Wrong Choice (Harry Potter WBWL) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 8

S.H.O.R.T

((Harry pov))

Putting on my Ravenclaw sweater, i wander around Hogwarts, trying to find Professor Quirrell- or as he is now known, the dark lords servant. I have been waiting until the last day of school to give him the stone, all classes were cancelled, Hogsmead was great and its almost time for the feast.

As i walked in the Dark Arts Classroom, i smirk, hes there. He jumps as i slam the door shut. "Well, hello Lord Voldemort." I mumble.

"M-Mr P-P-Potter." He stutters. I glare. "Dont be like that Quirrell, let me talk to him." Quirrell lets the mask of nervousness drop. "Who?" "Lord Voldemort." He flinches at the name as Harrys glare hardened.

He took off his turban, the face of Lord Voldemort on the back of his head. "You'd have done well in Slytherin, my heir." He mumbles. "Yes, i guess so." Harry smirks. "But enough of that, want the stone or not? Dad asked me to give it to you whenever possible, i decided at the end of the school year."

The Dark Lord smirked. "Yes, your father became willing, i gotten Quirrell to give the Marauders' their dark marks. I hope you'll come to the next meeting, being my heir, I'll be needing to talk to you in private." Harry nods.

"Just dont disappear right before the feast, Dumbles will notice." "Alright then." I walk out, going to the Common Room, catching sight of Ron and Hermione reading as i walk in, Draco and Neville testing eachother on how to take the trace of a wand.

Yes, we're doing it. Hermione, Draco, Neville and Ron want to do magic over the time we're not at Hogwarts. I have already mastered the spell-(which isn't even taught to Seventh Years)- and took the trace off theirs. Of course, he doesn't need to put it on his wand, he just wants his friends to practice or atleast know about the spell.

"Hey guys, gal." He greets, they smile at him, well Ron just glares. "Oi, i lost where i got to." Harry laughs at Ron, smirking. "Sorry Ron."

"Did you do it?" Draco asks, a brow raised. "Yes, he's inviting Charles, you and i to the next meeting." The two mentioned nod. "Why?" "We're the sons of Death Eaters."

Draco nods, Charles-(who hung aroynd the entrance)-seems nervous. "A-and whens the next meeting?" He asks, scared. "He'll be calling dad when it happens, Quirrell is telling dad to bring us at some point. And dont worry. As the lord of two hogwarts houses you cant be harmed because of a bond the founders did."

Charles nods. "What about you?" "He cant harm me since the Ravenclaw and Slytherin bloodline chose me as a heir, or lord in Ravenclaw's case." Nodding again, Charles walks closer to the study group.

"When's the feast?" Draco casts a simple tempus. "In ten minutes, Charles." Thats when dad came over from a passageway-(one that Charles somehow found)-.

"Hey kids, have you packed?" Some of our eyes widen. "Crap." I hear Draco mumble. "I'll help, dont worry." Dad laughs, running a hand through his hair.

"Harry, Charles, did you pack?" Surprising both of us nod, i thought Charles wouldn't have. "Not the best, mines a bit messy." He mumbles.

"Thats fine, mine was usually messy too." Dad then looks at everyone else. "Anyone else not pack?" Draco and Ron's hands shoot up. "I lost track of time doing some light reading." Ron laughs, pointing to his around four hundred page book. "Light?" "I wouldn't of said light if it wasn't light James." Everyone besides me and Charles were allowed to call dad James, since we're his children.

We had helped Ron and Draco pack, only Rons trunk a bit untidy, so i charmed it to be bigger. "Hey Ron." "Yes Harry?" "What are we gonna tell Ms and Mr Weasley." I ask. "Call them Molly and Arthur, Mom and Dad hate it when they're called that. And, dont worry, they said if i got into Ravenclaw i can make my own decisions, since its the more responsible house."