The Traitors [HP6] *EDITING*

Chapter 21-Voldemort Returns

Yes, you have read it right. The Return Of Voldemort.

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It was almost beautiful, in an extremely sadistic and twisted sort of way. At first,

the pyramid acted as though it were a volcano, with the top of it blowing up into the air and

then fire and smoke billowing out of the top, with molten rock erupting from the inside

and flowing out. But, as all that was going on, chunks of it were shooting of all over,

plunging into the growing lake of melted stone around the base. Finally, after only a few

moments of all this, the Geb Pyramid just gave up and let the whole thing detonate from

the inside out, causing the whole structure to collapse on itself, making a massive cloud of

smoke rise into the air above.

Throughout all this, Harry could only think of one thing: somewhere, in that cloud

of dust or in the pile of ash and stone was Malfoy's body. He shuttered at the thought.

What had he done?

"My oh my..." sighed Dumbledore to himself, shaking his head slowly and

looking out the window. "That's going to take a lot of work to clean up. We'll need to get

memory wipers in here by the hundreds, and quickly too!"

"But... what about Malfoy?" asked Harry quietly, not daring to remove his eyes

from the window.

"There is noting we can do for him," heaved Dumbledore. "All we can do is honor

his memory by trying to find his body and having a funeral."

Harry wanted to so badly to beat himself up. How could he have been so... stupid,

greedy, selfish, and everything else bad? He abandoned his friend and left him to die in a

small room by himself... all for a Ring. It didn't get much worse than that....

"This is all your fault!" screamed Harry in his mind, directing his thoughts to the

Ring. "If it wasn't for you, the horrible pyramid would have never been built, and Malfoy

would be here with us right now!"

But, as hard as Harry tried to be angry at he Ring, he still had no desire to take it

off. It was like a child who had done something bad. Harry was certainly angry at it for

what it did, but was no closer to disowning it than he ever was or would be. For this, he

hated it even more... and yet he didn't.

"Well," said Dumbledore, turning his attention to Jamie. "It appears that in the

process this trip, we have both lost and gained a student."

"Hello to you too, Headmaster," said Jamie, faking a smile.

"Jamie," said Dumbledore, still looking at her with amazement in his eyes, "how

did you ever survive for so long in the pyramid by yourself? You were only a second

year!"

"The necklace kept me alive," she said, looking at Dumbledore distastefully. "As