Quirrell was in his office, marking papers for the snotty nosed brats
he had to teach. His office was the only place where he didn't have
to maintain that stupid stutter, fortunately Dumbledore didn't suspect
anything. But his master had warned him not to underestimate him.
Speaking of his master, his master's behaviour was curious as of
late. He thought it was strange that his master didn't seem to care
about the boy-who-lived, he wondered why. Sure the boy was an
arrogant imbecile but he was responsible for hindering his master
the first time yet his master didn't care.
His master was more interested in the other Potter, the Slytherin
Potter who was vastly different from his brother. The Slytherin Potter
was a handsome and intelligent boy who held respect from his
house, admittedly he was more interesting than the other one.
Perhaps his master wanted to recruit him, but if that was the case his
master wouldn't have ordered him to try to hex his broom.
Ah well, it was not his place to ask his master. Especially after he got
that Slytherin girl instead, his master was most displeased by that
and proceeded to punish him.
He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard his office door
close, which was weird as it was already shut. He stood up and saw
who had just closed his door, a man about the same height as
Quirrell was standing in his office and had just locked the door, he
waved his wand around and placed some locking and privacy
charms.
"W...who a…are you?" Quirrell stuttered
The man turned to look at him, and Quirrell began studying him. The
man was dressed in muggle clothes, black trainers and jeans, a grey
hooded jacket, and black gloves. His hood was up and he had a
black bandana covering the lover half of his face. What interested
Quirrell was the man's eyes which were a bright yellow and slighted,
was this person a werewolf? Surely not, the full moon was at least a
week away.
The man slid his wand back up his right sleeve, Quirrell was getting
a bit unnerved by the man's gaze. Everything about the man
screamed dangerous, Quirrell quickly went for his wand but the man
wasn't having any of it.
He charged at Quirrell and grabbed him by his wrist and throat and
shoved him against the wall, before Quirrell could begin saying
anything the man began striking him in the stomach with his knees.
Quirrell could barely breath at this point, the man slammed Quirrell's
wrist against the wall which caused Quirrell to drop his wand.
Quirrell tried to push him off, but the man responded by punching
him in the face before he tossed him on the floor. Quirrell tried to get
up when the man kicked the back of Quirrell's legs, then he grabbed
Quirrell and tossed him so he was sitting back in his chair.
"Had enough?" The man asked in a deep voice
"Who are you?" Quirrell breathed, forgetting about his stutter.
"No one of consequence" The man replied
"Why are you doing this? I've done nothing to you"
"Not yet at least" The man replied "tell me Quirrell, why did you try to
curse that broom?"
"It wasn't me" Quirrell immediately responded
"Do not lie to me" The man said calmly "were you aiming for the
girl?"
"I didn't do anything" Quirrell maintained, the man responded by
pulling out his wand and firing a cutting curse at Quirrell's left leg.
"I said don't lie to me" The man spoke as Quirrell cried out in pain
"were you aiming for the girl?" Quirrell after a short pause, shook his
head to say no. "The boy then? You were aiming for Harry Potter
weren't you?" Quirrell didn't respond. "I can take that as a yes"
"You know nothing" Quirrell growled
"I know that there should be a cell in Azkaban with your name on it"
The man replied "but one thing I really don't know, is why? Why do it
Quirrell?"
"Do you care for the boy?" Quirrell asked
"I don't care if either of the Potter twins die" The man responded
"what I do care about is why you did it?"
"Let me speak to him" A raspy voice spoke, the man looked around
to find the source of the voice.
"Master, you are not strong enough" Quirrell said
"I have strength, enough for this" The voice continued, the man
narrowed his eyes at Quirrell who went about removing his turban.
Quirrell rose and the man stepped back, preparing to attack and
defend himself. Quirrell turned around, the man's yellow eyes
widened when he saw a face on the back of Quirrell's head.
"Who are you?" The man asked
"I am the dark lord, Voldemort" The face spoke "who are you?"
"I haven't chosen a name yet" The man answered "perhaps in the
future, for now I'd like to ask a few questions. The main one is why
the most dangerous dark lord of all time is currently living in this
pathetic fools body when he was supposed to be destroyed by the
Potter boy?"
