Harry Potter and the return of lord voldemort part 29
A/N: Okay, Part 29 is here, so you know that the Season Finale of HP and the RoV is coming up soon.
"Finally!" Ron gasped in relief. "It's the last day of the exams!"
"Hmm?" Harry asked. He had been intent on reading his Potions textbook. "Can you believe we have Practical magic to do as well?"
"Harry, you look terrible. I really think you should have slept last night," Relana said worredly.
"Did you sleep?" Harry asked.
"What, and miss precious hours studying?" Relana scoffed, as if the idea was ridiculous. Harry, Ron and Hermione rolled their eyes.
"What do you have—" Relana started, but Prof. Dumbledore grabbed her arm.
"Miss…er…Rodano, may I see you for a minute?" he asked. Relana narrowed her eyes.
"Okay, Professor," she said, stepping away from the group that was watching them curiously.
* * *
"Hey, Terry," Lavender Brown smiled, as she slinked down next to him in the Ravenclaw table.
"Lavender?" Terry asked, confused. "What are you doing here? This isn't the Gryffindor table," He is so cute when he's confused, Lavender thought with a sultry smile.
"I know," she said, touching his arm. "I have something to tell you. It's about Parvati,"
"What?" he asked, worried. Lavender grinned, showing off her perfectly white teeth. She lowered her lips to his ear and whispered everything.
* * *
"You have to tell them," Dumbledore said, watching Relana.
"I can't," she said. "It's too soon,"
"You've had the whole year to reveal who you really are," Dumbledore told her.
"And every time I feel is the right time, something happens," Relana argued. "I mean, come on, think about it! Sirius in an accident, Neville Longbottom's death, everything! This year has been a living hell for everyone! The last thing they need is to find out who I am,"
"You're the one who will help Harry defeat Lord Voldemort," Dumbledore said calmly. "And that won't happen until he know who you are,"
"I know," Relana said, sighing. She suddenly looked very tired and old. "I know. Just…just…give me a bit more time, okay? I swear, before the year is out, Harry will know who I am,"
"He will have to, anyway. We have no idea what Cornelius Fudge will decide when the year is over," Dumbledore reminded her. As if I need reminding, Relana rolled her eyes.
* * *
Alexander Quirell ran through the trees, panting. The words of the Dark Lord ran through his mind. You, Quirell, are a very important asset to me. Without you, Harry Potter would live to see yet another year. Now Quirell knew what he had to do. He raised the knife from its pouch at his side.
Hogwarts, he thought grimly. He was here. Now all he had to do was get in, and get to Harry. Easy enough. He walked softly through the bushes. "Oh!" Quirell's blood turned cold. He turned to see…
"Kettleburn!" Kettleburn, who had been kneeling to get something, straightened himself and stared coldly at him.
"Quirell," he glared. "What are you doing here?" Quirell felt hot rage boil in his veins. He clutched on tightly to the knife. Then, with a roar, he lunged for Kettleburn.
A/N: Hope you liked it. Season Finale coming out soon!
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