A/N So... We're at the end (I promise I'll keep it short). Just like to say a massive thanks to those that reviewed (jessapink, missanimestranger and Tabby Dreamer, you guys are awesome!) because they forced me to keep going. As with most fan-fics, I don't own either The IT Crowd or Harry Potter, so I guess my biggest thanks go to Graham Linehan and J.K Rowling, because otherwise this would be kinda hard to write. This chapter seems quite long to me, so I'm not gonna write anymore. Go on!
That red door. I knew I had to open it. Roy had warned me not to, but Roy always spoils things. What if it was... A shoe cupboard? A portal to a shopping centre? I wouldn't know until I opened it, and I would know by the end of the day.
I had come in especially early, and there was no sign of Moss or Roy. I decided to go for it.
I opened the door quickly, certain I was ready for whatever was behind it.
I felt and heard the door connect with something, but I wasn't sure what it was. I peeked around the door.
The door I was leaning against was opened, and I fell back into someone, flooring them and myself. I heard my head connect with the floor, though I felt disconnected from this. At least this way to die would be less painful than being clubbed to death.
Moss was behind the door, now with a head wound (Head Wound!) and was unconscious. I tried to wake him up, but I couldn't. If only I could remember the emergency services number... 0118 999 881 99... Duh-duh, duh, duh, duh-duh-duh, duh... 3.
Something tells me that wouldn't get me through to the hospital.
Voldemort saw Quirrell open the door, and his worst nightmare came true.
Harry Potter - well, the boy who inhabited his body - fell backwards, coming straight towards Voldemort. Quirrell was frozen to the spot, and the boy fell onto him. They hit the floor simultaneously, and Voldemort's nose hit the floor first. The bones were crushed. Then his forehead hit the floor, and everything went black.
I woke up several hours later, in what I can only assume was Hogwarts. Finally! I was back to normal. My hand reached up to touch my scar, just to check I wasn't someone else new.
I was me. I looked down at my robe, and frowned when I saw the Hufflepuff badge. I thought I would be in Gryffindor (I admit, I may have had a quick look at the first book)? I heard a small chuckle, and looked up. A tallish man with long white hair and a beard was sitting at the end of my bed. I almost jumped.
"Well done, Harry," the man said. I couldn't go through this, not knowing people's names again. "I just came to congratulate you on your battle with the troll. Falling back into Professor Quirrell caused him to become unconscious, and upon examining his head wound, we discovered his second face. As it turns out, Voldemort was living at Hogwarts all along."
What? I just nodded. How weird was this school?
"I just wanted to thank you, because this potentially saved many lives. Voldemort's soul survived, but he doesn't have the strength to come back for a while, by which time we will all be more ready." He got up, and walked towards the door.
"By the way," he said, from the doorway. "Your Gryffindor robes are in your new dormitory. Next to Ron, I take it?" he winked. "Welcome to Hogwarts, Harry."
I noticed he had left a note, and picked it up. "Dumbledore. Just for future reference."
I shook my head. Our headmaster was a genius.
I woke up in Richmond's room, of all places. Richmond's room? Richmond was staring at me.
"Richmond?" I asked.
He woke up from his daze. "Are you back?"
How did he know? I didn't ask, I just said quietly, "Yes."
He looked devastated. "Oh... Okay."
I sat up from where I had been put in the recovery position at the far end of the room. "What happened?"
Richmond replied, "You got knocked out by the door." He knew I meant so much more, but decided to go for the obvious.
At that moment, Roy rushed in. "Richmond? Where's Moss?" I came as soon as I could..." He saw me, looking pretty okay. "Oh thank God you're back."
I looked at him. "What do you mean, Roy?"
He hugged me, which was nice, and just whispered, "You know what I mean."
"Well," I said. "These computers won't fix themselves, will they?" I smiled.
It was so good to be back.
It was almost a day later when I saw Richmond at Hogwarts.
I was walking down a corridor, completely lost, when I saw his jet black hair and cape.
"Richmond!" I set off running down the corridor, trying to catch him up. "Richmond!"
I caught him up, and grabbed his shoulder. Richmond?
"Wrong," the man said. "Minus twenty points from Gryffindor for running in the corridor and quoting a TV show that hasn't been made yet."
The Potions master shrugged my hand off and walked briskly on. I watched him go.
I couldn't move all of a sudden. Grief coursed through me.