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Chapter 90: Dementors! Part-2

{Great Hall, Hogwarts}

{10th Sep 1991}

{3rd Person POV}

*Bang*

"Attention!" Albus shouted. The blast from his wand was carefully controlled so that every eye automatically turned to him. He let the moment settle before he began speaking, "I know many of you are confused about what happened, but it was prudent to gather everyone in one place for security precautions."

Albus looked around all the students and then proceeded to give a vague explanation, just enough to fuel the rumors with countless possibilities, "Someone had infiltrated the Castle, and our security has been breached. To account for all possibilities, the castle would be put on lockdown for the night and searched while the teachers would patrol the great hall."

A string of gasps filled the hall at his explanation. Since none of the students had encountered Black, he didn't have to name him especially. The rumor mill would do its work and stretch the story far from the truth, making this night easily forgotten.

"Before your imaginations run wild, a good night of sleep would help, considering your classes would continue like normal-" A series of groans filled the room, so Albus raised his voice and continued, "- no one is permitted to leave the Great Hall for the night."

Albus then lifted his wand and waved it in a gentle arc. It was one of the most neutral wand movements that he was comfortable with, and only his tight grip over his mana made the next step possible. Conjuration was one of the most difficult magics. It was a branch of transfiguration where you transfigured air itself into whatever you wanted. 

Even Conjuration is divided into two magical branches. The first is like-for-like conjuration, which is taught at Hogwarts. In this, when you conjure an object, you take the same amount of air molecules into account. It doesn't cause much when done in small quantities, but in enclosed areas where there is a shortage of air itself, conjuration could be dangerous. 

The spell he used was the second type of Conjuration. He took just one air molecule per object, used his mana to duplicate the air molecule, and then transfigured the 'conjured' air into bedrolls. The whole process was complicated in reality, but to the students, it looked like the objects just popped out of nowhere, and now they had a place to sleep.

Normally, Albus would not have wasted this much mana on conjuring these beds. A word to the house elves, and they would arrange this same structure. His main objective was to calm everyone down. Although most of the student population were adults now, the fear of the unknown could be quite perilous. With his showcase of high-level magic, and the ridiculous explanations that the Hogwarts rumor mill would come up with, this whole tense situation would dissolve into bedtime gossip by tomorrow.

"Severus, can you follow me for a bit?" Albus canceled the soft Sonorus~ Charm that he was using and turned to instruct Severus. He then turned to Minerva and continued, "Minerva, discreetly check on both Rigel Black and Harry Potter. I don't think they know that it was Sirius who broke into the castle, so it shouldn't be too bad."

Seeing Minerva nod, he addressed the head of four houses, "Make sure no one leaves the Great Hall. If what I'm afraid comes to pass, we will need to be careful in the upcoming days. I'll go ahead and initiate the lockdown right after this..." Albus instructed, and he paid little attention to Minerva and her follow-up response, as a warning from the Hogwarts wards was already ringing in his mind.

'They came here faster than I expected...' Albus mused. He was banking on Cornelius's slow approach, but it seems that Lucius Malfoy has a hand in this. 

"Come along, Severus," Albus said, and then he glided across the hall. Students were already claiming their spots. He quickly walked through the hall's gates, and after Severus followed him, he pointed his wand at the door and started waving it in an intricate arc. 

...

Hogwarts was a castle designed for war, and although the wards didn't have the capabilities to kill the dementors, he could activate the revulsion wards to keep them from coming close to the castle. Cornelius would not be happy about being rejected straight away, but then again, this wasn't something he could butt in. He had already met the minister 3 times in the last week and knew the kind of pressure he was under and how to manipulate the situation.

*Clang Bang* *Clang Bang* *Clang Bang**Clang Bang* *Clang Bang* *Clang Bang* 

The door to the Castle was locked as Albus activated the lockdown procedure. He wanted to check the hidden passageways through which Sirius could have sneaked in, but that could only be pushed away for later.

"Make sure no one enters the Great Hall, Severus, even if the Aurors demand entry," Albus spoke before he started walking up the grand staircase. 

"Professor Dumbledore-"

"-Headmaster-"

"-it true-"

"-Is Black back-"

...

The hundreds of paintings that adorned the Hogwarts walls kept asking questions that Albus had no intention of answering. He swiftly made it back to his office. Since there was no point in following Sirius's trail, he had to deal with the problem that had already arrived through his floo.

He walked through his office door and came face to face with Cornelius Fudge's head peeking through his fireplace. The Minister of Magic was a portly man. He wore a circular hat on top of his head to hide his receding hairline. His face was set in a frown, and as soon as Cornelius noticed Albus's arrival, he immediately began demanding an audience.

"Let me through, Dumbledore. This is not a situation that could be swept under the rug. By tomorrow, this whole situation will be blown up in the Daily Prophet, and I need answers," Cornelius demanded. His face went a little red as he blew through the statement he had prepared.

"Certainly, Cornelius," Albus relented. He waved his wand, allowing the wards to change, and the Minister of Magic walked through the fire. As he expected, another man with long hair and a scowl permanently etched on his face walked right on after him.

Albus could have blocked Lucius from walking in, but right now, he wanted to deal with both of them at the same time before he had to close the one passageway that he knew Sirius could have used.

"Why are my Aurors telling me that the Dementors are not able to cross the Hogwarts wards? We already talked about it Dumbledore, and the Governers already approved the deployment—" Cornelius started, but he was cut off by a simple wave of Albus's wand. The wand that had won against the terror of Gellert Grindelwald glinted, and Cornelius's mouth snapped shut.

"I already told you, Cornelius, no dementor would step foot inside the Hogwarts wards..."

... 

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AN - Voldemort POV next!

