The Escape

"I have strength, enough for this" The voice continued, the man narrowed his eyes at Quirrell who went about removing his turban. Quirrell rose and the man stepped back, preparing to attack and defend himself. Quirrell turned around, the man's yellow eyes widened when he saw a face on the back of Quirrell's head.

"Who are you?" The man asked

"I am the dark lord, Voldemort" The face spoke "who are you?"

"I haven't chosen a name yet" The man answered "perhaps in the future, for now I'd like to ask a few questions. The main one is why the most dangerous dark lord of all time is currently living in this pathetic fools body when he was supposed to be destroyed by the Potter boy?"

"Destroy me?" Voldemort laughed "Nobody can destroy me, I am immortal"

"That doesn't answer my question"

"How dare you interrupt my master?!" Quirrell shouted

"Quiet" The man ordered "you are irrelevant now, so tell me, what are you doing here?"

"Why should I tell you?" Voldemort sneered

"Because I'll figure it out either way" The man replied "you could save me the time. In fact, I believe I know what you're after"

"Do you?" Voldemort asked slowly

"Yes" The man nodded "that old fool is hiding something in the third floor corridor, that's what you're after, isn't it?"

"Yes" Voldemort admitted "I must say, you intrigue me, you seem to have no love for the Potter boys or the headmaster"

"The headmaster" The man snorted "is a tired, old, delusional fool who believes he knows best. As for the Potter boys, one is an arrogant and talentless brat while the other is unimportant"

"Oh" Voldemort chuckled "how wrong you are, how incredibly wrong you are" Before the man could reply, a large sound was heard outside. It seemed that somebody was trying to open the door.

"We should talk more, another time perhaps" The man said

"Yes" Voldemort smiled "perhaps"

Quirrell quickly began putting his turban back on, by the time he was done the door burst open. Standing in the doorway with their wands drawn were Albus Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick.

"H...headm...master" Quirrell stuttered

"Who are you?" Dumbledore demanded

The figure slowly turned to face the headmaster, he slowly raised both of his arm. The three kept their wands on him, soon his hands were up in the air.

"You were asked a question" McGonagall spoke "who are you?"

"Nobody of consequence" The man answered

"I insist you tell me who you are" The headmaster demanded

"Very well" The man drawled "I am...escaping"

A wand shot from his sleeve into his right hand, he turned it and a high pitch scream echoed in the air. Dumbledore quickly shot off a stunner before he began covering his ears, the man dodge then grabbed Quirrell's desk and tossed it at the headmaster with one arm.

The headmaster blasted the desk, and all three teachers were about to fire when they heard a sound of glass smashing. It seemed that the man had jumped out of the window, the Professors quickly rushed to the window and looked out of it. They saw nothing, not even a bird.

"Are you alright Professor Quirrell?" Professor Flitwick asked

"Y...es" Quirrell got out "but I t...think he b...broke some r...ibs"

"Ribs?!" Professor McGonagall shouted "There's a cutting curse on your leg, what other spell did he hit you with?"

"He d...didn't, he attacked me ph...physically"

"Physically?" Dumbledore asked

"Y…yes" Quirrell stuttered that annoying stutter "he s...strangled me, k...kneed me repeatedly, and p...punched me"

"My goodness" McGonagall exclaimed "why would he do that?"

"I...I don't k...know"

"Very well" Dumbledore said "could the two of you escort him to the hospital wing?"

"Yes, of course headmaster" Flitwick nodded. McGonagall and Flitwick gently guided Quirrell out of his office and towards the hospital wing.

Dumbledore was left deep in thought, who was this mysterious stranger? Why did he attack Quirrell? And why did he attack him physically? The man clearly had his wand with him, yet chose to resort to physical violence, Dumbledore wondered if the man knew about Voldemort residing in Quirrell head.

Dumbledore had worked it out a long time ago, the only reason he didn't do anything about it was because it was a good test for Adrian. He hoped that this new man wouldn't ruin his plans, Adrian still had to discover the third floor corridor and the mirror.

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