The Traitors [HP6] *EDITING*

Chapter 22-The Headmaster's Room

Excited for the Voldemort's scene??

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"Hello Harry," greeted Voldemort through a thin smile, as if they were old

friends.

"We have to stop meeting like this," said Harry, looking around. He was in a

rather large room that he had never been in before, and had probably never been in there

for good reason. All around him were old statues, stacked on top of each other and thrown

in random places, both large and small, with cobwebs all over them.

"Aren't they wonderful?" asked Voldemort, moving his arms in the direction of

all of the statues. "They're sculptures of previous headmasters, you know; the greatest

headmasters that Hogwarts had ever had."

"I don't see Dumbledore anywhere," spat Harry.

"Humph," he groaned. "This room is reserved for the immortalized versions of

only the headmasters that are far to great to be within a fifty mile radius of that old

buffoon. These statues here are of the many headmasters that have tired to turn Hogwarts

into a school for the Dark Arts, but failed in their valiant efforts. Apparently, Dumbledore

doesn't think you children should see them."

"What do you want," hissed Harry. He had been through this before and knew that

the Voldemort in front of him wasn't real, just a holographic version, a dream, like the

time he wasin the common room with him.

"Ithink we both know what it is I want," he murmured, glaring straight at Harry.

"No, do tell me," said Harry mockingly.

"Iwant the Glove!" he yelled, looking furious.

"Why didn't you just get it yourself at the pyramid?"

"I tried," sighed Voldemort. "I told the previous guardian to try and get it from

you, after he had exterminated you six. But, of course, he failed."

"I'm not going to give it to you," said Harry sternly, patting his pocket to make

sure it was still in there. "You can torture me all you like, there's no way. I know that you

already have at least one Item, and there's no way I'm giving you this one."

"Very well then Harry," laughed Voldemort. "Very well. I see that you are you are

a man of business, Harry. So, I suppose, I will just have to give you a little bit more...

incentive."

"Like what?" asked Harry curiously. But, Voldemort just grinned and tapped

himself with his wand, disappearing into thin air and leaving Harry all alone in the dark,

creepy, windowless room.

"Great, now what?" Harry asked himself, looking around. He was wandless, had no

illumination, and did not know where he was. Harry scanned the room, for any source of

light that would lead him out.