A/N: Hey! Chapter one was sort of just an introduction, so it isn't quite like the rest of the story. I hope at least some of you are interested enough to keep reading. I may change chapter one eventually. Anyway, sorry this isn't out sooner; I've been a little occupied with being lazy, if you know what I mean. Here's chapter two :)
((Edit 12/11/2015: This chapter has also been rewritten. All chapters from this point forward are new.))
After Harry Potter had escaped that final time, the strings attaching Lord Voldemort to his last shred of sanity disintegrated, leaving a massive effect on everything connected to it; namely, his entire mind and personality. There was someone else who noticed, since this person was also connected to this loose string: the one person who had access to slivers of the Dark Lord's mind, the person who had caused the life-altering reaction.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir!" Harry Potter himself gasped, bursting into the Headmaster's office. A pale hand clutched the scar on his forehead, his glasses askew and an expression of pure agony on his face.
"Harry! What has happened?" Dumbledore, who had been answering yet another hate-letter from Minister I'm-So-Perfect Fudge, rose hurriedly from his seat. He rushed over to guide Harry towards the empty chair placed in front of his desk.
Harry collapsed into the seat, beginning to sweat. "It's him," he forced out, and Dumbledore leaned forward with concern.
It had only been a few hours since he had used Side-Along Apparition to transport Harry away from Voldemort and to the safety of Hogwarts. He had been taken to the Hospital Wing to recover from the encounter, and was supposed to remain there for the remainder of the day, at least. Madam Pomfrey must have ushered the boy up to his office. What was going on?
"For a few months now, I've been getting these crazy visions of the most random things… But until now, I've waved it off as exam stress, or something. A few minutes ago, the connection with Voldemort went haywire- my scar's burning like mad, and the visions came back, worse than before." Harry closed his eyes, breathing deeply.
Haywire? Dumbledore's brows furrowed. He gave Harry a moment to try calming down to ease the pain, conjuring a glass of water. "Try to focus, Harry," he urged. "What is it that you see? Can you hear anything? Do you feel any sort of unexplained emotion, any at all?"
Harry took a tentative sip from the glass before closing his eyes again, grimacing as the pain intensified due to his concentration. After another moment, he told the Headmaster, "I see… Lots of colorful, flashing lights, and… Wait, was that a /pineapple/?"
Since when did Voldemort ever like pineapples? As far as Dumbledore could remember, Tom had never touched the fruit during his time at Hogwarts… Not that he'd been watching the boy that carefully. He was just a very observant man.
"How random. Go on," Dumbledore murmured after a brief silence, during which Harry just looked confused.
"Right. I hear, er, lots of crazed laughter… Professor, what does this mean? I feel… I'm not sure. It's sort of happy, but… different. I don't get it."
Nor did Dumbledore. What could it mean? What did it suggest about the Dark Lord's plans or thoughts? It most definitely wasn't something either of them were expecting. "I do not know, Harry," he confessed. "For once, I have not a clue."
The two sat in a puzzled silence for a few minutes. Harry winced again. "He's… started singing. Merlin… His voice is terrible."
"You hear him again," Dumbledore observed, learning forwards in his seat, hands steepled in thought. "Tell me, if you will… What song is it that the Dark Lord is singing?" The words 'Dark Lord' and 'singing' sounded terribly odd within the same sentence.
"I… I'm not sure," Harry told him, feeling quite awkward. "I've never heard it before. But it goes something like, 'Let it go, let it go, I can't hold it back anymore…'"
"Frozen," came Dumbledore's immediate gasp of recognition.
"What?"
"Nothing of your concern, Harry," Dumbledore waved his hand, as if to physically brush the question off. "The world shall see someday. But for now," he added, leaning back wearily into his chair, "we must tread carefully. Voldemort has been unpredictable in the past. He will be just as dangerous now, maybe even more so. I am not even sure why, or what is causing this. Do not worry about it for now; leave that to me. Instead, you should see Madam Pomfrey about that scar of yours- and that is nonnegotiable," he stated firmly, seeing the thoughts of disobedience in the boy's eyes. "Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger can wait to hear the story."
"Yes, sir," Harry nodded, resigned, sliding the chair back. He stood up, slightly unsteady on his feet. "I'll let you know if something else happens?"
"Please do," Dumbledore agreed, watching as Harry left the room, the troubled expression never wavering from his aged face. He just didn't know.
A/N: Well, it was slightly longer. I hope it was alright. Next chapter we get some Voldy interaction, so that should be fun, right? If you have any ideas for chapters, feel free to send them in a review or a PM.
Thanks to Talon and Tawny for your interest in the story! You rock :D Sorry I didn't update sooner for you. I hope this made up for it, just a little bit?
~Breeze