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Silence of the Winters; CH-21: Surprised or Shocked?
🕑 Added 2023-06-06 17:58:32 +0000 UTCAhoy mates! This is chapter twenty-one of ‘Silence of the Winters’. Hopefully, you’ll like it and comment on how it was? Fingers crossed.
Alright so here it goes, HARRY POTTER franchise belongs to JKR, Bloomsbury publishing and Warner Bros...not me. This one line goes for ALL THE FUTURE CHAPTERS as I won't be putting it every time. Now keep your lawyers off my peaceful threshold.
Out with my rant, Here you go!
“I am Talking.”
‘I am Thinking’
Spells
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Either be the leader or follow one
~ R-Kade
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Previously in SotW:
"Fourth day from now. Good and remember the warning on what will happen if you dare to leave out anyone." Harry said as he simply waved his wand and vanished his throne and moved out of the dungeons.
Now he just needed to wait four more days to punish the person or group that had cursed one of his closest acquaintances. Till, then he could simply do the thing he was doing for her without telling anyone. But for now, he needed some sleep.
Silence of the Winters
-Dev Sagittarius Black
~~Chapter 21: Surprised or Shocked?~~
‘…..completely useless….’
That was what Harry thought as he looked at the list in his hand.
“Yanerds, are you sure these were the only ones?” Harry’s eyes narrowed the burly sixth year Ravenclaw bowing a few feet away from him.
“Ye-yes Master. Rest everyone was present at the dinner.” Yanerds wanted to ask the boy exactly why he needed the list but he didn't. It had been drilled long ago into him that ‘thinking’ was something done by intellectual beings and that he wasn’t one of them.
Yanerds was sure that he wouldn’t have given any useful suggestions anyway.
‘This list mostly comprises second and third years….are all fourth years satisfied with their preparation? Or is the fourth year syllabus that easy?.....It was when I studied but they aren’t me’
“Alright, Yanerds. Acceptable. You can get lost in whatever useless thing you were going to do to your girlfriend.” Harry dismissed him nonchalantly as he had already read the boy’s thoughts of excitement of snogging his girlfriend in one of the broom cupboards.
It was the reason why Harry had called him now in the first place. Yeah, little evil Potter, whatever, he had done far worse things.
Disgustingly enough, Yanerds blushed before bowing low and moving out of the room as fast as he could as if there was no mere devil but…Lucifer himself siting in the room waiting to torture him. Well, maybe it was true? Maybe.
Harry looked down at the list once more before moving out of the room ‘Hopefully, Snivellous will be more helpful than this troglodyte…’
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Hannah looked at the empty seat beside herself and sighed. It had been four days since that accident and Susan was still recuperating in the Hospital wing.
Hannah didn’t know what was wrong or why Susan went to that corridor. All she knew was that Susan had gone to use the loo near the Great Hall and then hadn’t returned.
Madam Bones had been the one to console her and then Harry proceeded to tell the story of what happened and how he was the one who rushed Susan to the Hospital Wing.
Thing is, curses were involved in this accident and no one had any idea as to who cursed Susan or when. Hannah and the teachers had given the statement that Susan was perfectly normal and wasn’t behaving strangely when they had last seen the bubbly redhead.
Hannah had vowed that night, she would never let Susan fight her battles alone anymore. She wished for a time turner so that they could go back in time and see what had actually happened but they were said to be rare and one needed to follow many protocols regarding those.
The bell rang and the puffs gathered their stationery as they cleaned their stations ‘One more lecture before I get to see Susan again’
“Mr Potter, you have to stay behind because I have to waste my time on telling you how to properly write an essay on Ten uses of Bubotuber paste. Everyone else, leave the class right now!” Snape commanded and watched as the snot nosed brats ran off.
“Professor can I stay for a whi-”
“I said get out Smith or was my instruction too complicated for your tiny brain?” Snape glared at the blonde heir of the Smith family whose eyes widened as he ran with his tail between his legs.
The doors closed and Snape fell on his knees as he pulled out a parchment and placed it on the table “These are all the names,I could get Master. And I have checked the minors, they were studying.”
“And the professors?” Harry asked, scanning Snape’s wrecked brain, internally laughing all the while as he saw the resentment when calling Harry his ‘Master’.
“Trelawney and Kettleburn never eat at the staff table unless it’s a special occasion, Burbage had been feeling sick for some time and Pince was busy with the students studying in the library….”
