Hello everyone, here it is the new chapter, and the results of the poll, Harry Potter's hive won't start until year 4. As stated before, any further notices will be placed here in bold instead of taking up an entire chapter. Hope you enjoy.

October 7

A few nights after meeting with Dumbledore, Harry was out on his usual nightly run when he came across Quirrell in the woods about to attack a unicorn. He acted fast, moving as a shadow amongst the flora, he pounced onto the professor knocking him to the ground, Quirrell turned into a cloud of smoke and appeared behind a tree trying and failing to hide from the unknown predator. Harry approached the tree letting out a hiss of warning

Then Harry heard a voice that didn't sound like Quirrell's, "Why do you attack a speaker, serpent?"

Harry became confused, knowing he was now talking to a fellow parseltongue it became easier to talk to him in his xeno form, "These are my hunting grounds and you humans are not welcome here."

"I'm a speaker, I'm not like the other humans, I mean no ill will to you."

"It doesn't matter, leave now or face my wrath."

"I'm afraid I can't do that," the voice responded, the tone of civility gone from his voice.

"Then die," Harry replied as he dashed towards the man. He moved so fast in the dark he was almost invisible, almost being the key word. The wizard shot several spells at the shadow missing him many times, eventually managing to hit him with a nasty confrigo.

The fire from the blasting curse causing Harry to back off from the wizard as he felt a large pain in his dome from the fire, but he looked back to the wizard. He ran at the man dodging the spells being fired at him as he grew closer to his target. He ran at the man using his barbed tail to stab at the man's stomach. The man managed to get away from Harry but was left severely wounded. Harry felt proud of himself until he heard the man speak again.

"This isn't over you miserable creature, you will rue the day you made an enemy of Lord Voldemort," he said disappearing into a cloud of smoke heading back for the castle.

'Well shit,' Harry thought to himself. Sure, it's just his luck that the guy who killed his parents would show up here of all places. Hogwarts, the safest place in wizarding England, 'Bullshit.' The only thing Harry couldn't piece together was how Voldemort and Quirrell smelled the same. His thoughts however remained clouded by the pain he still felt in his dome, so much so he almost didn't notice the centaurs' approach. As he heard them draw nearer, he hid in the shadows. His head still ached as he tried to listen to what they were saying.

"This one is unharmed," Firenze remarked.

"Yes, but what happened? There's a lot of blood here, human by the look of it, and half the trees are blown to pieces," another centaur said.

"The wizards have noticed our plight and come to help, Bane."

"Don't get your hopes up Firenze, it is just as likely that they are the ones to blame!"

"I don't want to get into another argument with you can't you just accept that I was right, the stars showed that the killings are being fought against by someone else."

Bane wanted to contest the idea, but the evidence was damning. Soon the centaurs lead the unicorn further into the woods away from the castle.

Harry began to wonder if he could befriend the centaurs, though it would be impossible in both his forms as no one else could understand his hisses and Bane and the other centaurs seemed to distrust humans. Harry didn't think long about this though as the pain in his head kept distracting him.

'Note to self, don't get blasted in the future,' Harry thought to himself, he rested in the forest most of the night until he made his way back to the castle. Despite the headache and Voldemort being nearby, Harry managed to get some sleep.

As Harry woke up that Tuesday morning his head still ached slightly from the night before. Looking in the mirror, Harry was relieved it left no noticeable mark. After getting dressed he made his way to charms class with nothing of note happening.

As Harry sat in the Great Hall talking with Parvati and the twins, he noticed that Quirrell was sitting with the rest of the teachers, but he reeked of blood. Harry also noticed as the man began to leave for his classroom, that he was holding his hand against his stomach. Harry smiled in pride as the man left the great hall, that would keep Quirrell away from the unicorns for a while, but if he attacked Quirrell last night, then why could Quirrell speak parseltongue? Why was he calling himself Voldemort? Why wasn't he in the infirmary?

Harry looked closer at the man, noticing him strain himself as he winced whenever he turned to address another teacher. 'He's hiding his injury from the staff,' Harry thought to himself before he got a idea. He asked the twins to pull a prank on Quirrell.

There was nothing they could do this early in the day with no preparation. The twins had something they had been working on for quite a while, but they wouldn't tell Harry what it was.

Later that evening

It was Dinner time and the Great Hall was filled with students and teachers. Harry didn't know when this supposed prank would happen till he noticed how Fred and George kept looking over at the teacher's table. As Quirrell took a big bite out of piece of cake the twins began to congratulate themselves.

"What did you do?" Harry asked.

"Itch Icing on the cake," Fred replied, and at this neither Harry nor Parvati could help but watch the poor Professor and wait, it didn't take long as Quirrell's skin began to break out and his skin began to itch. The rest of the Great Hall soon were all watching the newest victim in a long line of Weasley pranks. Soon after that he was taken to Madame Pomphrey and she discovered his injury.

She gave him an anti-itch salve as well as some other potions to help with the injury, when asked what happened Quirrell replied, "Terrible accident with a dark creature in the forest." Which while not entirely false, made Pomphrey give him a rather long rant about the dangers in the forest, and needing to be more careful etc. etc.

Though what Harry felt very strange was despite the fact he itched everywhere, Quirrell would not remove his turban at all. 'Could Voldemort be disguised that much by simply donning a turban?' Harry questioned himself. Then thinking about it, he had never seen a picture of Voldemort, and no one described what he looked like so he couldn't really be anyone and Harry wouldn't know.

Harry decided to go to the twins and see the map to check something, and right where Quirrell was supposed to be on the map was a confusing sight. The dot where Quirrell was overlapped by a cloud that read Thomas Riddle.

"What does a cloud represent?" Harry asked.

"Ghosts, Poltergeists, spirits, etc.," Fred replied, "See, there's Nearly Headless Nick in the common room."

"So, who is Tom Riddle?"

"No idea," George replied, "They never split, and I've never seen the ghost."

"Isn't that a bit odd?" Harry asked.

"Not really, I've read many stories about ghosts haunting people instead of places," Fred replied.

"Could Quirrell be possessed?"

"No, at least not fully, he doesn't have any of the symptoms of possession," George replied.

"At least not that we've seen," Fred added.

'Then I'll just have to find out just who this Tom Riddle guy is and why he's so close to Quirrell,' Harry thought to himself.