Chapter 5 - Mysteries
"I have had enough of your talking!" yelled an already flaming Voldemort. He had just gotten Ms. Claria Incruim and she hadn't stopped talking since he unclosed her mouth. Ms. Incruim was known for her talking and Voldemort had forgotten that factor. The little house that held the 3 captives still was full of Claria cry for help, insults, and asking to get some Swiss cheese.
"Ms. Incruim, if you do not stop your blabbering mouth, I will be forced to shut up your whole body and burn it to a crisp! Is that clear?" Voldemort yelled. She suddenly stopped and the room went quiet.
"Well all you had to do was ask," Ms. Incruim replied and closed her eyes for a much needed rest since she had no chance of escaping. Ricita had been sitting there trying to avoid the look of Voldemort's eyes. Voldemort saw this and went over to her.
"It will be okay, Rici," Voldemort said in his softest voice. "I still have a spot for you to rule with me."
"You do?" Ricita said in a hopeful voice and looked at him.
"Yes, saved especially for you."
"Well, I don't want it!" she yelled and turned away.
"Look at me, Ricita," Voldemort said and tried to turn her head yet she resisted. "Look at me...look at me, Rici." It took a few minutes, but he got her to look at him.
"You blew your chance," he whispered to her and turned away to walk back to the door of the room.
"Dumbledore will save us," Thomas spoke out, " He can beat you!" Voldemort frowned at the thought of it, then smiled evilly and turned to him.
"How can Dumbledore get me if he is currently on the run from me?"
"What do you mean?" Thomas asked.
"I mean, haven't you heard that Dumbledore is a secret keeper of the star, too. This means that he would still have some security about him, to make sure that I don't get him, hurt him." Voldemort just laughed at the thought of Dumbledore even coming for him. " And I know just the way to get him." Voldemort's cackles could only be heard in the lengths of the little house as he prepared to move on.
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The next day had gone by fast. Harry was so excited to see who the mystery person was that it was easier to ignore Andrea. At 5, they sat in the common room, waiting for the time to come. Andrea suddenly came over.
"I know what you are thinking, and I can't take hearing it anymore," Andrea bleated out. " I'm sorry that I lied to you. I was just trying to get a picture with the famous Harry Potter."
"How did you know I was famous?" Harry asked her.
"I can hear people's thoughts, you know," she reminded him, "I hear the 1st years talking of you all the time." Harry wasn't surprised.
"Oh," Harry said. He sort of looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry that I ever thought of you untrustworthy. It just came that way."
"It's OK. Can I still be your friend?"
"Sure." She then sat with them as they talked. They laughed at simple things and talked about school. The time passed and it became almost 6.
"Well, we have to go," Ron said to Andrea.
"Go where? Can I go?" she replied.
"I don't think so. We are going to see ateacher," Hermione convinced her.
"OK, then," Andrea said giving up.
"We'll talk to you later," Harry ended and they exited the common room. The hallways were pretty dark, so they stuck together. When they were almost there, Hermione screamed.
"Someone bumped into me," she stated. They looked back. Harry squinted, but could see nothing in the darkness. He called out, "Who's there?"
There was no answer so he said it again. Still no answer. "If you don't come out, I'm going to look for you myself," he said with no reply from the shadows. "Lumos!" he said and lit up the path behind them.
"Hey, your blinding me!" said the person behind them. Harry came closer to find that it was Andrea.
"I thought we said you couldn't come with us!" Harry said.
"I thought you said you were going to see a teacher," Andrea replied. Silence came among them after that remark.
"OK, you can come with us," Harry finally said. They passed empty room after empty room until they got to the one they wanted.
"OK, this is the room," Hermione stated. They opened the door to a dark musty room that had only been used twice this year. The chairs were all in their areas and all almost broken. Suddenly, the door closed. All of them gasp. Then, the lights came on and a person said, "BOO!" Only Andrea did a mild scream.
"Why aren't you guys scared? He could be..." Andrea started.
"Professor Lupin!" Harry said and run to hug him.
"Hello Harry," Lupin said and hugged him as he came over. "Hermione, Ron, and... who is this?"
"This is Andrea," Ron piped up, "She's an exchange student from America."
"How do you do Andrea?"
"Fine," Andrea said with a bewildered look on her face.
"This is Professor Lupin," Harry said to Andrea, "He used to teach here."
"Wait a minute," Hermione said, "What are you doing here Professor Lupin? Have you come to teach again?"
"That would be great if you did," Ron said.
"I'm sorry," Lupin said, "But I'm not going to teach here."
"I guess this was just a one day memory of us before you leave again," Harry said.
"Actually that's wrong, too! I am going to be here at school. Just not teaching. Dumbledore talked to me and told me that he looked at me as a friend and, because I taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, he appointed me his bodyguard."
"So you are going to help keep Dumbledore safe from You-Know-Who, Professor Lupin?" Ron asked.
"Pretty much that, and stop calling me Professor Lupin. Call me Remus. I'm not your teacher anymore, I'm your friend."
"Okay, Prof-, I mean, Remus." Hermione stated.
"Well you kids best be off. You should get to bed early," Remus stated. "Nice to meet you, Andrea and good-bye all of you."
"Good-bye," said Andrea in that same bewildered face.
"Good-bye," Harry said and thought, this year won't be that bad after all.