Harry Potter: He Who Shall Not Be Remembered

Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Deep in -

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Loneliness... If someone you cared about had betrayed you in the future only to change in the past would you forgive them?

Love and hate are separated by a thin line.

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Narrator's POV

Harry knew just behind these walls were the faces of two hideous beings... In an equally disgusting body, Their power was almost ignorable, It may be a threat to Draco but Harry doubted the royal knight behind him wouldn't be able to take them down, similarly, He had no doubts Hermione could hold her own with knowledge and experience of her Future life, even then he was more than enough to defeat Voldemort talk less about his below-par vessel.

Nothing stopped him from marching into the room confidently and slowly.

Behind him, Arthur, Hermione and Draco watched his small body push the large doors open, Leading to a room with weird props.

'Lights'

Fire burning by the edges of the room almost making a wall of it and mirrors in the centre of it all, Along with a professor... Their Professor.

When the group saw this, They forgot about the scene of Harry casually causing a massive amount of destruction without any spells or chants not even magic or mana.

"Oh? Harry? You're here? Wonderful you came with some friends even better."

Quirrell who was looking at the mirror in anger heard Harry's bold entrance and suddenly started smiling, The boy was the golden ticket to getting the stone he was searching for.

'Camera'

"Quirrell... So you're the person causing all the damage in school?"

Harry questioned mysteriously as if it wasn't already obvious.

Hermione looked at Harry in puzzlement for a second but said nothing.

Arthur seemed to be just as curious "Damages? You think he took care of the troll." the question was poorly asked but Arthur knew the villain would correct her.

"Took care? I was the one who brought the troll into school! While everyone was scared witless I would have used the chance to find the stone, I programmed it so that it'd kill you but some other mysterious party took care of it first, Snape was onto me so I couldn't do anything."

Quirrell was almost turning red from anger as he remembered his past failures.

"And Let's not forget how I was ready to sabotage your Quidditch game, Hexing your broom so you'd fall off but just like your father you're rather gifted... The only thing you're talented in."

Harry was calm as he asked another question trying to sound heroic

"Why? What stone are you looking for that would lead you to bring a dangerous beast to the school harming innocent students in the process?"

But he got no reply, Quirrell just laughed, He didn't mind answering the boy's question, Harry and his band of little friends would perish when he got what he wanted either way.

"Why? To revive my master, of course, I'd seek to bring back the ruling of a King no, a God! Voldemort shall return."

Almost as if he had lost it, Quirrell said, Nodding his head fervently, Voldemort was his Lord.

"More like Devil."

Hermione said loud enough for everyone to hear, An obvious irritated edge in her voice, Voldemort was no God... Harry was.