AUTHOR'S NOTES
I'm just going to add minor stuff to fill up the chapters that I took down so that my updates will finally be shown. As I said before, I hope that you enjoy the new chapters, and don't forget to review!
DISCLAIMER: Don't own anyone here 'cept my little snake Armand, not making any money, and all characters belong to the one who created this lovely universe, J.K. Rowling herself. Wish I had Draco though…
Parseltongue
Part Seven
Previously…
Harry fainted, and Voldemort is carrying him to his sitting room. Hedwig is annoying him.
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"Why are you being so nice to me?" Harry mumbled into Riddle's chest. He couldn't help but smell the spicy scent of his enemy's cologne as he breathed, making the moment even more surreal to his stress addled mind.
"Why shouldn't I? You looked like you needed some help, and it didn't look like you were trying to hurt me. I'm not that evil you know."
"But Dumbledore said…" Harry's voice trailed off."
"What did he say?" Riddle's voice reflected his annoyance, his muscles tensing slightly at the mention of the old goat's name.
"He said that you were evil. Like… "The Evil." Killing innocents and all that rot… So.. why aren't you? Killing innocents I mean. Not that you haven't, because you probably have, but I'm innocent, in a weird kind of way, and would that make you want to kill me? Other than the fact that I'm the Boy-Who-Lived and you are supposed to be trying to kill me because the Prophecy said so, and-"
A hand was clasped over his mouth to stop the never ending tirade that was streaming from the boy's mouth. Riddle's eyebrow twitched.
"For you information, I don't have to answer those questions, or anything else that you have directed as me because I'm not THAT evil, thank you very much, and I'm trying to be serious here! Do you want me to dump you on the floor?"
Harry shook his head in a negative fashion, Riddle's hand still resting over his mouth.
"Good. Now, we are going to go sit down and talk calmly like rational, human beings. And I have a feeling that the barmy old goat is up to his old tricks again, so I'm not going to hold anything against you, since it's probably his fault." He finally removed his hand and Harry swallowed, breathing heavily.
"Um… ok then. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt then-"
"You'd better! I'm carrying you, you know." Voldemort cut in.
"I don't know why I'm even listening to you, but… thanks."
"You're welcome. Here we are…"
To Be Continued…