[31st October, 1990.]
[Nate's POV]
As he sat on the head of Gryffindor Table, Nate looked as everyone was talking about the feast around him. George and Fred talking about the new girls they had met.
As Nate sat there, he felt lonely, surrounded by people enjoying themselves, he felt like he was wasting his life by not socializing and talking to people.
' Damn I am jealous- these people are relaxed. Well, I am sad, and they are feeling happy, doesn't seem fair?' Nate grinned mischievously.
[Great Hall]
[Albus Dumbledore's POV]
As the halloween feast was in full swing, the students were focused on eating and chatting.
The festive mood was however spoiled when the doors of the great hall opened.
The person who walked in was Lord Voldemort. Albus could recognise the man's distorted face anywhere in the world.
Dumbledore was about to grab the deathstick to fight the man but something alerted him to a problem.
' The wards! They don't recognise him as a threat?' Then it flashed in Albus' mind. Lord Voldemort was not here. This was nothing more than either projection or an illusion.
His mind flashed to an illusionist he knew immediately, ' What is that you wish to achieve my boy?'
The illusion opened its mouth, "Nine years it has been and Britain has forgotten me. I am your master and you dare forget me?" Shudders ran throughout the great hall.
Albus would play his part in this play. He was too curious to not.
He transfigured the house tables into wolves and horses that stood protectively before the students. Their chairs were transfigured immediately by Minerva into dogs.
' Thank goodness Severus is not here. His loyalty to me cannot be questioned by Lord Voldemort himself, it would isolate him.'
Filius had immediately jumped over the table to go take cover behind the statues and provide spell fire.
Albus moved from his seat as he transfigured the staff table into a horse as well and used the wooden horse as a staircase to move down the raised platform
The illusion continued however , "I am the heir of Salazar Slytherin. I can smell fear in the air." the man added a hissing noise at the end that resembled that even Albus feared he had misjudged the truth for a moment.
Albus said to the illusion, "Tom, foolish of you to come here. I thought muggles were the one that had trick or treat as tradition."
It sneered as the real one would, " Dumbledore, you have gotten older. Peace does not suit you."
"What do you want, Tom? If you wanted a duel you could have owled me. Merlin knows you have lost a lot of them."
The man snarled and then randomly flicked his wand towards the ravenclaw table, " Avada Kedavra."
A horse jumped in its path and got shattered by the eerily glowing beam of green light that resembled the killing curse.
Albus' brows furrowed, ' He has mastered illusions to such a degree. Fascinating. He is really a genius at intuitive magic.'
"I would be careful with the spells, you don't want to hit the children of your servants with that spell. " Albus commented.
"My only true followers lie in Azkaban. The rest are just traitors that have betrayed my cause, they will get their due just as the rest of you." The illusion ranted.
Albus was about to reply when the man was suddenly engulfed by black smoke. He started screaming, "I will return! I am immortal! War will ravage these grounds when I do!"
Now Albus could call this farce out or he could act like he was afraid of what happened.
' This being real has more benefits. This will make his eventual return smoother. I had always wondered how his return would be like, I always knew the ministry would try to maintain the status quo and faking such a thing there would be impossible. But here where all their children are, the threat will feel more real.' Albus was feeling giddy and wanted to jump in joy.
He then turned, his face somber, "Prefects will guide you to your dormitories."
' I am going to teach Mr Grey silent apparition just for this.' Albus then turned and waved his hand reverting the transfiguration and setting them back properly.
He looked at Minerva ,"The staff is to meet me in the staff room in five minutes."
[1st November, 1990.]
[Nate's POV]
The sighting of Lord Voldemort had caused a stir of unimaginable scale. There had been doppelgangers pretending to be the man, but none were brave enough to come to Hogwarts or launch an attack on a student. The Weasleys and Jordan had rattled of late in the night about various ideas.
When asked about his thoughts, Nate had said that whatever magic it was, Nate did not recognise it.
As he moved towards the great hall, he could hear the portraits discussing how they had not seen anybody enter the Great Hall the day before.
' Because I am fucking average when it comes down to magical Area.' Nate thought bitterly. It had been a reminder that he was not all powerful.
' I could perform an enhancement ritual but they effect the mind so they aren't really an option.' Nate had many times considered smaller rituals but had given up on the idea because he did not want to risk it.
When he entered the great hall, he could see that the place looked like a funeral was going on. He observed three places first, the Slytherins looked like they were going to empty their stomachs while the Ravenclaws looked like they did not want to food in their stomachs in the first place.
' Well getting an Avada Kedavra thrown at your face does that to you.'
Nate then looked out at the face of the resident bat of the dungeons. The man was paler than a vampire and looked like he would keel over.
As Nate was observing others, he was getting observed by Albus Dumbledore. When Nate turned to look at the man, he did not give any acknowledgement other than a tiny quirking of his lips.
Nate ignored his urge to smile and took his usual seat at the Table's head.
As he was eating breakfast, he was interrupted by Charcoal flying in with the other owls and giving him a letter.
It was a letter from his grandfather sent as a reply to the previous day's incident. Nate had written in the letter what any other twelve year old would have written. The reply was just about how everything was okay and their had been no sightings of Lord Voldemort.
The same thing was happening all over the tables, Nate peaked at the Slytherins who were whispering amongst themselves as if talking about a great secret.
' The death eater block is probably in a frenzy right now, unsure whether to look for their lord or flee the country in fear of him. Not that they will succeed in either.' Nate nearly smiled again.
He handed Charcoal bacon before leaving the hall for classes.