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Chapter 15

Summer Vacation Part 1

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The news about a little present with a head in it spread like wildfire. The some more smarter students managed to inform the newspapers and the next day huge articles about it were in every newspaper. But the problem was: who did it? Some said it was a huge monster from the Forbidden Forest or a serial killer who somehow sneaked in the Castle. Every one had their own little theory but none dared to mention Harry Potter as the killer.

In the end no clues were found. They searched the entire school and grounds. The Gamekeeper was even brought to Azkaban for his little obsession with dangerous animals. But in the end they had to release him since their was no evidence against him. The students were escorted to every class much to their annoyance.

A certain Slytherin was actually happy with this. He had now the time to do a little research on his fellow students. In his mind was an imaginary list of everyone was capable of. The only problem was that he couldn't go to the library alone.

Then out of nothing a message came one morning that if they didn't find the killer the school would be closed.

A week after the message was delivered the Minister of Magic himself was standing in the Great Hall. The school would be closed within 24 hours.

---Rytho POV---

'What! He is kidding. They can't close the school. That means that I have to go back to the Dursleys. Over my dead body. There is only one thing I can do now: Play the perfect Golden boy and kill the bad guy.'

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"Bask, are you there?" "Yes master." "Do me a favour and don't move." Bask obeyed and was standing still. Then Rytho drew his wand and pointed it at Bask. "Avada Kadavra." "Master how can you kill your own servant? AHHHHH" "I am so sorry Bask. (Not!) You gave me no other choice. Now I only have to give myself some small cuts and bruises and it will be perfect."

30 cuts and bruises and 20 minutes later he arrived on the second floor. He was barely a minute out of the Toilet when Dumbledore came around the corner. "Harry! What in Merlin's name happened to you?" He then choose to faint and was brought to the Hospital Wing.

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'Who the hell woke me up?'

"Mr.Potter, wake up please."

Slowly he opened his eyes and was greeted with the concerned face of none other then Madam Pomfrey. "I must speak to Professor Dumbledore. It is important." "Cam Down Mr.Potter. The Headmaster will be here in a minute and then you can tell us what happened to you." Sitting back on his bed and thinking how he was going to tell them about Bask. His thoughts were soon interrupted because the Headmaster had arrived.

He told them how he didn't want to go home and decided to find that was bothering the school. In the end Dumbledore was very proud of him and that stupid twinkle had returned in the Headmasters eyes.

After a few days he was released from the Hospital Wing and his Housemates weren't happy to see him when he entered the common room. He couldn't care less so he headed straight to his Dormitory to have a little chat with his roommates.

"I am back"

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"Severus what you say is complete nonsense." This was going on for more than 20 minutes. Snape trying to convince Dumbledore that Harry Potter was the one that killed the muggleborn and Lockheart. But the old Headmaster refused to listen what the potions master was saying. He simple couldn't believe it.

"Albus! Were you listening at all? His roommates are afraid of him. He taught them last year the Dark Arts."

"Severus! Listen to yourself. You are speaking nonsense. How can he know Dark Arts? Tell me and I might think about it what you said."

"You told me yourself that he might have the Dark Lords memories. Who knows what he received more of that monster."

"Very well" he signed and continued. "I will keep an eye on him."

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The way home was simple one word boring. He was sitting with his roommates who were doing Merlin knows what. Their little conversation turned out great. He had them under control and he made sure that they wouldn't tell their parents about his little plan. When they arrived at the station he got his stuff and left without saying a word to them. He soon spotted his uncle and got in the car.

The trip home was tense. Dudley was too afraid to even utter a single word. His Aunt was given him hateful glances and his uncle to when he could. So when they got home he immediately went to his room and didn't come out until the next morning.

Breakfast you can guess it was tense. He had the feeling that they weren't telling him something. "Ok spill it, who is going to come?" He said while looking at his uncle. "Your aunt Marge is coming. I am going to pick her up at the end of the week." 'Ah Aunt Marge. He remembered clearly the last time she came with those blasted dogs of her. One of her oldest dogs was chasing him around in the garden. He ended up in the tree. The only way down was when that dog went away or Aunt Marge commanding to leave him alone. Unfortunately neither of that happened. He was sitting in that bloody tree for an hour before Celiel came and bit the dog. The old dog ran inside with his tail between the legs and a serious wound on his front paw. Stupid dog died a week later because of the poison.'

"Boy! Are you listening to me?" "Huh? What? No I wasn't listening." His uncle became an interesting shade of purple. "I said that you keep that blasted snake hidden before that thing bites someone else." Hanging his head down and looking at his plate so that his uncle couldn't see his eyes that were filled with sorrow. "She won't because she is already dead." "Well that is an improvement. That thing was nothing but trouble." He suddenly realized his mistake when he saw the angry face of his nephew.

He looked at his uncle with all the hatred he could muster. He knew that he could be quit imposing when he was angry. But getting angry didn't solve anything. Celiel wouldn't come back no matter how angry he would be. He could only revenge her death by killing Snape. Slowly his eyes began to loose the anger and was replaced with a cold uncaring look and retired to his room.

That week was a living nightmare. His uncle kept repeating how he should behave and hoe happy he was that Celiel was gone. Dudley tried to bully him again but one angry look from Rytho was enough to shut him up. His aunt made him do all the chores in house. She kept repeating how everything needs to be done and that it should be clean when his Marge came.

It was Sunday evening. His aunt Marge could be arriving any minute now. Not soon after he thought that he heard a car that stopped and some dogs barking. Great she is here already. "Boy! Get down now!" "Yes aunt Petunia!" signing he lifted himself from the bed and walked downstairs to get his aunt suitcases.

Dinner was loud. Marge kept talking about how great Dudley was and other sickening stuff about his nephew. Every time she said something good about Dudley she said something bad about him. This went on the entire week. Even he had now trouble keeping his anger under control. It wouldn't be long before he was going to snap.

On the last evening they were sitting in the living room and chatting happily. The rest not him. He was supposed to be quit and not to be seen. They were currently talking about breeding and how she killed a few pups because of bad breeding. "Just like that boy. His parents had bad blood and he is the result of that. I usually kill those with bad blood. They are not worthy to live." He could take a few insults but no one had the guts to insult his parents. 'That's right. Don't let that fat woman insult you parents.' said his inner voice. "No one insults my parents." all he could see was red.

The next few seconds there was silence until Marge began to swell up and hovering a few centimetres above the ground. He wanted to blow her up but this was good enough. He ran to his room and packed his remaining stuff. With his trunk in one hand and his wand the other he left. After running trough a few streets he lifted his wand hand and a giant red bus appeared with a loud KNACK. He got on the bus and told them he wanted to go to the Leaky Cauldron.

T.B.C

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this chapter sucks I know. Flames are welcome for this chapter.

--ChaosDream--