(English translation of my Italian original fanfiction)
PLOT
Lord Voldemort is reborn after the end of the Triwizard Tournament, many Death Eaters move in the shadows and Dumbledore reforms the Order of the Phoenix.
In order to defeat the Dark Lord...
"How was your first day?" Snape entered his private chambers silently, the door closing with a small thud. He looked around for White's irritating presence, found him lying on the floor behind the sofa, staring at the ceiling. "What's wrong?" He sighed "Nothing," Byron replied in a whisper "I thought you were better" he took off his long cloak and placed it on the sofa. "I'm fine" White's voice was distant, as were his eyes. "Did you have a vision?" "No" "The mark..." "I'm fine" he repeated tonelessly. "Oh yes, you are the picture of health" he nodded, staring at the young man at his feet. "How are you?" "Better than you» he cut short "Come on get up" he was about to bend down but Byron turned to one side. "Don't be a child, you can't stay on the floor" "I'm tired" he whispered "Then go to sleep, there's a bed in your room" he reminded with annoyance, but the other didn't reply. He hated it when he did that. Snape knelt beside him with her head bowed "White?" He only received a grunt in response "Talk to me" "About what?" He slurred. Snape snorted "Whatever you want, but talk. "Byron turned onto his back again, staring into his eyes, he seemed almost unrecognizable, with his thin face almost haggard, his pale eyes absent. "Harry has become the best at potions" he said after several seconds. "Potter wouldn't be the best at Potions even with a miracle" Snape snapped "Apparently a miracle has happened" Byron slurred, "he has made a perfect living death distillate." "Did you..." "No" he shook his head, as much as possible. "I didn't suggest anything to him" Snape stared at a spot on the floor for a few moments "Maybe in the end it was you who made him uncomfortable" he proposed with a half smile. "Oh, now it's my fault? He doesn't apply himself, he doesn't study, he doesn't even know how to read simple instructions and..." "Calm down, breathe" Byron raised a hand a few centimeters from his face and Snape pushed it away with an irritated slap. "He IS good" "It's not possible" Snape shook his head. "Talk to Slughorn, he thinks Harry is a genius.» He straightened his head "All talent inherited from Lily, of course" he said imitating the voice of their former professor.
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Harry quickly walked down the seventh floor corridor and stopped in front of the familiar gargoyle. "Stink Pellets" he said and the statue moved to the side, the wall behind him slipped away and a spiraling stone staircase appeared, he leaped up onto it and was carried upwards until he reached a dark door of wood with a large brass knocker. He just knocked. "Come in" said Dumbledore's voice. "Good evening, sir" Harry replied as he entered the headmaster's office "Ah, good evening Harry. Sit down" Dumbledore said, smiling. "I hope you had a pleasant first week back at school" "Yes, thank you, sir" said Harry. "You must have been busy, already a punishment!" "Ehm" Harry began awkwardly, but Dumbledore didn't sound too stiff. He looked around furtively, searching for some clue that might help him understand what Dumbledore was planning to do with him that evening. The circular office looked the same as always. The delicate silver instruments sat on small tables with long, thin legs, emitting puffs of smoke and humming. The portraits of the old headmasters slumbered in their frames, and Fawkes was perched on the perch behind the door, watching Harry with clear interest. It didn't look like Dumbledore had made any room for dueling practice at all.
