Hi! Sorry, I haven't updated in AGES! I would like to say that I am really grateful to Katzie (Karen) who reviews! Ok, now, without further ado, HERE is my chapter!
Harry lay numbly in his new bed, hours since he had first laid down there. The dormitory felt cold, compared to his cosy old one. He tossed and turned the pillow too hot, the bedcovers too lumpy. He thought of Hermione and his eyes pricked sorely. Goyle was grunting in his sleep, the sound passing in through Harry's ears. Harry finally sat up, fuzzy outlines of objects entering his brain. He pulled off the covers and slipped silently out of the room. The dormitory was eerily quiet, apart from the occasional grunt from Goyle. Harry was half way down the stairs, when he heard a voice.
He stopped.
His own breathing sounded too loud, and blood was pounding in his ears. He walked down the rest of the stairs as slowly as possible, pausing to listen to the voice that was getting louder as he went down When he got to the bottom, he stopped silently, and almost swore with shock as he realised who the voice belonged to.
It was Dumbledore.
He peered round the wall, Dumbledore's silver hair unmistakeable. He tried to see the head in the fire, but Dumbledore's head was in the way. Harry breathed slowly. This doesn't make sense, he thought, Why is Dumbledore here? In the Slytherin common room? He let Dumbledore's voice carry over to him, as he listened in an awed voice.
"Mr Weasley has been seen off," he said, in his normal, whispered voice.
"Excellent," a powerful voice said calmly, "We may as well get rid off the wife as well, if she gets in the way."
"Are the plans complete then?" Dumbledore asked. Harry's heart was pounding so furiously, he was sure that Dumbledore could hear it.
"Of course! We need a few more people though, just a few,"
"But, who?" said Dumbledore quickly. He leant forward on the slippery green sofa.
"Mr Draco Malfoy will be one; he has a good knowledge beyond anything I could expect from a pure-blood his age. Not like that filthy little mudblood, Granger," he spat. Dumbledore slowly nodded his head.
"If all goes to plan, al the half bloods will be out of this school in a month," Dumbledore said. There was a laugh, a laugh that inflicted pain in his body.
"The other child I need is Potter, Harry Potter," he said. Harry sighed quietly; he knew that had been coming.
"I am dealing with him at the moment. His power is growing, and his knowledge is almost as big as his arrogance. He seems confused at the moment, but he is what we are looking for. He has the power to kill. He almost killed Malfoy! An illegal curse, he used. Knocked out Mr Malfoy for a good few days or so. Expected from him though, when he has such power running through his veins," Dumbledore admired. The other man muttered something, and Harry hid behind the wall, just as Dumbledore snapped his head round to face the wall.
"No one is there," he said.
"Good, a conversation like that would be worth a death if it got into the wrong hands. I shall take you through my plans, Albus. In a week's time, there will be the Christmas Ball, and a perfect time to start the D.E.R. Dumbledore, as soon as the feats ends, you will call up Potter and Malfoy, and pretend to be pleased with them. Then call up the filthiest mudblood's that contaminate your school, and in front of the whole school, you shall curse them. Make them suffer. I want the world to know that they are the filthiest creatures on the planet! You then take Potter and Malfoy to me, make sure they can't escape. Every time they fail to agree to our terms, curse them, pain will get the better of them," he laughed cruelly, sending shivers up Harry's spine. By this time, Harry had guessed it was Voldermort speaking.
"What will happen then?" urged Dumbledore.
"I would like to call it the D.E.R victory! By this time, we will rule by fear and pain, and the world shall quiver at my name! I shall rid the world of Mudblood's! And you, Albus, my loyal companion, shall rule with me. The two most powerful wizards in the world!" he laughed louder than before, and there was a sudden loud thud up from above Harry, from the Dormitory. Dumbledore disappeared in a twirl of his cloak, and in the split second that Harry saw the face of the man he had believed to be Voldermort, the world crashed before his eyes.
It wasn't Voldermort.
It was Sirius.
He was alive.
I know this is a REALLY short chapter, but I wanted to end it as a dramatic thingy, so, I thought I might as well leave it as this. But, instead, my next chapter will be very long!
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