Harry Potter and the Return of Lord Voldemort Part 17
Harry was finally out of the Hospital Wing, too soon in Madam Pomfrey's opinion. But Harry was glad to be out. He had had no visitors, at least not that he knew of. Maybe they had visited him while he was asleep.
Now that he was out, maybe his life would be normal again. He highly doubted it.
He opened the door to the Gryffindor Common Room, and it suddenly became deadly quiet. Then, after a second or two, cheers erupted and Harry found himself being hugged by practically everyone there.
"You're finally out!" Hermoine sighed happily. Harry nodded.
"What happened anyway?" he asked. Hermoine's face turned grim.
"Quirell poisoned your drink," Ron informed him.
"Always knew he couldn't be trusted," Fred added.
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Lord Voldemort marched into Azkaban, for the second time in the year. The first was to inform the Dementors about his plan to break the prison open. Now he was going to do it.
He ignored Fox in her cell and walked up to Quirell's and gave him what appeared to be a pleasant smile, but Quirell knew better. "Ah, Quirell. You seem a little uncomfortable in that cell of yours. Let me fix that."
And with that he took out his wand and yelled "Alohomora!"
* * *
"Man, they really started the Quidditch matches late this year." Fred commented. He and the rest of the Quidditch team were observing the notice Professor McGonagall had just put up in the Common Room, telling the Gryffindors when their first match was going to be.
Time passed on, and Harry was accepting life in Hogwarts once more. Defense against the Dark Arts was taken over by Arabella Figg. Harry had finally figured out that she was really the old Mrs. Figg, who he once presumed crazy.
It was strange, seeing the new faces of teachers. Professor Kettleburn, who swore loudly whenever Quirell was mentioned, instead of Hagrid. Professor Luna, the heavenly substitute teacher from the detested Severus Snape. And of course Quirell and Arabella Figg in the place of the new Defense post.
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- "Your path has been cleared. You will now go to Hogwarts again and cause chaos," Lord Voldemort hissed. Quirell forced himself to look away.
- "Yes, My Lord,"
- Voldemort nodded. "Meanwhile, I will find out what it is that is protecting Potter." The Dark Lord said. "It is not Dumbledore anymore… something stronger… but what?" and he launched himself into deep thought.
- Meanwhile, the medallion that Harry had on glowed. This medallion would help him. The power here was immense. However, if fallen to the wrong hands… the world might as well end.
- And now as it lay on Harry Potter's neck, while the boy slept, the medallion glowed with power. With strength.
- With evil.