40 Lamentations Before Death.

Adam woke up early, did his exercises, and took a shower. His body, now twelve years old, was still boyish, but his muscles were becoming more evident every day.

His body exercise was quite useful and would continue to be so for years to come. While your body was developing, this physical stimulation would be helpful.

But once you get past 17, the quality drops. It would still be useful when someone

with zero training started, after all, having a healthy body would always be a good thing.

But for someone like Adam who trained from a young age, he would need to find a new method of improving his body.

''My physical exercise, with the recovery that water brings, provides me with a perfect method of refining my body. The pressure I experience when using powerful spells is much less this way…'' Adam commented, leaving the shower.

''A pity that it has an expiration date.'' He lamented, remembering that he should start thinking of a new way to improve that point in the future.

''No more thinking about something I can't solve right now.'' He threw the towel on the bed and changed his clothes.

''Time to teach my young padawans'' He laughed and grabbed some items from his briefcase, leaving the room right after, going to the Clubroom.

Today would be the Club's first meeting, Adam had warned all members, to be there by 8 am.

In the Clubroom, when Adam entered, all the lights in the room came on, and the runes glowed and brought light to the place.

Adam looked around, satisfied, the Club was a perfect place to learn magic. Now it was up to him to know how to teach the new members.

Now it was still 7 o'clock, he was the host and arrived earlier.

''I hope they want to come back after the first test'' Adam laughed, thinking he had overdone the first teaching.

''They need to understand, how frightening the mind is when uncontrolled,'' he murmured, closing his eyes in the middle of the room, where he waited in silence.

An hour passed quickly, and soon five young Wizards had gathered in front of the Club.

Terry, Anthony, Harry, Isabella, and Hermione.

''How do we get in? '' Harry asked, right when he arrived.

''I don't know, we just arrived too'' Anthony shrugged.

''Perhaps-''

Terry opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, the door opened.

The five looked at the now open room and were confused.

The whole room was immersed in darkness.

While the five hesitated, someone appeared in the middle of the room, a light came on just where he was, and it was impossible not to see him.

Adam was in the center of the light, his eyes closed, sitting up.

''Come in,'' he said, opening his eyes, blue ones that glowed brightly.

It was as if his look was magic.

In reaction to their eyes opening, some runes flashed inside the room, but this was unknown to the five who walked in slowly.

When everyone entered, the door behind them closed.

"To join the club, everyone must prove their determination,'' Adam spoke, his voice calms but with intensity.

''Here I will teach you things beyond comprehension, but power is something that only a few can truly have.''

Adam looked into the eyes of the five and smiled. I could see everyone show determination.

''Remember,'' he said, raising his voice to make sure the five of them could hear well.

''Remember, you are the masters of your own minds. Your mind is, and always will be, your true domain of absolute power and control."

When his voice faded, the light went out and the room returned to darkness.

"Adam? Isabella called.

But nobody answered.

''Is this some kind of passing test? '' Hermione asked, her voice slightly excited. As if the idea of joining a magic club excited her.

''If it is, it's pretty scary,'' Harry complained, he could barely see the others beside him, it was so dark.

''Definitely something Adam would do,'' Terry muttered, shivering, remembering the spider pranks.

Anthony at the side nodded as he said: "Adam doesn't do anything unnecessary, y so let's just wait and see what he's cooking up…''

"What did he mean, remember, you're the master of your mind?" Harry asked.

I felt like I had read that sentence somewhere, but I couldn't remember where.

''Guys?'' Harry called when no one answered him.

Looking around, Harry saw that there was no one else besides him.

''Where did everyone go? '' He muttered, moving across the room.

It was then that a light flashed, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut.

''What happened?'' he asked, opening his eyes with difficulty shortly after.

Now, the room was no longer dark. There was light everywhere, although it wasn't that bright yet.

Harry looked around curiously, the place he was standing in looked similar.

''I remember already–'' Harry stopped his words as his vision fixed in one spot.

In the center of the room, there was a mirror, a very special mirror. But it wasn't the mirror that made Harry freeze, it was the man in front of the mirror.

''Professor Quirrell?'' Harry muttered, taking a step back.

''Surprised P-Potter?'' stammered the man, who wore a purple tube.

''I bet you didn't expect to find poor P-Professor Quirrell here, right? '' He chuckled and put the fake stutter aside.

''This is impossible, how? '' Harry asked as if talking to himself.

''Enough talk, the rock, get the rock.'' An aged voice rang out as if coming from behind Quirrell's head.

Harry shivered just hearing the voice, how could he not recognize it?

''Voldemort,'' Harry said, his voice echoing throughout the room.