"Destroy me?" Voldemort laughed "Nobody can destroy me, I am
immortal"
"That doesn't answer my question"
"How dare you interrupt my master?!" Quirrell shouted
"Quiet" The man ordered "you are irrelevant now, so tell me, what
are you doing here?"
"Why should I tell you?" Voldemort sneered
"Because I'll figure it out either way" The man replied "you could
save me the time. In fact, I believe I know what you're after"
"Do you?" Voldemort asked slowly
"Yes" The man nodded "that old fool is hiding something in the third
floor corridor, that's what you're after, isn't it?"
"Yes" Voldemort admitted "I must say, you intrigue me, you seem to
have no love for the Potter boys or the headmaster"
"The headmaster" The man snorted "is a tired, old, delusional fool
who believes he knows best. As for the Potter boys, one is an
arrogant and talentless brat while the other is unimportant"
"Oh" Voldemort chuckled "how wrong you are, how incredibly wrong
you are" Before the man could reply, a large sound was heard
outside. It seemed that somebody was trying to open the door.
"We should talk more, another time perhaps" The man said
"Yes" Voldemort smiled "perhaps"
Quirrell quickly began putting his turban back on, by the time he was
done the door burst open. Standing in the doorway with their wands
drawn were Albus Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and
Professor Flitwick.
"H...headm...master" Quirrell stuttered
"Who are you?" Dumbledore demanded
The figure slowly turned to face the headmaster, he slowly raised
both of his arm. The three kept their wands on him, soon his hands
were up in the air.
"You were asked a question" McGonagall spoke "who are you?"
"Nobody of consequence" The man answered
"I insist you tell me who you are" The headmaster demanded
"Very well" The man drawled "I am...escaping"
A wand shot from his sleeve into his right hand, he turned it and a
high pitch scream echoed in the air. Dumbledore quickly shot off a
stunner before he began covering his ears, the man dodge then
grabbed Quirrell's desk and tossed it at the headmaster with one
arm.
The headmaster blasted the desk, and all three teachers were about
to fire when they heard a sound of glass smashing. It seemed that
the man had jumped out of the window, the Professors quickly
rushed to the window and looked out of it. They saw nothing, not
even a bird.
"Are you alright Professor Quirrell?" Professor Flitwick asked
"Y...es" Quirrell got out "but I t...think he b...broke some r...ibs"
"Ribs?!" Professor McGonagall shouted "There's a cutting curse on
your leg, what other spell did he hit you with?"
"He d...didn't, he attacked me ph...physically"
"Physically?" Dumbledore asked
"Y…yes" Quirrell stuttered that annoying stutter "he s...strangled me,
k...kneed me repeatedly, and p...punched me"
"My goodness" McGonagall exclaimed "why would he do that?"
"I...I don't k...know"
"Very well" Dumbledore said "could the two of you escort him to the
hospital wing?"
"Yes, of course headmaster" Flitwick nodded. McGonagall and
Flitwick gently guided Quirrell out of his office and towards the
hospital wing.
Dumbledore was left deep in thought, who was this mysterious
stranger? Why did he attack Quirrell? And why did he attack him
physically? The man clearly had his wand with him, yet chose to
resort to physical violence, Dumbledore wondered if the man knew
about Voldemort residing in Quirrell head.
Dumbledore had worked it out a long time ago, the only reason he
didn't do anything about it was because it was a good test for Adrian.
He hoped that this new man wouldn't ruin his plans, Adrian still had
to discover the third floor corridor and the mirror.
At breakfast the next day, Harry sat with Daphne and Tracy as he
usually did. The three looked around and saw a huge number of
people gossiping, and talking with each other along with the
occasional glance at the teachers table.
"Do I even want to know?" Harry asked
"Yes" Tracy nodded
"Fine, why is everyone gossiping?"
"Well" Tracy replied "apparently Quirrell was attacked yesterday"
"By who?" Daphne asked
"Probably his own shadow" Harry sighed "or maybe an overly
enthusiastic fly, I swear I don't know what Dumbledore is thinking,
hiring him as a teacher"
"Well" Tracy continued "from what I've heard it was a person, who
apparently hurt the professor then escaped Dumbledore,
McGonagall and Flitwick."
"How the bloody hell do you know all this?" Harry raised an eyebrow
"I have my ways" Tracy smiled as she continued eating
"So I'm guessing this means that we miss defence" Daphne spoke
"Unless they get a replacement" Harry pointed out
"True" Daphne nodded "but who would be the replacement?"