Snape trailed off and Harry narrowed his eyes immediately “And…what about Professor Quirell? What was he doing?”
Snape’s silence was all the answer that Harry needed. He had been right, again. And like always, he hated it.
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Cold green eyes narrowed as they left their last class of the day ‘Should I do it now-?’
“I am so going to die with all this homework.” Terry cried out loud “Can you see it Harry? They are already killing us…”
‘-He looked ill, what’s going on with that dubious creature now?-’
“...and we are just in our first year! I mean, how can we finish three different essays…”
‘-I could do it now or I could wait for nightfall-’
“...and none of them are easy, let me tell you this in advance.” Terry grumbled before looking towards Su “Hey Su…”
‘-well, waiting for nightfall would be ideal because he might be more at ease and might not expect me-’
“...don’t you agree with me? Shouldn’t the teachers be more reliant during our exam time?”
Terry asked the petite girl walking on Harry’s other side who nodded in agreement.
‘-but if I do it right now, he won’t expect me at all…hmm…what to do? Think Potter!’
“See Harry, Su agrees too! I am telling you- wait, Harry? Are you even listening?” Terry asked as he waved his hands in front of the green eyed mage’s face who blinked.
“Yes Terry, unfortunately I was indeed listening to you whining about our minute workload which you can finish in thirty minutes if you copied from mine which you…ah yes, always do.” Harry said without looking towards a shocked Terry.
Su started giggling and Terry made a face before making a hmph like noise and muttering something akin to ‘stupid intelligent brats’ and ‘killing roommates in their sleep’
“Also as much as I’d like to listen to you cry more, I have a couple of questions to ask Professor Flitwick, it’d be better if you two went ahead without me. I will join you two in the library on the same table in an hour.” Harry said as he left them and started walking in the direction of Quirell’s room.
Outside the defence professor’s classroom Harry pulled out his invisibility cloak and waited till the last student came out before slipping in through the open door and moving towards a dark corner.
The plan was simple, Harry had already activated his Geminus ring. He’ll simply remove the cloak when standing a metre away from Quirell’s back, stun the stuttering douchebag, tie him up and use legilimency to read the shithead’s brain.
It was a really simple, swift and straightforward approach used by the guild and he had been trained in its usage by the guildmasters.
Making up his mind, Harry took the first couple of steps as silently as plausible, he could have simply activated his elemental abilities and floated towards the blubbering buffoon but he didn’t want to waste his powers uselessly.
‘Alright, the position is secured’ Harry flicked his fingers and his wand came in his hand. The boy gulped down his nervousness as he stood a metre away from his DADA professor with his wand raised and pointed towards the said professor's back.
‘...One…’
‘...Two...’
‘...Thre-’
“R…remove this Quirrrinusssss, it’s ssufo-acting…”
Harry froze right where he was ‘Who was that?’ It was almost inaudible with how weak the guy sounded, the fact that Harry had been able to even hear the whisper in this room was itself a miracle, or maybe it was his advanced hearing? Who knows.
One thing was certain, there was someone else in this room. Someone really close to him, tied up and really ill, with how feeble they sounded ‘How far have you fallen Quirrell, what new crazy shit you have gotten yourself into now?’
Quirell immediately reached for his wand and flicked it to shut and lock the door, all this non-verbally. Then he reached to the back of his head and to Harry’s surprise slowly started removing his turban.
‘What...is this guy doing?’ Harry thought and he so wanted to throw up caution and simply attack the DADA professor, but he had to be patient. Maybe there was some sort of bond or there could be a rune circuit in the turban that’d release the person who is still struggling.
But what Harry saw was definitely not what he had expected to see. It was easily in the top five most grotesque things he had ever seen in this lifetime. Possibly, the fifth one.
A face….because that’s what it was. A freaking complete face was stuck on the back of his DADA professor's head and Harry was most definitely at a loss of words as he saw the turban cloth fall to the ground and came face-to-face with that grotesque humanoid thing.
The face sneered before opening its blood-red eyes and speaking in that same raspy tone “Ahh...much betterrr….”
‘What the hell….who is this? WHAT IS THIS??’ Harry blinked from under the cloak as he looked at the grotesque head.
“This lowly servant wishes you good health, master.”
Harry’s brain was going into overdrive now, all of the five parts were set on decoding this mystery that had just smashed normalcy out of his life within moments.
“I would be if..you had executed even….one of your tasks…..perfectly.” The face wheezed out.