Quirrell, who was turning towards the mirror, stopped in his tracks, his eyes surprised.

''How did you – '' he was about to ask, when his body stiffened and, as if controlled by someone else, began to move stiffly.

First, he turned his back on Harry, his hands going to the tube, which was pulled out to show an ugly face with red eyes.

''I confess that I underestimated you, Harry,'' hissed Voldemort, his voice making Harry shiver once more.

''I don't know if you're a fool, like your parents, or a brave, even greater fool,'' Voldemort said, taking steps towards Harry.

Harry was trembling, although he didn't understand everything that was happening, it was still Voldemort in front of him.

'I've done it once, I can do it again' Harry thought, taking a deep breath and preparing himself.

When Voldemort got a little closer, Harry screamed and jumped at Voldemort, grabbing the dark lord's ugly face.

''Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh'' Voldemort yelled.

Harry smiles and sighs in relief, before realizing that something is wrong.

'Where is the pain? ' he asked himself, he remembered that the first time, when he touched Quirrellmort, he also felt pain.

But now there was nothing.

Then he heard a scary laugh. Voldemort was laughing.

Afraid, Harry looked up, looking at Voldemort, staring at him, laughing.

"Fool" Voldemort said, and Harry was thrown across the room by an unseen force. When he fell to the ground, ropes appeared and tied him.

''Is that what they teach at Hogwarts now? Grabbing the enemy's face'' Voldemort teased. ''Dumbledore needs to improve his Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers''

His voice held clear contempt when speaking of Dumbledore, and humor when mentioning the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors.

Voldemort looked at Harry and was surprised when he saw that there was no more fear on the boy's face.

But before he asked where that confidence came from. Harry answered it himself.

''Dumbledore,'' he said, not hiding his confidence. 'He'll be here soon, and you won't be able to run away this time''

Voldemort stared at Harry as if he were a fool.

''Harry, Harry, Harry. '' He said, his voice icy, making Harry understand that something was wrong.

''As your teacher for some time, I will give you a good lesson. Never trust anything but your power, and never trust others.''

Harry frowned, not understanding why Voldemort wasn't running away.

Shouldn't he fear Dumbledore?

''Don't you think it's weird, Harry?'' said Voldemort, walking over to the fire that divided the rooms.

''How could Dumbledore not know there was something wrong with that idiot Quirrell?''

''What do you mean?'' Harry asked, not sure if he wanted the answer.

''Dumbledore always knew,'' Voldemort said, pausing in front of the fire. ''He always knew, and let him come to me, so I could kill him.''

''IT'S A LIE'' Harry yelled.

''See then Harry, see if Dumbledore comes to help the poor students of this school'' Voldemort spoke and with a wave he made the fire disappear.

Isabella and Hermione ran for the passage as soon as they saw the fire disappear.

'''Harry'' Called

But they stopped their steps at the same moment.

In front of them, there was no Harry, but a man with an ugly face and red eyes that they didn't recognize.

''Run,'' Harry yelled, his voice filled with pure terror. "Run, he's Voldemort"

His last words made Hermione and Isabella freeze.

Fear, there was fear in their eyes. As they gazed at the fearsome dark lord.

And even though Harry screamed to run, they couldn't, they lost their strength.

Harry looked at the two with fear and anxiety, he tried his best to free himself from the ropes, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape.

Then he saw it.

Voldemort looked at him with those red eyes and smiled.

Then he shifted his gaze back to the girls and waved his wand.

''Avada Kedavra''

He heard Voldemort say, and a jet of green light shot at Hermione.

Everything went silent for Harry. His eyes are red with anger, fear, sadness, and helplessness.

In front of him, Hermione's body plummeted, falling to the floor. Eyes open, but lifeless.

Hermione was dead.

Voldemort chuckled and waved again.

The same jet of green light hit Isabella.

Her icy body fell to the floor, lifeless.

Harry screamed, and Voldemort laughed.

Then Voldemort walked over to where Harry was, and the smile was gone.

''Avada Kedavra''

Harry heard him say, and then he saw the familiar green light coming toward him.

When the light hit him, everything went dark, and Harry could feel his strength slipping away, his mind fading.

'Hermione…

Isabella…

Father…

Mom…

'

He thought of his family.

But there was another thought on his mind.

''Why am I so weak?''

He wondered before his consciousness was gone, and only darkness was left.

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Author's words:

Hi,

I apologize for not having a new chapter yesterday. I'm having some personal issues, and that's preventing me from writing new chapters as quickly as before.

So it's quite likely that we won't get a new chapter every day, although I promise I'll try.

If I succeed, it should be short chapters, but I'll do my best.

Thanks for reading.