Harry Potter and the Return of Lord Voldemort Part 16
Ron Weasley started to run. "No way," he kept muttering. "No way is he going to get away with this one."
Hermoine nodded as she and Professor McGonagall chased Quirell after him. They were prepared to do anything to catch the Death Eater. Even if it meant killing themselves in the process.
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Alexander Quirell ran around blindly, not even caring where he ended up, just as long he escaped Harry and his friends. Quirell dashed out the castle doors. It was raining heavily. His hair was matted down his face, almost immediately.
He looked around desperately at the grounds around him. The Forest. He could Disapparate from the Forest. His shoes hit the slush of snow, melted from the warm rain. He quickly tried to get to the Forbidden Forest, but suddenly, his path was blocked by a huge bear-like jet black dog that was baring it's teeth viciously.
"A Grim!" Quirell screamed. The "Grim" growled and approached him swiftly. Quirell slipped to his feet as he tried to escape. As Sirius advanced on him, Quirell backed away, gazing, terrified, into the wild, angry eyes of the obstacle that blocked his bid for freedom.
The two of them heard the sounds of quick footsteps. A second later, Ron, Hermoine, Professor McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Professor Kettleburn and Relana came marching out. Reolana frowned in confusion at Professor s Quirell.
She saw Sirius and both her eyes and Sirius' widened. "Sirius Black!" she breathed
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Lord Voldemort glared down at Lucius Malfoy. "I trust you have good news," he growled at the man bowing to his feet.
"Yes, My Lord. And I also have bad news." Lucius answered, not daring to look up. Voldemort narrowed his already narrowed eyes. Lucius drew in a deep breath. "The progress of your new Dark Castle is coming along very nicely my Lord," he said.
Voldemort smiled. His Death Eater were carrying out his orders of rebuilding the Dark Castle he once had in the days of glory. The previous Dark Castle was at the end of Hogsmeade, where the Town Hall now stood. Voldemort had concocted his plans there, tortured and killed countless many, recruited his people there. The Dark Castle was something made of pure evil, just like it's Master, Lord Voldemort. No one good there stood a chance.
Suddenly, he turned his attention to Lucius again. "Anything else?" he snapped. Lucius nodded. "More good news, my Lord," he informed his Master. "Harry Potter has been poisoned,"
The Dark Lord smiled again. "Ah, my faithful Death Eater has done his duty then,"
Lucius could feel the anger build up his chest. He had been more faithful, he was sure. And yet, he never got anything back. Not even a praise for the Muggles he had tortured when Voldemort had been all powerful.
"Yes, well, my Lord. Your faithful Death Eater seems to be… shall we say… troubled." Lucius said, almost smirking. Voldemort frowned.
"What do you mean?" he questioned.
"Your faithful Death Eater has done Your Lordship's orders, backing himself up into a corner, as a consequence. The way this episode has turned out he can never be a threat to Harry Potter again." Lucius said, trying, and failing miserably, to keep the glee out of his voice.
Voldemort looked like he was about to kill something at this point. Lucius cowered in fear. Then Voldemort did something Lucius never expected him to do. He smiled. "Ah well. I can easily replace him. That person Karkaroff predicted who was going to come. The Ally. He will do just nicely in my little scheme."
"I thought we agreed that Karkaroff was not to be trusted," Lucius said coldly gazing at the hem of his Master's robes.
"True. But Karkaroff was best when it came to predictions. They always come true. I will trust him for the last time. Which is true considering that he is now dead." Voldemort said, his fingers against each other and on his chin, thoughtfully. "But nevertheless, the Ally will only be here at the end of the year.
"Until then, my best bet is still the Death Eater at Hogwarts. I will free him. When I break Azkaban open, that will signal the new beginning of the reign of Lord Voldemort!"
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Cornelius Fudge turned to Dumbledore who was looking very upset. "So, he didn't perchance tell you why poisoned Harry, did he?" he asked, a little grin creeping up onto his face despite himself.
"He was a Death Eater, Cornelius," Professor McGonagall said tonelessly.
"Death Eater, eh? This one wasn't so careful like his brother was he? Caught him before the year ended…"
From the Ministry car, Quirell yelled. "Azkaban will not hold me, Dumbledore! I will be back! This won't keep me from what I came to do!"
With that, the Ministry car drove off.