“I-I am sorry my lord, I had no idea that my choice of candidate for our task would have such a strong will.” Quirell whimpered in pain when the face scrunched itself.
Harry’s eyes widened as his brain supplied one of the past memories…
‘...But he doesn’t control me. I am a free portrait, no one controls me. Quirinus brought me here to protect his secret and get the knowledge his master desires….’
That portrait in Quirell’s room had told him about the DADA professor’s master, but what had Quirell’s master wanted? Ah yes…
‘The knowledge about the link between life and death, that’s what Richmond's portrait said. This means that this…face was ordering Quirrel around to learn about that link and considering this is a face…it looks like an obscure method of possession’ Harry frowned at that ‘But then why would this face order Quirell to stay at Hogwarts?’
“That Bones girl was already resisting you….passively when you placed her under the Imperius….but after that command to….. kill the elder Potter? She was resisting you with her full magical force…choosing to end her own life rather than kill her…frrrriend.” The face rasped out and Harry’s blood went cold.
‘Susan had been commanded by Quirrel of all people to…kill me. So that crash into that suit of armour was completely voluntary, she hadn’t intended to use pain as a method to end the curse, instead it was her way to end her life….foolish girl’
“It was an unprecedented turn of events Master, I never thought that a simple first year would be able to resist the combined power of an adult wizard and…” Quirell gulped before finishing “..the greatest dark lord in a century.”
‘The greatest dark lord in a century? But that was….and he’s dead’ Harry’s eyes widened ‘Quirell’s master…knowledge about the link between life and death….no…nO…...NOOOO…!!!’
As soon as Harry connected the dots, he immediately focused the first part of his mind to stay in the room and not lose his screw by going to his mindscape right now. He clamped down his occlumency shields to the extreme or he’d have ended up going into a psychic shock.
This stuttering professor…this useless lump of time, space and oxygen…this shit-head profesor who was nothing more than a babbling bumbling Buffoon had actually been….the host of Voldemort’s spirit form and no one knows for how long other than them.
Voldemort was alive, he hadn’t died all those years ago. He was just biding his time and is now back among the living. And currently, the darkest lord in a century was trying to find a way to arrive at the land of living completely.
This realisation hit him so hard that Harry took an involuntary step back in shock as he gulped down the anticipation of what this news might do to the Guild.
“I don’t…have enough power yet. It is just enough to…guide my most loyal follower.” Quirell swelled in pride at hearing his master’s words.
“Now make sssure…that you succeeeed in your final mission Quirinnus or remember….Lord Voldemort is as benevolent to those who succeeeed….as he is cruel to those who….fail…” And with that Voldemort’s eyes drooped shut as he went to regain his powers.
“Don’t worry my lord. I already have a way to get past that blasted cerberus, it will be in my hands soon and then your most loyal follower will bring you the stone..” Quirell smirked with pure malice “...and see to your complete resurrection.”
With that Quirell picked up his purple turban cloth and began wrapping it around his head to cover Voldemort’s face before moving out of the classroom. Harry waited for a few minutes before moving out of the classroom too.
This was too much to digest, he needed to process all the information and pass it to the guild as soon as he could. Time was his enemy right now. And Susan? Time to wake up.
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“Sending letters to your guardians, Harry?”
Harry nodded his consent as he gave the instructions to Lily and saw her fly straight west before becoming a small speck in the endless night sky and then vanishing completely.
He had drafted a letter for the guild master as soon as he'd processed all the intel he had accidentally procured from that bumbling buffoon. The Letter was already coded and charmed to be read by the guild master only.
Harry knew he had to wait now because things were too complicated. He already had contingency plans in place but he had to protect a few people before he could launch a full scale attack on Lord Voldemort.
There was also the case of possession, if Voldemort could do it once then Harry was sure that the psychopath could do it again and that was not acceptable, at all.
But utilising Guild magic to trap such a powerful possessed required more than just one wizard and they’d need to start up the entirety of the rune circuit to trap the dark lord in infinity castle.
There was also the problem known as Susan Bones, Harry was anticipating the girl’s awakening before, just because she was the only one who could’ve seen her perpetrator's face but now? Now he dreaded that.
Not because Voldemort or Quirell were powerful together, he knew they had enough power to duel a few mages but the problem lies with the fact that Amelia Bones might do something that could put the entirety of Hogwarts and possibly Britain in jeopardy or war.
