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Chapter 8: Voldie at Hogwarts!
Harry was very tired after his exhausting day and decided to go take a nap in the Gryffindor Common Room. No sooner had he entered through the Portrait Hole with several second years, Ginny had rushed over and scooped him up in her arms.
She walked over with him (he was in a very uncomfortable position) and sat with her friends, doing her homework. He sat on her lap. Harry liked this; he purred.
Ginny scratched him behind the ears and he purred even more loudly. She put her book down and petted him. He purred even louder; he liked it when Ginny did this.
She picked up her book again and Harry meowed at her to continue petting him.
She sighed and put her book down before McGonagall came rushing in, her hat askew.
"Everyone!" she exclaimed, looking flustered and pale at the same time (if such a thing is possible). "Quick, to your Dormitories! Lock your doors and hide under the beds. Quickly!"
"Why?" asked a sissy first year boy.
"Because I'm afraid he-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is in the castle!" McGonagall screamed. "Now get to your Dormitories!"
"That won't be necessary, Minerva," said a snake-like voice from behind the Professor. Smoke filled the room, but it wasn't thick enough to hide the Fog Machines from view. A few people screamed as the lights went out and the Dark Lord stepped into the room… and tripped over a footstool.
"You idiot," barked Voldemort. "Turn those lights back on, I can't see a thing!"
"Sorry," Peter Pettigrew squeaked. "Crabbe was chewing on the wires!"
"Tell Crabbe that I'm mad at him for ruining my entrance," retorted Voldemort.
Peter nodded, awe in his eyes: the Dark Lord really was quite evil. Professor McGonagall covered her hand over her mouth, looking as though she were about to scream. Several girls fainted.
Harry hissed at Voldemort and hopped off of Ginny's shaking lap. The Dark Lord didn't notice: he was too busy trying to untangle his black, swishing robes from the legs of the footstool.
Harry looked around. Wasn't anyone going to do something besides gape in horror at the Dark Lord's attempts to free himself from the footstool? Ron was… he was watching the fly, instead. Hermione was nowhere to be seen and Ginny was shaking in her seat, but staring fixedly at Voldemort.
Harry yowled at the Dark Lord. Voldemort looked down at Harry, recognition flickering in his bright red eyes that made him look like he'd been opening them underwater in a chlorine pool too many times.
"Aha! I have you now!" he screamed, lunging at Harry. Harry yowled and trotted back over to Ginny. In lunging, Voldie tripped and fell flat on his already-flat face.
Ginny scooped Harry up in her arms and held him tightly. Harry couldn't breathe.
"Give me that cat!" commanded Voldemort, still not untangled from the footstool.
"Why do you want Chester?" Ginny demanded. Harry yowled in her defense.
"Because I am a Dark Lord," Voldemort replied, deciding to discard the robes and the footstool at the same time. He took of the robes.
"Strip Party!" exclaimed Terry Boot.
Several guys from sixth-year yelled "woot" and took of their robes, too, swinging them over their heads.
"Go back to your own Common Room," someone yelled to Terry Boot, who was a Ravenclaw.
Voldie looked very angry. "Put your clothes on!"
"Why?" asked Colin Creevy, who was taking off a shoe.
"Because I am a Dark Lord," retorted Voldie. As Colin's sock came off, he fainted.
"Too much skin, Colin," said his little brother, Dennis. Colin shrugged and put his shoe back on.
Voldemort regained consciousness in mere seconds. "Give me the cat!"
"No!" Ginny screamed. "Chester is my cat and I wouldn't give him to you, you nasty, evil bully!"
Harry yowled and looked at Voldemort through his bright green eyes. Voldemort was fuming… it was as though he had PMS.
"Miss Weasley, give him the cat and he will go away," McGonagall said slowly. "You are endangering our lives keeping your cat."
Harry growled at McGonagall for saying this. So much for her being one of his favorite teachers! Well she wasn't getting her Christmas present of mouse on a stick from him, after all!
"Yes, listen to your teacher, little…" Voldemort trailed off as he took a hard look at Ginny. "Ginevra? Ginevra Weasley?"
Ginny nodded slowly, clutching Harry in her arms.
"It has been a long time since I met you, Ginevra," he said coolly. "Since you were a first-year, I believe… and a diary…"
"I know your secret, Tom Riddle!" Ginny shouted.
Voldemort laughed sinisterly. "Everyone knows my true name, little weasel, you have nothing on me!"
"True," Ginny admitted. "But I know what you did in your third year at Hogwarts! Or have you forgotten that little tidbit of information?"
Voldemort's eyes narrowed, "You wouldn't dare…"
"But I would," Ginny replied, narrowing her eyes as well, just to add effect.
There was an intake of breath from the Gryffindors and Terry Boot, who still hadn't gone back to his own Common Room and left them all alone yet.
"Leave, or I'll tell," Ginny threatened.
"Curses!" Voldemort said, stamping his foot. "You may have beaten me this time, stupid cat, with your precious owner! But I will catch you and hang you by your tail!"
And Voldemort was gone, but the Death Eaters forgot to take the Fog Machines back with them. McGonagall turned them off. Everyone looked at Ginny admiringly.
"What was his secret?" they all wanted to know.
Ginny grinned triumphantly. "In third year, he had a crush on his student teacher – Professor McGonagall!"