Chapter 6 I think
“What’re you doing?” Alex asked, half curious and half shy.
“Just making sure Da Stone Of Smartiness isn’t stolen.” Harry explained.
They ducked their head, and said, “Okay.”
Alas, it had only taken a few months for them to realise that there was no escaping their friends’ weirdness, and had recently come to accept it instead of question it- not that they had ever voiced such questions, mind.
Grinning, Harry, with a moleskin bag packed with the titbits that he would need for this adventure, walked out of the Library. Making his way to the Forbidden Corridor, there stood one (or two) person (peopleeeee), who was opening the door to the room that held the Spot.
“Hello, Prof!” Harry beamed at his Professor, who had jumped rather comically at his voice.
“M-Mr P-P-Potter,” said da Parasite Person, “W-W-What a-are you d-d-doing here?”
Ah, yes. He seemed to have remembered his stutter.
“T-Ten p-p-points f-from S-S-S-Slytherin.” He added.
Skipping towards him, Harry hummed and took something out of his bag.
The Professor took a step back as the boy prowled forwards.
A sharp grin was on the face of the Boy-Who-Lived, twisting his features into something inhuman, something so devastating that-
Quirrel took another step backwards, and it was only then he noticed that he was fully submerged in the room with the Cerberus.
Gulping, he turned around to face the creature, with the Dotteds’ fangs on full display.
“You’ve lost, Voldemort.” Harry whispered, words echoing throughout the chambers. “You’ve lost, and there’s no-where for you to run.”
Looking down at his feet, Quirrel noticed that he was in the middle a circle of runes that seemed suspiciously unfamiliar.
Laughing maniacally, the Master of Death continued. “You’ve just doomed the both of you. What do have to say to that, Voldemort?”
In a hazy daze not unlike the Imperius Curse, Quirrel unwound his turban, and the Dark Lord’s face, nose and all, was on full display for the Boy-Who-Lived to see.
Then he collapsed.
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
Murmuring an incantation, Harry continued to go over the runes in his blood, making the last little flick in Death’s language.
Standing up, he turned towards the unconscious body of Quirrel and the parasitic Dark Lord.
The room became chilling in its embrace, and he held up his hands as his murmuring transformed into talking, and then into incoherent shouting- he was glad he’d surrounded the jointed rooms with silencing Wards.
The joint body rose, an invisible wind fluttering around them as the Dark Lord’s soul began to piece itself together, destroying Quirrel’s body in the process.
However, as this happened, in the other room a different body was slowly appearing.
The body of one Lord Voldemort at twenty years old.
“Abra’s SO gonna kill me for this,” Harry said, pouting as he kicked the unconscious body of the Dark Lord rather pettily.
“hAdRiAn EvAnS pEvErAll!” Harry paled, and Boldemort began to stir.
“Oh dips.” Thundering footsteps dramatically somehow echoed just before the door opened, with Abra’s affronted face awaiting on the other side.
“How could you?” Abra said, eyes welling up in tears as he took a step back, staring at the Dark Lord. “Do you know what you’ve done?”
Harry took a step towards him, arms helplessly reaching towards him. But Abra only flinched.
“I can’t believe you did it without me!”
Bawling out crocodile tears, Harry blowed his nose on a tissue he had just conjured. There was no wand in sight. “I’m so sorry!” He waled, “I couldn’t help it! The opportunity was right there!”
Pouting, Abra replied, “You could’ve at least sent a patronus.”
Staring at him, tears no-where in sight (along with the tissue), Harry asked wearily, “And how exactly did you know I was here?”
Blinking, Abra replied, “Oh, that’s easy. Death told me.”
Harry grumbled, “I shouldn’t have introduced you two.”
Smiling, beaming like the sun on the most extravagant- uh, never mind- Abra played innocent. “What do you mean? We’ve become best buds over the years.”
Harry groaned.
“Don’t worry.” His queerplatonic bestie petted his shoulder consolingly. “I love you too.”
Groaning, Harry covered his face with his hands as Voldemort slowly blinked up at the ceiling.
After a minute or two, sensing he wasn’t alone, Voldemort immediately sat up, and (somehow) gracefully scrambled to his feet.
“Harry Potter,” he hissed.
Scrunching his nose slightly, Harry looked contemplatively at him. “I used to be you in another life.”
Indicating to the only blond in the room, he pathetically pruned and petted the older’s head.
“I met him as Abraxas Malfoy.” The BWL sighed. “He now goes by Abra.”
Confusion flashed in Voldemort’s eyes. “What-”
A stunner hit Voldy from behind, and Harry, wondering what would happen, allow