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A.N. This story is going well. J Anyway, chapter 6 is up!
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Hermione Granger knew something was wrong wither her friend… well, her ex-friend anyway.
He was talking like he never left, but something had clearly changed about him.
He was stronger, faster, more dangerous looking, and she would bet her copy of "Hogwarts a History" that Harry was wearing ruins around his neck.
Something was happening, and she had no idea what the outcome would be.
She looked over the top of her Transfiguration book, just in time to see Harry grinning evilly as he wrote something down on a piece of parchment.
Now, this was no ordinary evil grin. It wouldn't look too much out of place in a mental hospital, but people there didn't usually look that crazy.
He was chuckling to himself as he sucked on the edge of his quill; occasionally tugging on the metal band around his neck, scowling as he did so.
Hermione glanced at the clock, and sighed. Whatever problems Harry had, he had to deal with it on his own. She had classes.
**Meanwhile**
Draco Malfoy was still pacing around the room.
What to do.
Join Voldemort, and probably end up dying early with honor?
Join the muggle-loving fool Dumbledore and never be able to look at himself in the mirror again?
What other choices did he have?
It wasn't like he could move to Taiwan without Voldemort and his father knowing.
Draco paced back and forth, feeling despair in every step.
What was he to do?
Then, suddenly, the name Harry Potter slithered through his mind.
He stopped, and had to hold himself back from throwing himself at the wall.
Harry Potter was almost worse than Dumbledore.
He was a Griffendor… and he was sided with Dumbledore!
Deciding that one class period wouldn't damage his decision.
Grabbing his bag, he headed off to his ruins, planning on returning to his decision later.
**Meanwhile**
Harry Potter was currently drawing a very childish drawing of the Hail Mary plan. His little stick figures covered the page, each holding something that looked lethal.
He grinned to himself.
The time was coming soon.
He would fulfill his destiny.
And something like Hail Mary would be pretty fun…
**Meanwhile** (last time, I swear)
Shadows covered the stone hallways as the flickering torches swayed.
The figures in the pale light slowly moved forward, and reached other in the shadows.
"Yes. He's back at the castle."
"What? How?"
"A combination of Merlin's Ruins and powered horn of Gazelle. "
"Oh. They won't hold him for long. He'll be back soon."
"He might try and take new pupils there. You know how spontaneous he is."
"All right, we're just going to have to wait it out until he comes back or writes to us."
"We've waited for 3000 years for him. I don't think another year will do any harm. And when he returns, our new world will lie on the ashes of the old."
Silent laughter filled the halls as the two figures turned and retraced their steps.
Yes. It was to be a new world indeed.