II. Voldemort's Glory
Harry needed a walk. Hermione needed someone to tell this secret to, which was no one. Ron was scared. Finally, the three decided to stroll across to Dumbledore's ex-office. The office was empty. After all, McGonagall had been to shy to take the seat after the death. But then suddenly……no….it could not be. Hermione, Ron and Harry thought it was being controlled by magic first. But the whispers were not controlled by magic.
Whispers are usually hard to distinguish. But these, these, thesewere so easy to differentiate. And Harry knew exactly whose voice they were. "They sound like Voldemort's icy whisper and Dumbledore's weak voice." Harry said under his invisibility cloak. Ron also flinched at the name, but suddenly stood up, realizing that this was the time to show off to Hermione that he could be courageous like Harry also. Then, the three suddenly realized, so quickly that it almost knocked them off their feet that this visit to Dumbledore's office would not come to a good end.
"Sir, I am so sorry to come back to you like this…..in this demented form…..I apologize, teacher. However, after all, aren't I the only one who constantly worked for you to demolish Harry Potter, who did not seem too challenging for us." The weak voice proudly said. Then the icy whisper, sounding like almost dead, said, "Oh, Albus! I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you. I definitely do forgive you. But I need some more from you I guess……..Or else…..Well, you definitely do want to end up like Pettigrew. If you want a new silver hand, I want Harry Potter damaged, crushed into pulps. I hope…that I can trust you, Dumbledore, even with your phantom-like figure?" Harry immediately recognized Voldemort's wicked character and accent in English, demanding more and more from deeply trusted people. Harry was beginning to feel sorry for Dumbledore while he should have been feeling disgusted and betrayed.
Ouch! Thump! Harry fell on the floor tripped by the poisoned necklace that Harry recognized as the one that deeply injured Katie.
Dumbledore and Voldemort quickly jumped out from behind the curtains, their wands at ready. Dumbledore and Tom Riddle rather seemed astonished to see Harry there.
"I am sor--" But suddenly, Harry realized that he didn't have to be respectful anymore. Dumbledore had chosen to go another way, the way that betrayed harry coldly like Satan. Voldemort was cooling down. He said, "Well, Potter, Welcome to my---uuh--ooo-new office." He seemed like he was very comfortable with this.
"Professor, what were you doing in there?" Ron, Hermione, and Harry stared in surprise at the two death eaters. Dumbledore was gaining courage also. "Potter, I am here to tell you that I had joined Malfoy, when I was younger, when I had Lucius under me, in my school. At first, I thought it was just a gang and they were begging me...begging me to join it, so I finally signed up and got this mark,(he pointed to his bare arm)and I could fianlly get them out of my office after hours and hours of sitting there. Then I began to realize, very slowly that this was not funny at all. Not funny at all, that's right. Then, as the years went bym I began to realize that this job I had to take was killing Harry Potter and that I was under...well you, Tom(indicating the evil next to him). I had made an unbreakable vow and I was practically known as the greatest wizard in the world. I had to do it. With extra brainpower, as I have always told you, I could come up to this point. And I am beginning to feel proud for my spot in this occurence. Oh! And I should also notify you that the R.A.B. was me. It was me. While you were not knowing what to do, feeding me the potion, I was getting the locket, replacing it with the other one to bring one of the last Horcruxes left to my master. I gave up my life for it, but here I am, still, gaining confidence minute by minute, in front of my prey. Thank you, Potter...for appearing."
Then, there was a click on the door. Mcgonagall came in.
Crucio! McGonagall was dead.