‘Afterall, the Death Eaters aren’t dead, no they are walking in plain sight and currently in high ministry posts, a war at the moment will completely destabilise the country’ Harry contemplated as he closed the curtains around his bed and took a meditative stance.
Harry knew he needed to focus and there was only one way to do that, still, he couldn’t prevent his mind from speaking the pessimistic reality he was living in.
‘Just one freaking mistake and this whole damn world would start shedding tears of blood again…’
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“Mr Potter?”
Harry looked behind and nodded “Madam Pomfrey? How may I help you?”
The old matron smiled so bright that she could have shamed a hundred suns, “Why, by joining me and Amelia in the Hospital Wing of course, it’s a private matter though I am sure Madam Bones won’t mind the rest of you too, but please, stay outside until I call you in.”
Pomfrey smiled as she moved out of the Great Hall with a spring in her step.
Something really good had happened with the old matron and Harry would bet a million galleons on what it was, he just wasn’t in the mood to because that would also mean that Hogwarts would suddenly announce ceasefire and go under complete lockdown.
Harry and the rest of his friends joined madam Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing though everyone except the elemental had to stay outside, completely assured by Pomfrey that it was indeed a ‘really great news’ and that they’ll soon know what it was all about.
“Madam Bones, Madam Pomfrey.” Harry greeted them as he joined the matron in her domain wing of Hogwarts.
“Harry, how many times do I have to say that you of all people have the right to call me by my name?” Amelia exclaimed as she smiled at Harry.
Harry didn’t say anything, more like he couldn’t say anything.
Why? Well it might be because Harry was now standing in the Hospital Wing and was waiting for god to come? Nope, he wasn’t dead, yet.
Then was it because Snape had suddenly taken a knife to Dumbleedore’s throat and then jumped through the veil of Death? Although desirable, it was still too far-fetched from reality and a bit dark.
Then maybe…just maybe, it was because one of Harry’s closest acquaintances (read friends) who was cursed five days ago was now sitting in the Hospital Wing’s bed and waving at him with tired but lively hazel eyes? Probably.
“Hello Harry!!” Susan exclaimed and laughed with as much excitement as she could muster.
“Susan.”
Susan’s face dropped back as her eyebrows twitched “Why…OH WHY?!!” she threw her hands towards the white ceiling.
“Why does this boy have to kill all of my joy? Why can’t he be happy for once? Like I recovered from an illness in five days that could’ve taken any normal witch or wizard weeks to recover from!!”
She looked back at Harry “Weeks!! And instead of being happy like you should’ve, all you do is become a statue and say ‘Susan’!! Tell me Aunty, why shouldn’t I kill this guy right here?”
Susan gave a cute pout as she looked towards her Aunt who was, much to the girl’s surprise, laughing along with Madam Pomfrey.
“Two reasons actually.” The old matron began “First, he saved your life by bringing you here just in time and second…” She trailed off as she looked towards Harry who frowned in confusion.
“And second?” Amelia asked as she too didn’t know what else had Harry done in the meantime.
Pomfrey looked towards Susan and smiled “You are a strong witch Miss Bones, but even you couldn’t recover from a curse and Magically induced coma within five days, this is why, Mr Potter here-” She looked towards Harry who connected the dots.
“-decided to link his own magic with yours and supply about thirty percent of his own magic everyday to you whenever he came to visit you with your friends, and I don’t think anyone knows what he did.”
Both the Bones women gasped in shock when the news was broken, sharing your own magic to heal a patient was almost unheard of and no one sane enough would give thirty-percent of their magic everyday.
“Harry, why did you do this?” Susan asked her male friend and only crush she ever had and probably ever will. This was a big deal and she knew that she might never be able to repay any of her debts. This was not just a gift….this was one of the best gifts anyone could’ve ever given.
Harry had already saved her life twice, he had two debts already and still he went ahead and shared his magic to speed-up the process, knowing full well that it’ll be seen as a gift and not a life-debt.
Amelia didn’t have any words for the eldest Potter anymore, she simply stood up from her chair, ran towards the boy and hugged him as tightly as she could.
Harry stiffened immediately as physical contact or shows of affection was not something he had ever been comfortable with due to his past and he stayed and Amelia for all intents and purposes was still a stranger, still, he allowed her the small moment of joy.
Susan wanted to jump out and give Harry one of her bone-crushing hugs but she knew that right now, she wasn’t in the condition to do so and she’ll have to bide her time before she is able to do that.
