Desire

If you look for a traitor, you shouldn' t look for someone acting suspicious, because once you start, you will find an enormous amount of suspicious people near you.

It's the perfect people you should regard, for no one is perfect. Selflessly goes only so far until something is in the way of the desire of someone. And everyone has a Desire. Might it be money, power, beauty, being recognized or anything else. The only sure thing about aware beings is: Everyone has a Desire.

To desire something isn't wrong, of course. It' s our reason for being alive, our strive, after all. Without it, we would only exist for existence sake. Just doing what we have to do to exist, fullfilling our bodily needs, until death finally releases us. You can see it sometimes in widows that lost their partner, they lived so long for the happiness of their partner, that they aren't able to find a new reason to life.

A new Desire.

They only exist, not truly alife anymore. Only waiting for their death, living like ants. Doing the same routine day after day. Like people that gave up to be something special, to be normal, because they came to the conclusion that's all they were meant to be. All they ever could be. As if the world had nothing more to offer to them.

'How boring.', That was all he could think of at the prospect to have to spend the next two to three months at his relativs place while he walked down the dark corridors of Hogwarts . And he meant at, for his stay there certainly wouldn't be anything like living with them.

'To do the same thing every day, limited to gossip, work and the dayly meals, while there was so much more in this world to pursue. More to explore than you ever could in a lifetime. What a waste of time!', he thoght disgusted.

He would never be anything like them. He had many desires after all. Never, never would he be a good for nothing simpleton like them. A freak? Well, that's decided by the perspective your looking from. But certainly not good for nothing! Yes, he would become great. How could a genius like him not? But greater heights than anyone else, that was what he would achive. His name would never be forgotten after his death! Not that he would let Death claim him anytime soon. First he had to find the reason for live, the world to explore, and to shape the world in his image. To become an everlasting memory, you had to do more than something great. You had to do before thought impossible things. And you had to do many of them, but for that even a genius needed time. More then the limitations of a human lifespan. But he had already found a way around that, his two year long research had paid off, a truly useful investment of time. Now he had all the time in the world to archive his long list of goals. And he would never be forgotten, the only way to reach true imortaly, living on in the heads of the living forever. All thanks to Kaa, he would always be greatfull to Kaa, without him he would never have been able to find an acceptable solution to his timeproblem. And while he wasn't an all too intelligent companion, he was a companion non the less. One that would forever be by his side.

"Fortunis Major"

"Again out this late, Mr. Potter? One day you will cause Gryffindor to loose the housecup with your nightly exploits. Invisibly Cloak or not."

While the portrait slowly opened, he couldn't help but wonder again who' s brilliant idea of using a portrait as guard it was. It couldn't fend off any attacker, and would need far too long to get any help, exept for even more useless portraits. What a brilliant Idea! The Wizarding world was truly overdue for a make over. And the house cup, of course. What once was a competition to raise the students motivation even higher, served today only as a reason for fights, to let the teachers bribe the students and of course to make a weaker studend even more of an outcast! Really, purpose failed!

Some traditions might be nice, yes, like christmas for example. They hurt no one, but keeping something as ridiculous as the portrait or the house cup, just because it was that way for a thousand years? What kind of argument was that?

While he slowly climbed up the stairs to his years dormitory, he could hear Ronald Weasleys snoring become gradually louder, when he entered it became a noise that should wake the others, as it should wake even animals who were oversleeping the winter.

Ronald Billius Weasley.

Best Friend?

He too, has desires. And many of them. Amusing is that he is expecting it to fall all of it in his lap. Too lazy to work in order to achieve them. Pitifull. That is what he was. In his future he will live with 30 years of age still at home at his mothers and wait for her to finish with the food. No women will want to live with someone as needy as him. Not able to advance in classes without Hermione to help him. As soon she stops assisting him he will fail in school and if she helps him through until the end? He will fail after it at any career he begins after Hogwarts anyway. Not being able to wake to be punctually to classes or always forgetting his homework. And he is supposed to be 16? I would call you a liar, if I didn't know better.

'Two people as differen't as us could never be best friends.' That was just impossible. And that's if you overlook the fact that he stabbed him in the back during fourth year.

'My parents trusted Pettigrew, a foolish mistake', he thought in rememberance, 'to trust someone weakwilled as one of them, when it came to your family? No, he was just a weak point for the enemy to exploit, like everyone that I would let come too close to me. It was a good thing after all that I hadn't conected with Sirius.'

It was laughable that they expected him to cry over Sirius death. He hadn't known the man! They lived in the same house for four weeks, nothing more. And Sirius proved that he was loyal to Dumbledore first, when there were no response to the letters sent to him during the summer. Sirius would have been just another weak point, with his blind trust to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was a capable man, he was not to be underestimated. To call him old and senile and to disregard him, would mean certain defeat. He wouldn't do the same mistake the deatheaters always did. A shame that Riddle doesn't think the same. To pull the better on both of them would be a challenge. But with the prophecy, there would be no sirious attempt to stop Riddle by Dumbledore. There seemed to be no other way as to fight both of them. Dumbledore was simply too set in the power of love the Prophecy talked about. A Prophecy showed just one of the more possible futures, not nessissary the right one. But Dumbledores naivity when it came to love and the goodnes of the humans was also one of his only weaknesses. One he had already exploitet during his time at Hogwarts, succesfully completing many of his experiments hidden in the Chamber of secrets. But he wouldn't be able to hold the image of Dumbledores most loyal supporter for much longer. He would have to be very careful in dealing with Dumbledore. A standoff between them was unavoidable. He had to make sure to gain an advantage beforehand. Dumbledore would never accept him to do what was simply nessassary.

He wasn't truly evil and diddn't enjoy torture like Riddle but he was ready to leave many morals behind in order to bring advancement. Changes always meant sacrifices after all. And everyone will have to make sure for himself that he isn't one of the sacrifices. Just like a giant tournament, just that there is much more on the line, because in the end it is survival of the fittest and the winner takes everything.

Placing Kaa safly in his trunk for the jorney to Surry, removing his clothes, he watched once through the window on the grounds. The grounds that would one day be his, among other things of course, and while he lay down a smile appeared on his face at his thoughts.

'For one da I will prove to the world, there is no such power, higher than Harry Potter!'