Chapter 2, Lunch.

"50 points for Slytherin!" Harry shouted just as the bell rang. Everyone jumped out of their chairs, waved goodbye to Harry and left the room. Harry packed up his things and walked down the corridors.

"I hate Harry Potter!" He heard being said as he was walking. He quickly changed his course and followed closely behind the group of students, but carefully so as not to be noticed. "I mean, he bit off Chad's head for a stupid little comic, I'm bringing the spell up at lunch, he'll probably get fired!" The boy said.

"Oh wouldn't that be great? And wouldn't it be even greater if Malfoy became our professor for that class too?" Another said.

"Isn't Professor Malfoy the greatest? I mean." Harry walked the other way because he didn't want to listen to their conversation about Malfoy. Oh how he loathed Malfoy, he just hated Malfoy, but he wasn't going to let some stupid little jerk like Malfoy ruin his life. He walked down the hall to lunch and walked up to the faculty table. Harry sat down beside a tall man. The man had silver eyes and long silver hair. His face was slightly mutated but it fit his twisted personality. He looked up from his plate of food and looked at Harry.

"Hello Harry, how have you been?" He said.

"Just fine, Voldermort, how are you?" Harry asked.

"Oh just dandy, I think this year's going rather well, what do you say?"

"Oh it's coming along fantastically, but again, there's trouble makers."

"Of course, can never get rid of them." Voldermort said between bites of bread. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Chad Littleton and Billy Trottle coming.

"Voldermort" Billy whined. "Professor Potter Sealed Chad's lips up with a spell for some stupid reason, can't you fire him or something?"

"Billy, I appreciate you bringing this to my attention but I will not fire my best teacher, and best friend. I believe that Professor Potter has his reasons, and whatever his reasons are, are good enough reasons for me not to fire him. Now, please return to your seats and continue eating lunch." Voldermort said.

"He can't eat, his mouth is sewn shut."

"Well then go back to your table and sit down." Voldermort replied. Chad and Billy returned to their seats and gave a glance back to Harry who just looked evilly at them.

"What did you do?" Voldermort asked. "Wait, don't answer that I don't really care. Hold on a second can you?" Voldermort stood up and tapped his spoon against his goblet. "I would like to make a toast!" He boomed. "I would like to make a toast to your second day. This is your first day of classes, though, and I hope you are all enjoying it. To Hogwarts!" He shouted and held up his goblet.

"To Hogwarts!" Everyone else screamed back, clashed their goblets together and drank. Voldermort sat back down.

"Anyway, Harry, I have a favor to ask you. I'm going away for a week on business in Transylvania, and I would like you to be head of the school while I'm gone. It shouldn't be hard for you, but it is sort of stressful."

Harry thought about this for a few moments, and down to the end of the table at Malfoy. "Yes, sir, I'll do it."

"Oh fantastic! Voldermort clapped his hands together. Anyway, I have to go do some work in my office. I'll see you in a week." He stood up, shook hands with Harry and walked out of the great hall.

There was a sudden cheer as owls came fluttering in the windows. He noticed an owl on the opposite side of the great hall that was flying towards him with a letter. The snowy owl flew over his head, dropped a letter and it landed on Harry's lap. He picked it up opened it and this is what it said.



Dear Harry Potter,

I cannot say anything more than a few words. Tomorrow at this time, go down into the west wing of Hogwarts and into the old room where Malfoy defeated Quirrel and got the Sorcerer's stone. On top of the trap door there will be a package and another letter. Get it before someone else does.



Harry read the letter over and over again, and was still very confused.