Chapter 5: The Dark Lord is not dead
Voldemort woke up in an enormous bed. He quickly touched a few parts of his body to make sure that he still looked like Dumbledore, but the old hands and the beard made his worries disappear. He was still the headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He went out of the and changed from his (or rather, Dumbledore's) pyjama's into the long grey robes. He then went downstairs to his office and checked the clock.
5.30 A.M. There was still some time before breakfast (which started at 7.30 A.M.). Voldemort decided to have a look around the office and see what secrets Dumbledore had been keeping for himself.
One of the first things Voldemort discovered was the pensieve. He had heard about it before, but now it was actually the first time he saw it.
"Interesting…If I have enough time I might have a look into some of the old man's memories." said Voldemort to himself.
He wanted to continue his exploration tour when suddenly the light in the fireplace turned green.
Carefully, Voldemort took the Elder Wand out of Dumbledore's pockets and pointed it to the fire.
"Oh, calm down. It'sss only me." said a familiar voice and Rita Skeeter (A.K.A. Nagini) walked out of the fireplace.
Voldemort slowly lowered his wand and sighed in relief. Then he asked: "What are you doing here?"
"I came for two reasssons. One, I wanted to know how you're doing asss headmassster of Hogwartsss and two, I wanted to show you thisss." said Nagini she placed a copy of The Daily Prophet on Voldemort's desk.
"Look at the front page." said Nagini to her master.
Voldemort looked at the front page and saw a picture of his original body staring back at him. Above the picture was a headliner which read: THE DARK LORD IS DEAD.
"Excelent." said Voldemort with a smile on his face.
"On firssst sssight, yesss, but on sssecond, no." said Nagini.
Voldemort looked at her, confused.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Turn to page 2, you'll sssee." said Nagini.
Curious and confused, Voldemort turned over the page and saw his own image staring back at him. Underneath the image were the words: I'M NOT DEAD. THE PROPHET IS LYING.
"What is this supposed to mean?" said Voldemort angry.
"Well, it ssseemsss that sssomeone isss pretending to be you. And whoever thisss impossster isss, he or ssshe sssent an owl to the Daily Prophet to tell you're not dead." said Nagini.
"But who would be pretending to be…?" said Voldemort, but suddenly he stopped and then he said, quite angry: "Of course! That's who would do it!"
"Who are you talking about, My Lord?" Nagini asked.
"Wormtail." Voldemort whispered.
"WHAT?! OH, THE DIRTY TRAITOR! I'LL GET HIM!" Nagini yelled in anger.
"Good. I leave it up to you to kill him." said Voldemort.
"With pleasssure." Nagini said.
She then walked back into the fireplace and disappeared. Right after she had left, somebody knocked on the door of the headmaster's office.
"Come in." said Voldemort in Dumbledore's calm voice.
The door opened and McGonagall walked in. A smile appeared on Voldemort's face.
"Ah, Minerva. What brings you here?" he asked.
"Well, professor Dumbledore, you should go to the Great Hall. It's almost time for breakfast and-" said McGonagall, but she was interrupted.
"Breakfast can wait." said Voldemort.
"I beg you pardon?" McGonagall asked in confusion.
"Why don't we do something togheter. Just the two of us." said Voldemort.
McGonagall looked at him in surprise, not quite knowing what to say. A little smile crossed her face and her cheeks turned red. "Oh, Albus. That would be nice." she said.
"Yes, now follow me to the outside of the castle. There we shall aparate away." Voldemort said.
"Aparate away? To where?" McGonagall asked.
"You'll see." Voldemort replied.