After they had settled around Susan from their past ordeal, Amelia asked the question that Harry was dreading.
“Susan, do you remember anything or anyone before you lost consciousness?” Her years as an auror, coming into form as she saw Susan frown a bit.
Susan frowned a bit as she tried to remember.
“No auntie, all I remember is going to the nearest washroom beside the Great Hall and the next thing is waking up here. I don’t remember anything else.”
Harry internally sighed in relief as he heard Susan’s report, this was a good thing and was actually a boon even if Madam Bones didn’t see it as such.
Wizarding Britain had just started to stabilise and get the recognition it deserved, the nation was now getting its place back in the I.C.W and Sorcery United. It was most definitely not ready for another full-scale war with the Darkest lord whom these Sheep had thought was dead.
Madam Bones consoled Susan and the visitors along with the matron collectively decided to keep her from knowing that she was actually Imperiused.
“Who’s guarding Susan right now?” Madam Bones spoke aloud confusing Susan a bit, but the girl’s eyes widened in shock when there was a loud ‘POP’ sound and a house elf was standing near the window adjacent to her bed.
“Toffee’s be guarding Missy Boney, Madam Lia. How may Toffee be helping you?” Toffee asked Amelia while rubbing her clammy hands together.
“Toffee, ask the headmaster for a meeting now, i’ll join him in his office soon regarding a few new developments.” Amelia told the elf who bobbed her head before popping out of the Hospital Wing.
Madam Bones was actually unsure about doing things on her own when matters were this delicate, also Dumbledore’s suggestions earlier had been pretty good and therefore she was willing to go an arm out and ask his insight on how to take it from here.
Soon enough, things settled back in the Hospital Wing and Harry was asked to invite the rest of their friends, everyone was obviously very happy with the news about Susan’s awakening and were currently sitting around the girl chatting happily.
Madams Bones and Pomfrey went to Madam Pomfrey’s office to discuss a few things regarding Susan and then the director of the DMLE would floo to the headmaster’s office.
It was then that Harry felt something approaching, it was instantaneous, almost like a gut feeling regarding something which cannot be explained, it was as if something or someone had tied a knot around his navel and was pulling him towards the north-west direction.
Harry turned just in time for-
‘TAP TAP TAP!’
The students sitting beside Susan’s bed turned their heads as Harry got up and opened the window for Lily to enter into the Hospital Wing.
“What have you got for me Lily?” Harry asked and paused when he saw the plain black envelope ‘Damnit, it’s code Black’ he took the envelope and placed it in his inner robe pocket before petting Lilly and turning towards his too-curious-for-their-own-damn-good friends.
“It’s an emergency letter from my guardians, I’ll have to go now. And Susan…” Harry turned towards the still bed-ridden girl and gave a small smile “I am really glad to have you back, it was a hassle watching Hannah whine all the time.”
“Hannah does NOT whine!” Hannah harrumphed as everyone including Susan laughed as Harry left the Hospital Wing with Lily on his shoulder.
What everyone missed was the narrowed blue eyes of a certain Slyterin first year with blonde hair and extra curious mind which started to think of the possibilities in that envelope and what had made the emotionless boy run out of the wing so fast.
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Harry eyed the small envelope before tearing it open and reading the contents. He knew it would come to this very soon, it was for this reason he had worked on his plans regarding this new development last night.
So finally, it was time to work on the plan that had been killing him since the school session began in september. Harry took a look at the single line that was written in the letter before burning it to a crisp.
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~~CODE BLACK~~
Tueur N-13, you are officially on active mission now. Raid the third floor corridor and
Prevent Lord Voldemort’s uprising.
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“Hey roomie, you heard what that brother of yours was spouting off today?” Terry asked Harry as he changed into his PJs while Harry removed his shirt and sighed in relief.
Terry still didn’t understand how could a boy, the same age as him, look like a freaking model from all those muggle magazines he had back at home.
Okay, he knew that Harry trained a lot and that his training regiment was far more strict than those of quidditch players, still wasn’t normal metabolism a factor?
The curly haired ravenclaw had lived with the mysterious cold boy for almost a year now and was thankfully on his good side, still he didn’t know a single thing about his roommate other than the fact that he didn’t like to sleep with a shirt and that he went somewhere at one in the morning.
“I'm still surprised that you listen to whatever gobble those two come up with, even their own housemates have stopped listening to them, when will you stop?” Harry asked the boy as he folded his clothes and arranged them on the rack.
