章節 31: Voldemort
The article in the Daily Prophet seemed to have spread throughout the entire school, causing Art much annoyance. He avoided the students by hiding in the Room of Requirement with the twins and Cedric when he wasn't in class.
"Don't worry Art, this will blow over soon." George said, trying to reassure Art.
"People will also talk Artland, no need to take it seriously." Cedric patted his shoulder.
"I am more upset that we weren't mentioned in the article." Fred laughed bitterly.
Cedric scoffed, rolling his eyes and faced the dummy with his wand out. They were all still hard at work trying to improve their skills. Fred and George showed off their animagus forms now that they were registered, flying around the common room and sneaking up on unsuspecting victims.
Due to Flitwick's suggestion, Art was trying to create his own spells but so far it was futile. Though magic was wonderful and full of possibilities, creating your own magic was difficult and time consuming. It gave Art a new respect for the old warlocks who had to create spells themselves. Art decided to ask Dumbledore about creating spells but found that he had gone to the Ministry.
Frowning, Art went back to the common room and found Neville petrified. Quickly he cast the counter curse.
"Neville what happened?"
"Harry, Ron and Hermoine they snuck out!" Neville said, "I tried to stop them but I am useless."
Neville looked down depressed.
"You're not hopeless Neville. I will bring them back, don't worry." Art said, bringing out his wand, a Thunderbird appeared before shooting off.
He ran up to his room and told the twins he needed their help. They quickly got dressed and followed him out of the common room. The met Cedric in the Great Hall who looked shook.
"Art what's the matter? Your patronus nearly scared my roommates to death." Cedric said, knowing Art would only ask for help if he needed it.
The twins looked at Art, not knowing what was going on as well.
"Harry, Ron and Hermoine snuck off and Dumbledore is gone. Something isn't right, we need to find them." Art said, knowing he sounded dumb but he felt something wasn't right.
The three had complete faith in Art and nodded their heads, waiting for Art's instructions. Art took off, using the tracking spell he placed on Harry a couple months before. He followed it to the third floor corridor where he entered a room. To his surprise he saw Fluffy growling at him, its three heads glaring at him.
"Bloody hell!" Fred said, taking out his wand.
Art raised his hand, stopping Fred. He approached Fluffy, calming the dog down and asking if he had seen the three students.
"They went through the trap door. Come on." Art said, opening the door.
The twins and Cedric looked cautiously at the dog before slowly making their way towards the door. Finally all three of them were through. They landed in some plant that tightened around them quickly.
"It's Devil Snare!" Cedric yelled, grabbing his wand and created a blinding light. The Devil Snare recoiled and they fell through.
Soon they were in a room where keys were flying around and a broomstick was on the ground.
"Do we have to find the right key?" George asked.
Cedric pointed at a wounded key, "That one." he then jumped on the broom.
"That will take too long." Art said, waving his wand. The key struggled to escape but Art's magic refused to let go.
Soon they placed the key in the locked door and continued on their way. What they saw in the next room caused Fred and George to shiver.
"Ron!" they both yelled and ran up to their unconscious brother.
Art quickly came over and assessed his condition. "Take him back to Madam Pomfrey. Ced and I will get the other two."
The twins nodded and each grabbed Ron's arm and headed back the way they came.
"Let's go." Art said, sprinting through the door. Cedric followed him, he looked worried what happened to the others.
Much to their surprise the next room had an unconscious troll laying on the ground.
"The first years didn't do this Art." Cedric said, looking at the troll.
Art nodded his head, the uneasy feeling growing stronger.
They ran by the troll and saw Hermoine standing in front of a wall of purple fire.
"Art! What are you doing here?" Hermoine asked surprised.
"Bringing your stupid asses back." Art said coldly. "Where's Harry?"
"He went through there." she pointed at the purple fire. "Art! Professor Snape is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone! We have to stop him!"
"When did you become so dumb?" Art said harshly, visibly making Hermione deflate. "Snape doesn't want to steal anything and if he did do you think three first years could possibly take him?"
Hermione didn't answer as she looked down at the ground. Art ignored her and stared at the wall of flames that was in his way.
"Step back." he said, taking out his wand. He tried to remove the purple flames but the magic was too high level for him. He then tried destroying it but ended up blasting himself backwards.
Art stood up, "If only I had a salamander." he muttered.
Waving his wand, three giant fireballs formed around him. Art made the fire grow larger and sent them flying at the purple fire. A loud explosion filled the room and the purple fire slowly fizzled out.
"Take her back and get Professor McGonagall." Art said, sprinting through the door.
When he came out on the other side he saw Quirrell have his hands around Harry's neck. Art sprinted over and lifted Quirrell off Harry and throw him across the room.
"Harry are you okay?" he asked, watching Quirrell get up.
"Who dares… interfere…" a cold voice hissed.
Art went numb. He had heard this voice before 11 years ago.
"Voldemort? Where are you!? COME OUT AND FACE ME!" Art said, looking around like a crazy person.
"Cason… the survivor… fitting I should kill you." Voldemort hissed.
Quirrell turned around, showing Art a shadow of a face that terrified him.
Art was stunned before he laughed darkly, "The great Voldemort reduced to this?"
Voldemort hissed, "You only survived… because of luck… your parents… were fools…"
"I will avenge them tonight." Art said, lifting his wand. Fire appeared around him and lightning formed in his other hand.
Quirrell panicked and tried to avoid but was struck by a bolt of lightning. Quirrell laid on the ground twitching and Art slowly approached him.
"Weak…" Voldemort hissed angrily. Suddenly Art grabbed his head in pain and fell to his knees.
"Run Harry!" Art screamed, grabbing his head. His Occlumency shields were being crushed.
'Your parents could have been my greatest followers but they were fools… I will now make you my follower.' a cold voice filled Art's head.
'Fuck… you.' Art said through immense pain. Blood was starting to drip from Art's mouth as he bit his tongue, trying to stay awake.
'You are talented and powerful. I can make you stronger, follow me Artland…'
Art let out a loud scream as he gripped his head tightly, his wand lay on the ground and started to shake. A loud dragon roar could be heard as white mist leaked from wand. Three large patronuses appeared and started to push Voldemort back.
'Impossible! Impossible!' Voldemort screamed.
Blood was starting to come out of Art's eyes as they started to glow brightly.
'I will kill you one day…' Art thought before collapsing.
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