Harry Potter and the Return of Lord Voldemort Part 20
The spirit flew straight to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, halting when it heard a loud voice say, "All righ', gang! Here we are! Hogwarts!" whoever it was boomed.
The Mati daemon watched in interest as a giant walked through, with a whole bunch of giants behind him. Hagrid! The Mati daemon realized with glee. It had met Hagrid on the grounds when he was inhabiting James Potter after he graduated.
I don't know how, the daemon mused, unable to be heard, not until he possessed someone, but maybe the idiot can be used in my plan to destroy the world. Anyway, there was no time to think about that. He had a job to do. Harry Potter was right within his reach…
* * *
Has it really come to this? McGonagall wondered as she watched the stars from the balcony of the deserted Astronomy tower. Harry is to be exiled. Voldemort has returned to full power, and murdering. And now the poor boy is about to learn his history.
She rubbed her hands together, realizing it was getting a bit chilly. Are we ready for this is? Is Harry ready for this? Ron? Hermoine? Relana? Are any of us ready for this, even Riddle?
"McGonagall?" The professor turned to see the Potions mistress watching her.
"Is something wrong, Alona? She asked.
"I was actually bout to ask you the same thing," she said, stepping out of the narrow doorway, wearing a dark green, tight-fitting dress, which ended just before her knees. She had dyed her shoulder-length blond hair black, put on a little makeup, taking away her white face effect, a gold brooch around her neck, and wearing green high heels.
"Wow," Minerva said. "You look nice,"
"Thank you," she said, actually blushing. "Sirius is taking me out tonight. To dinner, and maybe a movie. I wanted to look my best, just, you know, to make up for all the missed time."
"But black hair?" Minerva asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I thought it would look better with this dress, than blonde hair, don't you think?" Alona asked.
"Oh, definitely," McGonagall said honestly. "And nothing's wrong. I was just thinking," she replied. Alona nodded, and started to walk away.
"Oh, Alona," McGonagall called. The beautiful young woman turned back to face her. "Good luck on your date. It must mean a lot to you to go out of your way like this,"
"Thank you."
"But, won't your hair suffer from the dye?"
"No, it's temp-dye, and I know a simple spell to make them healthy after the date again," Alana smiled, and turned and left.
* * *
Sirius whistled as Alona emerged from the front door. "You look hot," he said appreciatively. Alona grinned, and sat delicately on his bike.
"First time, I ever had to stand outside a school to take a girl out," he joked.
"Oh, you are so out of it," she replied with a teasing smile. "It's the hottest thing to do when you go out on a date these days,"
As the bike glided through the air, Alona frowned as she spotted green smoke floating around her. "Sirius," she said in alarm. "Is there something wrong with your bike?"
Sirius didn't reply. Alona supposed he couldn't hear her. Suddenly, the bike bucked. "Sirius!" she cried in alarm. "What are you doing? Are you alright?"
"Alona!" he yelled. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." She called back, but then the bike buckled again, and she clutched onto Sirius's strong abdomen. "Sirius!" she yelled. "There must be something wrong with your bike! I think we ought to stop!"
"I can't!" he shouted. "There's no place to park!" Then, suddenly, the bike bucked so hard, Alona's grip was shaken away and she lost her balance. She fell, screaming. She saw the bike fling Sirius off and saw him fall from the sky, as she did.
Alona's scream drowned out her boyfriend's. She saw the ground rush up to meet her, shut her eyes, and felt a tremendous pain as she hit the cement road she and Sirius had fallen to. Then, nothing…
A/N: Will Sirius and especially Alona live? Will Voldie strike again? When will I tell you of Harry past? What does the Mati Daemon have up it's mist? Find out…