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Chapter Fourteen

Madam Pomfrey left Professor McGonagall's side and walked around the desk.

"I'll leave you to it." As she left she closed the door behind her.

"Please, take a seat, Harry." Professor McGonagall told him. Harry took the seat that was directly in front of the desk.

"I'm sorry that I listened in on your conversation and just barged in but Dumbledore tried to keep things from me to keep me safe but it just ended up killing him. Please tell me what I need to know so that I can keep my frie- no, my family safe." Harry pleaded. Professor McGonagall smiled.

"Your parents would be so proud of you." She smiled at him.

"Proud of what?" Harry scoffed. "I ran away from the first sign of trouble, I took Hermione and Ron away from their families, got their families killed, got Neville and Dumbledore killed and a load of people have gone missing. All this because I couldn't face up to Voldemort."

"Harry, this isn't your fault. Voldemort was killing and kidnapping people long before you were even born."

"I know that but now his target is me and getting rid of me. So that then means that all my friends and family get caught in the crossfire. If Voldemort wasn't after me then they would all have had a chance of never being attacked by him." Harry could feel tears brimming but he wouldn't allow himself to cry. He had done enough of that. Now was the time to act out. Harry looked across at Professor McGonagall to find her giving him a look of sympathy. "Don't look at me like that. I don't want your sympathy. I want you to tell me everything that has happened and what this link is."

"Ok. I must warn you, Harry, that it won't be easy for you to hear this." Harry nodded for her to continue. "Right, well I will start from the beginning. Remus and I had stumbled across some of Albus' diaries while tidying this office after he had died. We were shocked to even discover that he had kept diaries but when we read them, we found them to be more like books of theories rather than diaries. All of them contained you."

"The link that is between Voldemort and I." Harry half suggested to her about the theories.

"That's right. Albus' theories were that when Voldemort tried to kill you when you were a baby, he caused a link between you." Harry nodded in understanding. He remembered when Dumbledore had told him that he believed Voldemort had transferred some of his powers across to him. "He believes the link was completely sealed the night Voldemort was resurrected and he used your blood. However, Albus could never prove the link, if there was one, and how it worked. But then when you started having dreams where Voldemort was in your mind and you could feel what he was feeling, Albus knew there was some sort of link there. He just needed to know what it would mean." Harry nodded in comprehension. He felt as though he knew what was coming but wasn't sure if his mind would be able to handle it.

"You said to Madam Pomfrey that the link had been confirmed. How?"

"When Poppy put you into a deep sleep you started to thrash and get agitated. For three days we had to keep you strapped down. No matter what we tried, we couldn't get you to keep still so that meant Poppy couldn't heal you and you were making your injuries worse. Eventually, you stopped thrashing and started to talk but it wasn't your voice. It was Voldemort's voice. He was having a conversation with someone. It was obvious that he didn't realise that what he said, came out in you too. He was asking someone how he came about to have broken ribs. He said it wasn't possible. No one had the power to harm him like this. Conversations like these went on for a week. Some days he would be quiet and others he seemed to be quite murderous. Twice you were, or rather, Voldemort was heard saying the Avada Kedavra curse. Hermione and Ron were there on both occasions. This is why they are very uncomfortable with you, Harry."

Harry had tears streaming down his face. This was wrong, Harry had never done anything to Voldemort but be born and he was truly paying for it.

"And this link."

"Don't you see, Harry. When you got the broken ribs, so did he. To truly prove it, I'm sorry to say, we broke your arm and that is when it was completely confirmed. Voldemort was venomous. You were screaming and screaming but that should have been impossible. You should never have felt a thing."

"I didn't" Harry sniffed.

"Exactly, but Voldemort did. He started yelling orders to someone to find out who was doing this to him."

"So when anything that happens to me it happens to him?" Professor McGonagall nodded. "Then why doesn't that happen to me when he gets hurt?"

"No one is powerful to hurt Voldemort. The best you can get is when he is feeling very happy or very annoyed."

"Has he worked it out that I share this link with him?"

"It seems he hasn't but it won't be long, Harry. He knows something is going on."

"And you also believe that the key to killing Voldemort is to kill me." Professor McGonagall avoided eye contact with him.

"Yes." She told him after a lengthy pause.