"Might be Dumbledore" Tracy suggested
"I hope not" Harry sighed "I can't listen to a word that man says"
"Why not?" Daphne asked
"Too distracted by his horrible dress sense" Harry gestured to the
teachers table where Dumbledore was wearing a purple dress, as
that was what Harry was willing to describe it as.
"That's mean" Tracy said
"To my eyes" Harry replied
"Weren't we talking about Quirrell?" Daphne pointed out
"Fine" Harry sighed "so let's say Quirrell was attacked, big deal. How
does it affect us?"
"So you really don't care what happens to Quirrell?" Tracy asked with
a disappointed look
"Hey, it's not like he died" Harry defended himself "besides, like I
said, not much we can do about it."
"True" Daphne agreed "let the adults handle it"
"Yeah" Harry nodded "we have more important things to think about,
like quidditch or how long it will take Daphne to profess her love for
me"
"I don't love you" Daphne glared at him
"No, you don't love me yet" Harry smiled playfully
"I would never say I love you"
"My mum said the same thing to my dad" Harry pointed out "and
their married. By the way Daph, summer wedding or winter?" Tracy
giggled and eventually Daphne lightened up.
"You're not funny Harry" She smiled "besides, knowing me I'll
probably get forced into a marriage contract by some pure-blooded
arse"
"I am being forced into a contract" Harry casually spoke
"WHAT?!" Daphne and Tracy screamed
"Could you say that a bit louder? I don't think the America has heard
you yet" Harry put up some privacy wards so they wouldn't attract
attention.
"You're in a marriage contract?!" Tracy exclaimed, Daphne looked
visibly upset, even though she tried to hide it.
"I am for now" Harry replied, Daphne perked up at this
"For now?" She asked
"Yeah, I went to Gringotts a while back and found out that some old
relative of mine had made a marriage contract between me and
another family. I couldn't find out which family as I could only learn if
my parents told me or if I was of age."
"So you have to get married into some random family?" Tracy asked
"No" Harry shook his head "by the age of fourteen, I can claim head
of house if my parents haven't woken up yet"
"What?" Tracy was confused
"If the head of house can't perform their duties then it gets passed to
the next eldest member" Harry explained "as mum and dad can't
perform their duties, it passes to me and the earliest I can claim the
position is at fourteen. Until then I either put a proxy in place or don't
do anything, the proxy isn't allowed to make any big changes like the
contract.
I do however have a person who I've been sending letters to act as
my proxy, he'll deal with all the financial and legal stuff until I'm of
age. But once I have become fourteen I can take the position and
cancel the contract."
"Wow" Daphne breathed
"I know, sad part is Dumbledore knows as well"
"Why is that bad?" Daphne asked
"Because he'll want me to give the position to his golden boy or
assign himself as proxy" Harry answered "either way, he'd have total
control. I expect he'll come and talk to me about it soon."
"Why?" Daphne raised an eyebrow
"Probably because the goblins are taking money from his vault to
compensate for the money he took from the Potters vault without
permission" Harry shrugged, and the girls went wide eyed "in fact, I
think that's the letter that would inform him"
At this point a Gringotts owl had flown into the hall and delivered the
letter, it then flew off before Dumbledore could even open it.
Dumbledore opened his letter, and he went a little red at reading it.
He stood up and walked out, as calmly as he could.
"Told you" Harry smirked
"His been taking money from your accounts?!" Daphne couldn't
believe it
"Believe it" Harry replied "I don't know if my less than handsome twin
knows about it but I was very unimpressed when I found out that the
old man had been digging his fingers into the hard earned gold of my
ancestors."
"That's illegal!" Tracy hissed "You could take him to court!"
"A court full of Dumbledore supporters? No thanks, if I wanted to
waste my time I'd teach the boy-who-eats and his redheaded friend
about table manners"
The rest of Harry's day went as normal, Hermione shot him death
glares whenever he did better than her in class, which was all the
time. Adrian and Ron shot him death glares whenever he breathed,
which was all the time. Draco shot him death glares whenever he did
both, which was all the time.
