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But why? Why did you kill my parents? WHY?!?!
Voldemort stopped his dance of gaiety. Harry, I have something to tell you...its about you, me and your parents...Harry...I...
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Ron the Ferret Slayer looked around quizzically. Harry? Where are you? Haaaaaarry? Harry Shmarry? Harry-harry-bo-barry-fa-nana-fana-fo-farry-me-mi-mo-marry-Harry?
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CHAPTER 6-RELATIONS AND A REASON
Harry looked into his parents' killer's eyes. Voldemort? What is it?
Harry, you don't understand. I never meant to, it's just that, well, there is a reason. But Harry, you must know the truth.
I'm your...your...your second-cousin-twice-removed's-neighbors'-girlfriend's-teacher's-brother in laws's-son's-best friend. I would have never done anything to your dear parents. I loved them like a brother and sister.
Harry gasped in shock. That means, you are Tom? Tom, Tom, Tom?
Voldemort smiled. Yes, yes I am.
You-I remember hearing stories about you from my parents, before they died when I was a year old. Then why?
You see, Harry, Voldemort began, but was cut off.
Hello Harry, began a familiar voice. It was I.
Harry screamed shrilly in a high-pitched squeak. (Backround music-dun-dun-dun....) It was you?
Yes, it was I.
Harry screamed again, even higher and more squeaky than before. You mean, it was YOU?
The deep, scary voice sighed. Didn't I just say that I did it? Don't you people ever listen? Jeez! IT WAS I!!!!!!
Harry looked confused. You mean, it was...you?
The frightening terrible voice looked over to Voldemort. Voldie, you wanna help a brother out here?
Voldemort shrugged. Hey, don't look at me-Hey, I've been thinking that this entire Voldemort' thing has gotten WAY out of control. How about a new name, something friendlier? Like George?
Harry shook his head. Nope, we've already got a character with that name.

said the perturbing voice.

The voice and Harry spoke together. What the hell is that? Quincy-that's a stupid-ass name.
Umm, ok, how about I just switch around the letters of Voldemort...how about...Dolvmerot......Melrovdot......nah...I've got it! My new name is.....TROVEMOLD! YES!
Harry and the voice agreed, and Trovemold smiled. Trovemold cried out in joy.
Harry's face became solemn again. But why, Volde-oops, I mean Trovemold? Why did you kill me parents?
Trovemold began, but the ghastly voice cut him off. the voice ominously said. I already told you that it was I that killed your parents.
Harry gasped. You killed my parents?
Yes. It was I.
It was you? Harry began to choke out tears.
It was I. The voice began to get annoyed.
Wait...so it was you?
The voice shouted. I killed your parents!
Harry nodded, still crying. So you killed my parents...but why?
The horrific voice smiled deviously. Are you sure you want to know?
Harry looked puzzled. Want to know what?
The voice sighed. Why I killed your parents.
Harry screamed shrilly. You killed my parents?
The voice shouted, and although it was just a voice it began to yank out clumps of its hair and threw it in stragegically pre-decided locations. YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I KILLED YOUR PARENTS! YOU WANT THE TRUTH?!?! YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!! He paused for Harry was hysterically crying and had curled himself up into a small ball.
After lots of ing noises and big arm wave-y things, Trovemold and the spooky voice got Harry to clam up.
Anyway, I was saying that YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH! YOU WANT IT ANYWAY? I killed your parents because they made fun of me before the first year started... His talking subsided to evil (if not extremely girly) giggles and tinklings of laughter.
Harry immediately stood up and looked the voice in the face. You're telling me that the reason that you killed my parents is because they made fun of you in First year?!?!
The voice shook his head slightly. Well, not exactly THEY. You see, I heard this rumor on the train coming to Hogwarts for First year that your dad's brother's friend's cousin's neighbor's girlfriend's sister's boss's son's best friend was talking smack about me, and I couldn't just let that go, could I? Harry nodded, knowingly. Well, I forgot most of the relations, so all I could remember was your dad, and I planned my revenge beginning that day. How sweet it was!!!
Harry opened his mouth and closed it several times, lacking the words he needed to speak. He looked over to Trovemold for some support.
He received none. Trovemold looked up from his nails which he had been painting electric pink, and glanced from Harry to the Voice in confusion. I'm sorry, I missed that last part, could you repeat it for me?
*****That's all for now! Check in next time for Harry's reaction and what's going on with Hermione the Bushy Cornrow Haired Ghetto Avenger back at Hogwarts!*****