Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [177]
CHAPTER 29- Voldemort’s Story
At first, no one said anything. Everyone was staring at Voldemort, and he was looking at all of them, straightening his sleeves. His snake-like face looked even more twisted than ever, his eyes were the size of tennis balls, his nose was no more than two single slits, and his mouth was the same, only horizontal instead. His hands were even more grotesque: his palms were now no more than spheres, and his fingers were just long and thin sticks popping out from it. He turned his attention over to Harry now, and gave a tiny smile.
“Hello… Harry Potter,” he said in that snake-like voice of his. He immediately shot out three blue rings from his wand that went around Harry, Ron and Hermione, and forced them to the ground. No matter how hard Harry struggled, he couldn’t get free of it.
Voldemort was staring at his wand as if it were something he’d never seen before.
“Amazing…” he hissed.
“You get away from them!” yelled Sirius. He took out his wand, and pointed it at Voldemort.
“Avada Kedavra!” he yelled. The familiar green beam of light shot out of his wand, right at Voldemort. Voldemort, however, didn’t even flinch. He just stuck out his arm in the direction of the beam, which immediately stopped right where it was. He clenched his fingers together, and the beam melted into one, small green sphere that disappeared quickly. Voldemort glowed green for an instant, and the he turned his attention back to Harry.
“Well what do you know,” he said. “It worked!” Still looking at Harry, he pointed a single finger at Sirius, and he gave a giant yell of pain. Sirius fell backwards onto the ground, appearing to be unconscious.
“Amazing, my spells work!” said Voldemort, looking happier than Harry had ever seen him. He turned towards Mrs. Figg now, looking ready to try out another one of his spells. Mrs. Figg, however, did not look intimidated.
“Ah, Arabella… I thought we would never meet again,” he said.
“Tom, I see you’ve grown…” she said, looking disgusted.
“You know each other!?” yelled Harry.
“Sadly, I taught him,” said Mrs. Figg. “I was the Arithmancy teacher at that time, one of his favorite classes.”
“She taught me everything I know,” said Voldemort.
“I taught you nothing!” she said. “Just as a father may disown his son even though he had him, I disown the teaching I gave you.”
“How touching,” he said. “In fact, it has affected me so much, I think I will give you a chance to live.”
“Who said anything about me dying?” said Mrs. Figg.
“We shall have a proper duel, one on one with a second each. You and Lupin shall be a team against me and my partner.”
“And who is your partner going to be?”
Just then, the black phoenix landed down on the ground next to Voldemort. It curled up, making itself as small as possible, then it immediately transformed into a human, but not just any human, it was Wormtail.
“I shall be Wormtail’s second, he has not had the chance to fight much lately, and wants a chance to.”
Millions of questions were forming inside Harry’s head. What was going on? How could Wormtail transform into both a rat and a phoenix? What are the new spells that Voldemort was using? And most importantly, how had he gotten here in the first place?
“Fine,” said Mrs. Figg. “Lupin shall be my second against Wormtail and you.”
“Excellent,” hissed Voldemort. “But, to make this a bit more interesting… we shall put a bit more than our lives on the line for this duel.”
“What do you mean?” asked Mrs. Figg.
“Whoever wins this duel will own Harry Potter and his two friends.”
“No! That’s madness! That is crazy! Leave them out of this Tom!”
“Would you rather I kill all of you