Dealing with Quirrelmort

Harry was on the brink of magical exhaustion.

And this was not normal because he had 3-4 times magical power than his peers.

But permanent transfigurations were always a magically exhausting.

And permanently transfiguring a piece of Basilisk hide into a piece of cloth was probably one of the most magically exhausting transfiguration he had ever performed.

Even transfiguring all the Oxygen near in Hagrid's hut into Carbon Dioxide had not been as exhausting as this.

And the worse part was that after fully exhausting his magic, he was only able to transfigure a small piece of the Basilisk hide that was not even the size of a small handkerchief.

Yes, creating a robe from magically transfigured Basilisk hide was going to be a very exhausting task.

But then again, he had known that from the start.

After all, there are only a few magical races in the whole world whose skin is more magically resistant than a Basilisk.

But magical resistance didn't meant that it could totally negate the effect of magic.

Which was why he was able to transfigure that small piece of basilisk hide after exhausting all his magic.

Now he only had to repeat the process for about a hundred times before he would get enough cloth to make a highly magical resistant robe.

And then he would have to carve numerous runes on it with Unicorn blood and that task itself would take a lot of time because Unicorn Blood is very magically potent and even the smallest mistake could blow his whole lab into smithereens.

He was already feeling tired knowing the huge task ahead of him but it had to be done.

Such a pity that he could not delegate this task to someone else.

Because even if some adult wizard who was good at transfiguration tried to do replicate this feat, he would only be met with failure.

After all, it took a lot of will and intent on his part to make this transfiguration possible.

Only Hermione or possibly Dumbledore would be able to do what he had done here.

Hermione because she was getting very good at will and intent magic and Dumbledore because of his mastery over Transfiguration and his large magical core.

No one else would be able to do this.

If they were capable of doing this, then the rich people in the magical society would already be wearing robes that were transfigured from Dragon hide.

He plopped down on the chair and raised the highly magically resistant piece of cloth in his hand and smile.

And this was just one of the many defenses that he was preparing for himself.

By the time Voldemort enters the society once again, Harry would wipe the floor with his ass.

He was sure of it.

With those thoughts, he laid his head down on the table as sleep claimed him.

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* Harry feels someone crossing his wards at night and follows this person to the forbidden forest. There, he finds Quirrelmort already feasting on a dead Unicorn. Harry hates the fact that Voldemort was able to kill such innocent beings for his own greed. He also hates the fact that he could have saved all those unicorns if he had killed Quirrel earlier so he felt bad as well. In the end, he attacks Quirrelmort and steals the Unicorn body. He decided that it was time to kill Quirrel and kills the wizard.

Harry was working on the second damaged pensieve late in the night when he felt a prick on his senses.

Then he felt Selena move from under his robes as she poked her head out of his robes and said "Harry… Someone with a very dark signature just entered the forbidden forest once again."

Harry grimaced at that and gave a nod to her and she went back into his sleeves.

It was that time of the month once again.

That time when he had to watch Quirrelmort kill a Unicorn and drink it's blood so that he could salvage the body for himself without getting cursed for killing a Unicorn.

Despite his indifference to the populace of the Wizarding world, he was not a monster and watching something as pure and innocent as a Unicorn die and not doing anything about it always made him feel like shit.

Worse part was that he knew that he could simply kill Quirrelmort and stop all these deaths but Unicorn blood and the other parts of it's body was not something that you could buy in the black market.

Letting those pure creatures die at the hand of that monster was perhaps one of the few things that he truly regretted in his life.

He shook his head and wore the invisible cloak before opening the window and flying out of the room.

By the time he reached the Forest, Quirrelmort had already struck down a young unicorn and was feasting on it's blood.

While the unicorn still lived.

Harry was appalled by this sight because of how young the Unicorn was.

It was not even a young adult.

It was a child.

If Quirrelmort wanted to drink blood then he could at least have chosen a fully grown Unicorn.

Why would be even go after a child.

Was the dark wizard truly that desparate.

He saw the pain in the Unicorn's eyes and felt the guilt overwhelm him.

He saw the tears roll down it's eyes and was suddenly reminded of Hermione when she was being bullied by her housemates.

And he wondered how he would have felt if someone did the same thing to Hermione.

No.

He couldn't do it anymore.

He couldn't simply stand aside and watch as Quirrelmort killed another innocent being.

And that reminded him so much of Hermione for some reason.

It was time to end this.

With that thought, he flew around the dark wizard, ready to slice of his head without a moment's delay.

But it went to show how capable Voldemort was because even after adding all those charms in the Invisibility cloak, he was still able to sense him.

"Fool behind you." The voice hissed and Quirrel turned around just in time to see a cutting curse separate his neck from his shoulders.

The DADA teacher's head rolled to the ground and he was dead before his body could even hit the ground.

A moment of silence took over the dark forest.

Before a shrill scream pierced his ears and a dark fog rose up from now decomposed head and shouted.

"Who was it?" the fog screamed, looking one way or another yet not able to see him hiding under the invisibility cloak.

"Who did it?" it screamed once again.

"Whoever you are. Know that I, Lord Voldemort will have my vengeance one day."

And with those last words, the fog flew off in the distance and Harry let go of the breath that he didn't knew he was holding.

Seeing the dark wizard in movies was one thing.

Seeing him in real life was another.

He shook those thoughts from his head and bent down over the heavily injured Unicorn foal that laid on the ground and felt a wave of immense sadness wash over him.

"I'm sorry." He murmured to the innocent child.

"I'm so… so sorry."