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After a strange talk with Voldemort in the graveyard Harry begins to question his Headmaster
In the graveyard, held in place by a statue Harry even though filled with thoughts, wonders why should his life be so difficult, why can't one year be filled with boring classes and life too mundane to be forgotten till he wishes it were simpler when life individually catches up? But he can not have such a thing as his life is meant for as some people would call adventure.
But here and now in this moment of struggling with a statute for freedom as the corpse of a friend, lay out of sight yet not too far away from him. Harry reluctantly watched as Peter performed the ritual that would bring back a man who was after him. If given the chance Harry would be so selfish as to abandon his so-called duty to live in peace. But he can't.
After his blood was taken from him he pondered if death was a viable option for peace, but the thought was swept away like the wind as a figure emerged from the cauldron. As if born like a child healthy without issue this being will wreak havoc on the world simply to watch it burn for its pleasure and curiosity.
The figure in question in all its natural glory is no man yet he is no monstrous beast but a delicate balance of both.
Harry would confess there is beauty in the man's monstrous being. But then again there is beauty in everything.
Voldemort, born anew, was quick to adjust to his new body. With a simple gesture, his servant was all too pleased to give his master his wand. Voldemort, ever the kind master, has rewarded his servant with pain. Peter in his cries thanked his lord.
Harry watched the scene with great attention. Looking at Peter as he rolls and shutters in pain. Moves his gaze to Voldemort, not so surprised when their eyes meet.
With a wide smile, Voldemort is quick to be in front of Harry and watches as the boy begins to struggle more and more to be free. “Oh, how I've waited for this day. At last, I have you” he says all too softly as he runs a hand through the boy's hair.
Leaning away from the touch Harry all but want to yell but there were no words that could come to mind. The man before him was not what he had anticipated. To be fair from Dumbledore’s words he had expected a madman, perhaps he was mad but not in the way he thought. But before he knew it he was met with the damp soil of the graveyard floor, frantically searching for his wand he clawed at the dirt in hopes to find as his life depended on it. The sound of a throat clearing made his head snap up and was met with the sight of Voldemort with a small smile on his inhuman lips, in the man's hand he held the very tool that would be the only saving grace of his life.
“Give that back!” he yelled as he shot to his feet and was able to charge forward but stopped himself when Voldemort raised his hand.
“Tell me what would you do if I gave you back your wand?” he asked with a small smile.
Scoffing “I'll kill you”
“Is that so?” a pause “Is that what Albus wants you to do?”
“Yes! Because if I kill you first you can't kill me!” Harry all but shouted in borderline annoyance.
Voldemort looked at the boy as if he had sprouted a second head for a moment he composed himself. Sighing the man rubbed his temple “We have much to discuss it seems”
“What?” Harry said, struck with confusion.
Sighing with a wave of his wand he conjured two chairs. With a simple gesture, he motioned for Harry to sit which he did with much hesitation. “What exactly has the old fool been telling you? If you tell me what he has said I will answer any questions you have in regards to me.”
Harry had given it thought. That being said he made them sit in silence till he agreed with a sigh “I guess I have no choice in the matter. But I guess it would be beneficial to hear you out. But know I don't trust you”
Humming pleased “It's only natural,” Voldemort said.
Sighing and rubbing his eyes he cursed under his breath “I was told that you are on a mission to kill me to rule all magical Britain. Dumbledore told me that you were insane and that you killed my parents. That you will only bring death in discussion on your path.”
Raising a nonexistent brow Voldemort looked down at the boy before releasing a sigh in frustration “Of course the old fool would lie. To speak the truth I may have killed your parents but I had good reasons to.”
“What good reason was it to make me an orphan!” Harry yelled at the man causing Peter to hide in fear as to what was surely to come.
“It was a matter of production for your well-being,” Voldemort said calmly “You see there is a prophecy that dictates I must protect you”
“Prophecy?” Harry asked
Nodding “Yes. There is a prophecy that states that you are my equal and that we both will change the course of our very world. Dumbledore the fool misunderstood and thought that another war would come and that we must battle. Which is why he tried to hide you away from me.”
“Ok? But why kill my parents”
“In truth, my original plan was to help in raising you alongside your parents but Dumbledore gave them the idea that I was out to kill you so he hid your family away. That night I spoke to make them see reason but they were blinded by Dumbledore. They knew that they couldn't defeat me so they did what I was not expecting. Trying to kill you.”
“How can I trust what you are saying is the truth?” Harry asked as he gave the man a hard look.
“You can't but I believe Dumbledore will show his intentions with your life. But only time will tell”
Harry could hardly believe this. It all seemed so utterly weird. Sitting with his supposed enemy and protector, perhaps he has died, his body lying in the moist dirt at Voldemort's feet. But he isn't dead, it is all very much reality. He could hardly contain the laugh that screeched from his lips as if his sanity were leaving.
“God I can't believe my life is such a fucking mess! Death would be more pleasant” he said between broken chuckles.
Cocking his head to the side “Why do you say that? I would assume since you were given the title of savior you would have been raised akin to nobles. Training and Education”
Laughing more Harry could hardly breathe he took a moment to catch his breath “I didn't even know magic existed till arriving at Hogwarts. I was raised by my muggle relatives, they hated magic, I lived all my childhood in a cupboard under the stairs with little to no food or water and was beaten when I accidentally performed magic. It was like that until I left for Hogwarts.”
“I apologize for the outcome of that night,” Voldemort said softly. It was there that something stirred within Harry. The man's sincerity had touched him deeply.
“I believe it is time you return to school.” Voldemort's voice brought Harry out of his thoughts.
“Really? You're just going to let me go”
Nodding, the man gave the boy back his wand gently with his touch, “I have things I have to do.”
“What?” Harry asked but before he could be given a chance to question the Triwizard Cup soared through the air along with Cedric's corpse he had long forgotten. Before he knew it the sounds of music and cheering were heard it only took a few small moments for the people to acknowledge that something was wrong. That was when the cheerful atmosphere was devoured by the demon of fear and then chaos soon followed as the people scrambled among themselves.
Harry could only stare at the scene before him.