just makeup after all. Sirius brushed some away, leaving creamy skin behind. Luna giggled and told Sirius something and hurried away.
Draco walked out of the shadows and Sirius jumped back, startled. Draco allowed a sly little grin to play on his face. Sirius narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing her, Malfoy?"
"I should be asking you the same thing," Draco said coolly.
"It's a free world," Sirius snapped.
"Oh, touch`e, Mr. Black," Draco retorted, circling Sirius. He suddenly turned around, facing the man in front of him. "Oh and just so you know, I wrote a letter to Mr. Fudge when I saw you,"
Sirius' eyes widened. "You didn't!" Draco nodded. "Bastard!" Sirius spat and prepared to attack him, kill him if he must.
Draco frowned. "Calm yourself, Mr. Black. I never finished that letter. You got off this time. But be warned, you may not be so lucky next time." With that, he left, leaving Sirius to stare open-mouthed after him.
"Hey!" Alona said cheerfully, returning from the bathroom, after washing away the white powder off her face. "Ready to see Harry?"
Sirius shut his mouth and turned to face her and his jaw dropped again at the difference Alona had with her natural graces and beauty. She chuckled. "Sirius, you're starting to attract flies," she mocked. Sirius closed his mouth again, blushing furiously.
* * *
"Tell him,"
"I will not!"
"TELL HIM!"
"NO!"
"Do. It!"
"Is it the N or the O that's giving you the trouble?"
Relana Rodano and Albus Dumbledore were having a heated conversation. "You know you have to," Dumbledore said persuasively.
Relana rolled her eyes. "Fine!" she groaned. "I'll tell Harry my secret!"
"Good!"
Relana grinned. "But not today,"
"Miss Rodano!" Dumbledore exclaimed, but Relana cut him off with a piercing glare. "He doesn't know your name!"
"Yes, he does!" Relana said, feeling the heat creep up to her face.
"No, he knows, Relana Rodano. Not you!"
* * *
Harry stumbled into the Great Hall during dinner. Professor Quirell had seemed exceptionally harsh today. Harry sat down beside Ron and Hermoine and looked around. "Hey, where's Relana? He asked surprised. Ron and Hermoine shrugged. Ron looked suspiciously at Harry's drink, but Harry didn't notice.
He scooped up his dinner and ate some. Dinner was nearly over, so he tried to hurry. He took a swig of his drink and resumed eating. Suddenly, he stopped. He clutched his head. Hermoine shut the book she was reading and threw it away, not noticing that it hit Parvati Patil on the head.
"Harry what is it? Is it your scar?" she asked tensely. Ron put a hand on Harry shoulder, worriedly. Hermoine realized that Harry's scar couldn't be hurting. It only hurt when Voldemort as close by and no one here was with Voldemort hidden under their clothes again, were they?
She picked up Harry goblet and sniffed it and jumped back alarmed. "Oh my god!" she whispered. "HERMOINE!" Ron yelled, jolting her out of her thoughts. "Quick! We have to get him to Madam Pomfrey! Now now now!" she screamed. The Great Hall was extremely noisy and confused.
"Hurry!" she yelled as Professor Sinistra and Professor Vector hurried and carried Harry, who had fainted, out of the room.
"Hermoine!" Professor McGonagall yelled, hurrying towards the Gryffindor table. "Hermoine, wh- what's wrong with Harry?"
Eyes filled with tears that was already trickling out, she whispered in a trembling voice "He- he's been- Oh God Professor! Harry's drink was POISONED!" she burst into tears and Professor McGonagall, to shocked to move, was trying to process this into her brain.
"I don't believe it!" Ron's voice brought her back to reality. "What?" Hermoine demanded in a choked voice. Silently, Ron pointed to the High Table, where everyone but four teachers were present. Hermoine frowned. Professor Vector, Professor Sinistra, Porfessor McGonagall...
She suddenly gasped as she realized who the fourth person was.
Professor Quirell was gone.