Title: Cold December

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Summary: Total Drabblet. Someone finds out something not quite nice

He knew the truth now. The cold, biting truth; they had never been his. His friends, or his lovers. They were ordered. He thought back on the past three blissful years; he loved them both, he really did. And they obviously didn't return his affection.

As the depths of the betrayal became apparent the man broke down in harsh sobs. It was unfair - most of his life devoted to people who cared little for his real self.

One overheard conversation had brought his whole life down around his ears. 'If only I could go back, I don't want to hear, please.' Unfortunately even with all of the power he had accumulated in the war against Voldemort he couldn't change the past. Even with a time-turner he would still know of their deceit.

They would pay, all three of them. His two 'best-friends,' they would regret lying to him. But Dumbledore, the instigator of the man's current pain? He would make sure there wasn't enough pieces of the headmaster left to identify. Harry would have his revenge.