P.S- 43+ Chapters on P.atreon!


Chapter 91: A shade!

{Great Hall, Hogwarts}

{10th Sep 1991}

{3rd Person POV}

When Tom opened his eyes, he was greeted with darkness, and a sense of annoyance went through him. He felt Quirrell writhe slightly as he flexed his consciousness, trying to find the source of whatever magic woke him up. He analyzed the change in the wards of Hogwarts. They were repulsing his very existence, and only because he was already devouring Quirell's magic and using it as a shield did he not have to deal with the consequences of the repulsion ward.

'What happened?' Tom demanded. 

"Are... you... alright... Professor Quirell," Tom heard Snape's lazy drawl. His servant must have noticed Quirell's unnecessary struggles.

"N-no, n-nothing happened, P-professor S-snape," Quirell replied. He was speaking with a stutter, trying to suppress the waves of pain that were canvassing through his body.

'Find a quiet place to talk!' Tom instructed. Quirell jerked as he heard the instruction, and he was intimately familiar with the Dark Lord's lack of patience. Without waiting for Snape to reply, he walked toward the door, stumbling, but it was Snape's voice once again that cut him off.

"The doors are closed. If there is anything urgent, I don't mind helping you out, Professor." Snape said, looking at Quirell with narrowed eyes. The Potions professor had been suspicious of Quirell's timid behavior. He was timid before his trip to Albania, but now it looked like he was overdoing it.

'Find a corner and tell me what's going on!' Tom continued. His senses hadn't been as sharp since he had overexhausted himself during the Gringott's theft attempt. Not only did they not get the Philoshiper's stone, but he had expended quite a lot of his energy during the escape, making sure they didn't leave any tracks behind; Quirrell still had his uses, after all.

Tom had been a little dormant for a couple of months now as he was planning what to do next. He knew that Dumbledore would safeguard the stone in Hogwarts. Keeping the stone close to him was the safest place in the old man's mind, so he still had a decent chance.

'My Lord, the mass murderer, Sirius Black, had infiltrated the castle earlier today. Dumbledore had put the whole school on lockdown.' Quirrell admitted as soon as he walked toward the main door. He went toward a corner and pressed his back against the cold walls. The coldness helped the burning pain that was wreaking his body.

'Sirius Black? Mass-murderer?' Tom questioned. He remembered the black sheep of the Black House, one of the members of the last generation that hadn't joined his side. Both he and Potter had been notorious for being joined at the hip.

'Yes, my Lord, he was your right-hand man, a spy in the order that revealed the location of the Potter to you?' Quirrell thought back. He instantly shrank and whimpered slightly as red-hot pain spit apart from his neck along his spine.

'ARE YOU INSINUATING THAT MY MEMORY IS FAILING ME?' Tom demanded. He kept up the appearance and ignored the pleading Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. 

'So Pettigrew managed to pin the blame on Black... For someone so incompetent, the rat is surprisingly useful in critical moments.' Tom mused, keeping his thoughts hidden. He knew the rat would have run away the first chance he got, so there was no way for Sirius to prove his innocence, especially given the condition of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black.

'Wasn't Black in Azkaban?' Tom asked. He was debating whether to scour Quirrell's memories to see if he had missed anything important.

'He escaped from Azkaban a week ago, and a manhunt has been going on around the country to try and catch him.' Quirrell whimpered. He kept his thoughts shut, not daring to think about anything more than necessary. Still, at the thought of Sirius Black, he couldn't help but try to shoot his shot.

'Maybe we should try to find him. He would surely be able to help you a lot better, my Lord,' Quirrell questioned. He was doing his best to try to suppress the hope in his thoughts, but even if Tom was not going through his memories, he was able to see through Quirrell's intentions.

Tom sneered as he replied, 'No need, Black could handle himself.' The statement was true, as the man was indeed a competent duelist. His mood soured for a moment as he thought about his current situation. Even now, as he was drawing on Quirrell's life force, he could feel that he was too weak. He needed something stronger, something with more powerful vitality.

'Did you locate the tribe in the forbidden forest?' Tom asked. He was ready to lash out if Quirrell hadn't listened to his demands, but it seemed that the bald man had also grown used to his temper.

'Yes, My Lord.' Quirrell thought back. He had resigned himself to his fate. At least by substituting a unicorn's vitality, he would be able to survive. He would live a cursed life, but he would survive in the end. 

Tom did nothing to dissuade Quirrell from his fear, and he stopped making a fuss. The pain that Quirrell was experiencing was soothed, and Tom started to feel weak once again.

'Good, get ready, we will go there soon. During the next full moon...' Tom determined as he felt exhaustion claiming him.

'Yes, My Lord.'

Tom smiled slightly, and just as he was about to rest, he sensed some familiar mana presence. They were far, but he was pretty sure that one of his few weapons was currently just outside the Hogwarts wards.

'Dementers, why are they here?' Tom thought, and in a moment, he made the connection. 'They are after Black. He is the first prisoner to escape from Azkaban, so there is no data on how the Dementers might react to it. I can't sense their emotions from here, but still, this unmistakable cold magic surrounding the castle from the Dementers...'

Even if exhaustion and sleep claimed his thought process, a scary smile hung across Tom Riddle's deformed face.

'Another piece to play with...'

...

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AN—Voldemort's condition was not much mentioned in the original story, so I have quite a liberty to guess right now. I hope you guys will like the setting, as I'm trying to cover as many plot holes as possible!

Regarding the Smut content, The 18+ content would increase as it would take up a little more of the story! Upcoming characters include Narcissa Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, followed by Minerva and then Susan!

P.S- 42+ Chapters on P.atreon!

P.P.S Minerva's part in the story starts in chapter 133!


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