April 12, 1996
Thomas Marvolo Ridde Jr. was a stubborn man, and everyone but him knew. Well, that wasn't it, they knew what he was just beginning to realize, well admit really. He'd known for awhile.
Harry had left, and he'd not come back, nor had he been in the papers. But digressing, that had been four months ago, and while Voldemort could use most of his magic again, since he didn't have Harry to rely on anymore. That had been a blow to his oversized head. He actually had been depending on someone, and he was angered to admit, even to himself, he really had cared. Still diur, which again, a blow to his over sized head.
With a shake of his head though, Voldemort transfigured a piece of paper and quill to his hand. Simple to the point, but every gram it was begging.
Dear Young One,
I very much would like if you joined me, if only for a moment. You know how to find me
Yours Always
Marvolo
Again, simple and to the point. He turned to the owl he had been using to keep in contact with his spies.
He hoped for the first time since he was young and still in Hogwarts that harry would indeed come
He wanted the boy to come rather badly, but the worst part was, he knew he wouldn't be abele to force him.
Harry was strong, but he also had a power tat was completely his, one that only reacted when he was angry.
Voldemort knew though that Harry was not angry with him. The boy was just hurting, feeling betrayed.
Merlin if that wasn't the worst blow of them all.
London, April 13, 1996
Harry sighed heavily as he sat a tray down and pushed his bangs behind his ears he was serving tables in The Three Broom Sticks.
Not that anyone recognized him. A little muggle make up and his scar was gone, and it wasn't like anyone had a current photo. He was so happy he was on break though after the lunch rush, you really didn't want to do anything but sleep.
"Zack, you have post!" 'Zack' picked his head up off the table lazily and held his hand out.
"Thanks, Tom,"
"No problem, Lilth, remember you have another shift in about forty five."
"Gotcha." Harry answered idly as he looked at the letter. The name changed from Zack to Harry in moments. Only Marvolo because no one else barely knew he existed. He opened it angrily but read it none the less.
And his anger slowly subsided. Well that's a lie, it more so disappeared instantly. As soon as he read the address really.
He missed his Marvolo deeply; he'd only left because the man was being an arse, a possessive contradicting arse. He did miss him though. It was why he had gotten the job; to blend in, but mostly to get his mind of Marvolo.
He shoved the letter in his pocket and stood, raising his arms above his head to pop his back.
"Tom!!"
"Yes Lilth?"
"I got family in the hospital, can you let me off?"
"Is it serious?"
"They'll probably die," he shouted back as the man rounded the doorway.
"Take as much as you need, lad."
"Thanks much," he said with a grim smile. After the man nodded, Harry grabbed his bag and coat off
his rack before walking outside. Once he had his hair wrapped up he put his hat over his head and then his scarf around his neck, then before long the only think there was a trace of was warm air in the cold weather.