Drabble
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Harry took a sip of his tea and settled into the large, winged red armchair.
"I just," Voldemort sighed from his green armchair and for a few seconds the crackling from the imposing fireplace dominated the room, "it's a real power trip, you know?"
Harry nodded understandingly without looking up from his tea and took another sip.
"I know I shouldn't, but it's so addictive to have that kind of power over someone," Voldemort continued wistfully, "It's just... Well, you get it, right?"
Harry fixed him with a stern look from his armchair.
"I know, I know..." Voldemort lifted his cup for another sip, "I guess I should stop spiking Albus's lemon drops."
