Yo! Sorry about the wait guys. The depression caused me to have zero motivation to really get any writing done recently. Hell, I haven't done much of anything. Haven't even touched FF15 in like, three weeks. Ninety percent of this chapter was written earlier today, so while I know it isn't the best, I hope it's still alright. Thank you to all readers so far!
Harry was far from pleased. In fact, he was quite pissed off. "That giant fucking whore! What the fuck does he think he's playing at!?"
Eyes wide, Hermione tried not to step back, away from her friend. "C-calm down, Harry!"
"Calm down!? How the fuck can I possibly calm down!? Dumbledore tried to resurrect the Dursleys! The fucking Dursleys, Hermione! And after all the effort Voldemort put in to kill them too!"
At this, Marvolo, glanced up from the newspaper he had taken from Harry. "I assure you, it hardly took any effort." Then he turned his attention back to the paper.
Relaxing slightly, Harry huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, I don't doubt that at all."
Hermione, however, looking quite pale all of a sudden, stared at them in clear shock, brown eyes wide. "W-what? You-you-V-Voldemort?"
Harry blinked, and then understood. "Right, Hermione, Voldemort, Voldemort, Hermione," he said with simple gestures, too upset to bother explaining things properly. "Try not to kill one another," was all he added to that.
Luckily, the witch was smart enough to figure things out on her own. "Are you telling me that our new History of Magic professor is the Dark Lord in disguise?"
Harry shrugged. "Pretty much. Oh, and apparently Dumbledore already knows that Leo Bright is Voldemort."
"Then why in the world did he hire him!?"
He shrugged again. "Why did he try to bring the Dursleys back to life?" he questioned in return.
"...Fair point," Hermione conceded. Releasing a deep sigh, she lowered herself down into the armchair that had just appeared behind her, courtesy of the Room's magic.
"What did you do with those severed fingers I sent you?" Marvolo said suddenly.
"Severed fingers?"
Hermione nudged him harshly. "The Dursleys, Harry," she hissed. Although she supposed she couldn't be surprised he had forgotten, considering everything that had just happened.
"Oh, right, that. I let Dumbledore take th-" he paled. "Fuck."
Marvolo lowered the newspaper, and fixed Harry with a stern gaze. "Are you daft? What possessed you to allow him of all people to-"
"Well what the fuck else was I supposed to do!?" Harry retorted heatedly. "It was a box of fingers! What else was I supposed to do with them!?" he repeated. "Sleep with them at my bloody bedside!?" ...That made a really weird mental image.
"You could have fed them to your owl," the man pointed out.
Harry scoffed. "And risk infecting her with parasites? Hell no!" Although, Ron probably would have eaten them himself. It wasn't as if he really paid attention to what exactly he put into his mouth.
Hermione sighed as she listened, and rubbed her temples. "You can argue about all this later. We have class, Harry." Which also meant Marvolo had to head off to teach, though she wasn't about to tell him what to do. New professor or not, he was still Voldemort.
"But, Hermione-!"
"You're not skipping class, Harry!"
"Indeed." Marvolo set the paper down now, seemingly finished with it, and got to his feet. As the two teens watched, he reapplied his glamour, once more taking on the image of Leo Bright. Once he was satisfied with his appearance, he made his way over to the door, opened it, and then turned back to look at them, smiling. "Come now, children, it's time for you to go to class."
"...Oh god, that's terrifying."
"Worse than Trev-"
"Nothing can be worse than that."
And so, with that, the group split up. Professor Bright headed over to his office, while Harry and Hermione walked down the corridor towards Gryffindor Tower, which luckily wasn't far from the Room of Requirement.
"So, Harry," Hermione voiced suddenly, glancing at her friend, "did you enjoy that kiss yesterday?"
Harry froze mid-step. "W-what?"
"Did you enjoy Professor Bright's kiss?" It was clear, even without looking at her, that she was grinning.
Harry made an odd squeaking sound, whatever he had said completely indecipherable due to the way his voice had just cracked. Not trusting himself to speak, he levelled his friend with an angry glare instead, trying his hardest to forget that stupid, lovely, fucking kiss.
Hermione's grin grew smug, and she laughed cheerfully, only growing louder when she caught sight of the blush now staining Harry's cheeks.
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