“Well..” Terry began hesitantly “I was studying in the Library and I might’ve overheard a few things regarding you.
Harry frowned at that “Are they still whining about those detentions that Snape gave them for challenging me to a duel publicly?”
Harry would never admit to anyone but he had taken vindictive pleasure in watching the two boys get detentions for a week and lose thirty points, but in his mind, they deserved it.
Harry had overheard Alan talking about a certain cloak which was supposed to be his birthright, most likely told to him by Dumbles, and then the boys decided on their own that Harry had the cloak.
It was all good until Harry took the pain of scanning his brother’s messed up brain which he did once per month to check on the idiot’s progress regarding the Stone which he had somehow sensed and was searching for.
Well, he had checked that day and he scanned Alan’s weird plan of challenging him to a wizard’s duel ‘As if that troglodyte could ever win against me’. Still, Harry had ordered Snape to stand on halt while he aggravated Alan’s plan via legilimency.
And thus, Alan got detention along with his idiot Weasley pet while Harry went out scott-free. This aggravated the boy more and he started spreading rumours about Harry being a thief and dark boy.
Mr Victor Potter’s exaggerated theories were so idiotic that no one except a few idiots listened to him anymore and regarding ‘idiots’ Harry already had a clear policy which he followed diligently.
“Well, yeah that too and then the two were talking something about going to the third floor corridor tonight and the boy-who-should-bath was talking about how if you gave him his freaking invisibility cloak back then he would have saved the school by now.” Terry told Harry as he tried to gauge his friend’s reaction.
“Invisibility cloak? That dumbhead thinks I have an invisibility cloak now?”
Harry shook his head while mentally making plans about removing that stupid idea of going down that chute on the third floor from his brother’s brain. even though they didn’t like each other, Harry couldn’t let his left-out family go on a suicide mission.
Terry sighed in relief “You don’t? And here I thought I could borrow it from you.” He said sarcastically before moving, opening the curtains around his bed and sitting. “Also, why I am not surprised that you cared more about a rumour than your brother’s stupid decision.”
Harry smirked and looked towards the curly boy who was going to sleep. “My brother is a glorified idiot and you know what I think about idiots right?”
Terry laughed as he said “Don’t let idiots ruin your day.” Harry nodded and both the boys closed the curtains around their beds.
Harry sat in the lotus position that he used daily to sort his mind and save the things that were important while he removed others. He put four parts of his mind to work while the fifth one began thinking and took up the job of spatial awareness.
‘This wait is troubling, I already stole the stone back in February, so Voldemort can forget about becoming immortal anytime soon but his presence is still a menace. And no one knows what that psychopath would do once he got his hands on the mirror and came to know that the stone wasn’t there’ Harry frowned while still in his mindscape.
‘I should stop my elemental training for a few weeks and preserve my elemental powers till Quirrell is after that stone…hopefully, Quirrell still remains oblivious about my alert ward in the corridor…’
‘ugh…I think I extended my elemental training too much, well it’s good that I won’t be doing it for a few weeks now, by then I’ll recharge myself and be ready to face and probably destroy Voldemort’s current vessel before he learns about the stone’s absence and ends up doing something drastic’
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A man was walking on the cold stone floor, looking at the portraits sleeping throughout the corridor. He held up his wand with a glowing tip as he reached the staircase at the end of the corridor.
There was a palpable smell of rotten flesh coming from that man as he walked down the staircase and reached a deserted corridor devoid of any portrait or ghosts.
Crossing it, said man reached the end of the serpentine corridor and grabbed the handle of a dingy wooden door. The door which he had tried to cross several times in the past and was now finally going to cross it today.
‘Soon master, very soon your loyal servant will have the stone in his hands and you will be able to gain an immortal body, Dumbledore isn’t here today…I’ve been waiting for this day for a very long time’
And with that Quirinus Quirrell opened the door of the third floor corridor, as he stepped inside the first chamber containing the three headed cerberus the last thing visible before the door closed was a harp.
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In one of the towers of the same ancient castle, located on the fifth floor, twin emerald orbs opened in shock as their body was jolted by a small electric current triggered by someone triggering their alert ward.
On scanning the magical signature, Harry’s eyes froze and there was only one thought in his mind…
‘Shit…!’
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Ending Note- There you have it fellas, Chapter Twenty-One of Silence of the Winters. Liked it? Loved it? Hated it? Please, do tell.
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