He also flirted repeatedly with Daphne who blushed as Tracy
alternated between laughing, snickering and giggling throughout the
day along with the occasional snort. Dumbledore had taken over the
defence against the dark arts lesson for the day, which pleased
Adrian, Hermione, Ron and the rest of the Gryffindor's.
Not the Slytherin's though, especially not Harry. He noticed that while
Dumbledore didn't openly discriminate against the Slytherin's, he did
it subtly by doing things such as missing one who put his hand up in
favour of a Gryffindor and looking a ton more happy when
Gryffindor's answered the questions.
Soon the lesson ended, Harry was about to make his way out when
he heard his name called by the headmaster. He gestured his friends
to continue, once they left Harry turned around and saw his brother
standing with the headmaster.
"Yes sir?" Harry asked politely "How may I help you?"
"I would like to have a little discussion with you, Mr Potter"
Dumbledore answered
"Clearly sir, but may I ask what the topic of this discussion is?"
"Today I have received a letter from Gringotts" Dumbledore spoke "it
was a letter saying I had to refund all that I had taken from the Potter
accounts, you can imagine my shock. I was most surprised"
"As was I sir" Harry replied
"Really?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow
"Yes" Harry nodded "I thought they were going to take way more
time than that, say what you want about goblins but you have to
admit the little buggers are efficient"
"You actually did this?!" Adrian exclaimed
"No, little brother, the goblins did this" Harry replied "I just asked
them to do it"
"Harry" Dumbledore spoke
"It's Hadrian sir, or Mr Potter" Harry reminded him
"Yes, Mr Potter" Dumbledore amended "can I ask why you did this?"
"You can" Harry replied, the room went silent for a few seconds
when Dumbledore realised that the boy actually wanted him to ask.
"Why did you do this?"
"I thought it was simple" Harry raised an eyebrow "you took money
without permission and I've simply had it retrieved, you may lose
some extra money for violating the rules but I think that's a pretty fair
deal"
"Stop being stupid!" Adrian spoke up "Our parents probably gave him
that money!"
"They didn't" Harry replied "the money was taken after they went into
their comas, and his received the money from the Potter accounts
multiple times after. The last of which was on our tenth birthday, so
unless our parents have woken and walked up to Gringotts, I don't
believe it.
Besides I'm not sacrificing our family's money on 'probably' , if our
parents wish for the headmaster to keep the money then they can
give it back to him after they wake up. If you really want to give the
headmaster money then take it out of your trust vault, the family
vault is off limits"
"Harry, what's wrong with you?!" Adrian hissed "He's Dumbledore,
leader of the light!"
"And you're a Potter!" Harry shot back "The Potters are a proud
family, the best in Britain. Our family has given birth to inventors,
politicians, healers, warriors and so much more. Our grandfather
was able to fight off twenty-one death eaters before he was struck
down, we didn't care about blood purity but we cared about family
and I am not wasting the hard earned money of our ancestors so you
can please the headmaster. Until mum and dad wake up, I have to
resume responsibility as head of house."
"Mr Potter" Dumbledore spoke "you cannot be head of house, you
are too young"
"I'm aware, which is why I will be assigning a proxy" Harry replied
"my proxy will take care of the day to day running's until I am of age"
"Mr Potter, I was a friend of your parents" Dumbledore pointed out "I
would be more than willing to become your proxy"
"No thank you" Harry refused "I already have someone I want to
assign as a proxy"
"Who is this person?" Dumbledore asked calmly, internally he was
seething. Hopefully he could convince the person to refuse, if he
couldn't then maybe he could control them.
"He hasn't accepted yet, so I feel no need to tell you his name."
Harry answered "However, if he refuses, then it will be disappointing
but I will still have a few back up choices. So there is no need to
worry headmaster, after all, you are just a headmaster and forgive
me for saying so but frankly the Potter family business is none of
yours"
"Young man, your attitude is not a good one, your parents would be
most disappointed" Dumbledore put on his best grandfatherly look of
disappointment
"No sir, my parents would be James and Lily Potter" Harry retorted
"and I don't know either of them enough to know how they would
feel, but whatever it is they do feel, I'll discuss it with them if they
wake up. Now, good day to you sir and brother, stay out of trouble"
Harry turned on his feet and walked out of the classroom, leaving a
shocked boy-who-lived and headmaster. Neither could believe that
the young boy had just refused Albus Dumbledore, the leader of the
light and had just walked away from him.