The Tales of Hogwarts

Harry Potter IX

"It's nice of you to join us on this most exciting occasion Mr potter," Lord Voldemort snake like voice echoed off of every wall in the room that Harry was stood in. Harry's scar burned and the only reason that he was not crying or holding his head in agony was his fear of the man in front of him. Harry hadn't even thought about Voldemort all year.

"What occasion ?" Harry demanded in a growl.

"How dare you speak to the dark lord in that tone of voice." Can a voice from the corner. Harry recognised it immediately. It was Wormtail.

"It's okay Peter," Voldemort hissed, "The boy merely asked me a question. To which I will answer right now."

And at that four house-elves rushed past Harry and quickly pulled down the sheet in which Lord Voldemort was stood in front of. With the sheet now on the floor Harry could see a large tank on juice connected to a small box like object.

"This," Voldemort hissed and Harry was struggling to remain standing, the pain was nearly unbearable, "Is a resurrection booth. Using this I will drain the life out of five people to bring one back to life."

So that was why Dobby had a list of ingredients for a resurrection spell. The house elves where under Voldemort's command.

Voldemort paused to wait and soon six more house-elves returned with a coffin. Harry had no idea who was in it and there was no time to ask because suddenly, and without warning, Voldemort raised his wand and Harry's mind was full of Happy thoughts.

"Walk toward the tank," The friendly voice in his head was saying. Harry started to do what he was told and then a small part of him realised what was going on. Voldemort was using the same spell that the Mad eye Moody impostor had taught them in defence against the dark arts.

"Fight it !" Another voice in his head told him and soon he had stopped and was staring at Voldemort both hatred and fear in his eyes, his scar burned but he was past that stage. It was time to fight back.