"I-It is done, my lord." A quivering voice came from behind the chair. The chair swung around, and the speaker came into view. Harry saw who it was- Peter Pettigrew! He was angry, frustrated, and desperate to know where he was, where Pettigrew was. Oddly enough, he noticed some satisfaction coming from whoever he was inhabiting.
"Excellent, Wormtail. Now where is Nagini?"
~I am here, my lord.~ came the whisper from an extremely large snake.
~Dear Nagini, you will place yourself at the center of the binding formation. You shall be the next vessel of my immortality.~ Harry was surprised that the person he was viewing was speaking in Parseltongue. Wasn't it an extremely rare skill? Back in second year, half the school was suspicious he was the next Dark Lord just because he had the ability. The only other person he knew of with the skill was... Voldemort. Of course. Peter Pettigrew had run back to his old master, Lord Voldemort, and now Harry was seeing inside his head. They were performing some kind of ritual, with chalk outlines drawn across the floor in front of the fireplace, and some potions brewing off to the side.
~Master, there is a muggle standing just outside the room. You could complete the ritual immediately with him, could you not?~ suggested the snake.
~An excellent idea, Nagini~ replied Voldemort. Turning to Peter, he said, "Wormtail! Nagini tells me there is an old muggle listening to us just outside this room. Would you care to invite him to join us?"
Peter quickly left the room, and Harry heard the door behind him quickly open, and two sets of footsteps came marching inside.
"I don't know who you are, but I know enough that you're a murderer!" shouted the man defiantly. "I'm calling the police- and don't you dare touch me, because my wife knows I check this house every night, and she'll call the police as well if I'm not back home soon."
"Do not lie to me, muggle," said Voldemort. "Lord Voldemort always knows when you are lying. You live alone. Nobody will miss you."
"What did you call me?" asked the old man, refusing to let his fear get the better of him.
"A muggle. That is what you are, as I am a wizard. And you will address me as Lord Voldemort."
"Well, pardon me, my Lord. I've never met any wizard before in my life, nor have I ever met any Lords who break into another noble's manor to spend the night. This here is Baron Riddle's old home. Why don't you turn and face me like a man? A coward like you doesn't belong in the Riddle Manor!"
Harry could feel a geyser of rage ready to burst from Voldemort. He had far too much pride to let that comment slide. "Very well," Voldemort replied. "I will face you, but I will tell you that I am no coward, nor am I a man. I am becoming something far greater, and you will have the honour of dying to serve my greatness." The chair swivelled around, and now Harry could see who had been talking. It was an elderly man with an intense, battle-worn expression on his face. It seemed he was never one to back down against evil, and he certainly wouldn't be backing down now. His expression grew horrified when he saw Voldemort's body.
"Avada Kedavra"
Harry woke up with his scar throbbing. Voldemort was back! he thought. Keeping his Occlumency up, he tried to remember and organize as much as he could. Recalling an earlier memory, or a message, he stopped in confusion. Didn't I tell myself that Voldemort only came back in at the end of fourth year? Pulling the memory back out of its encapsulated shell, he searched through it again. Right, just now I saw him as that mutilated baby thing. At the end of fourth year he gets his full body, and his full power, back. This is where it begins. I have to tell Hermione, and Dumbledore as well.
Quickly grabbing a quill and parchment, he wrote two letters.
Dear Hermione
I just had some kind of vision from Voldemort. He was with Wormtail! They were working together. Voldemort doesn't have a proper body yet, but he still had enough power to kill a muggle. He's planning on returning to power soon. We should talk about this as soon as we see each other in person.
Take care of yourself.
Harry
He rolled up the first letter and quickly began to write the second.
Professor Dumbledore
While I was asleep, I had some kind of vision involving Voldemort. I was seeing things from his perspective, and he was performing some kind of ritual and killed a muggle. I'm pretty sure it wasn't a dream, but I'm not sure how or why it happened.
Harry Potter
Tying the two letters to Hedwig's leg, he said "Deliver these quickly. Deliver the one to Dumbledore first, then hang around with Hermione after you deliver hers." Hedwig nodded in understanding and flew out the window.
He received the reply from Hermione right away, just before dawn. Did he wake her in the middle of the night? He'd have to apologize later for disturbing her sleep.
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