CHAPTER TWO
Harry was slightly weirded out. His arch-nemesis had just rescued him from his evil step-family. And now he was flying him to Hogwarts. To Dumbledore?
"Um... What are you going to do with me?" Harry asked.
"I was filled with pity at the spectacle of you being beaten by a rake," Voldemort informed him sadly, his voice whipping away in the wind as they plunged through the night sky on their broomsticks. "For so long, I've been evil, Harry. Now--" he glanced back at Harry with a solemn and determined expression, "I will be good."
Harry was still a bit weirded out.
"Yes, good! Like a nun!" The Dark Lord turned forward again, watching Hogwarts creep towards them from the horizon. "You see, Harry, I realized in that moment how very pitiful it was for me to see a ten-year-old boy as an arch-nemesis--"
"Dude, I'm sixteen."
"--so I vowed then not to murder any more of your friends and to make peace with Dumbledore."
Harry accepted this explanation, and settled into the ride. Perhaps the terrible Lord Voldemort wasn't so bad after all.
They arrived at Hogwarts, and Voldemort immediately grabbed Harry's hand and walked with him to Dumbledore's office. The Headmaster took one look at them, and immediately stopped writing his letter to his Aunt Gertrude.
"What in the-- Harry, you're alright!"
"I am!" Harry said, rushing to Dumbledore in a swirl of ermine and silk. "Voldemort rescued me."
"Voldemort..?" Dumbledore looked at the other man wonderingly. Harry couldn't help but notice the butcher knife Dumbledore had grasped reflexively upon the other man's entrac.e
"That's right," Voldemort said solemnly. "I've decided to be good now. And I want a job."
"As what?" Dumbledore inquired.
"Defense against the Dark Arts teacher." Voldemort shrugged elegantly. "I want to give something back for all that I have taken. Perhaps I can prevent others from being murdered by people like me."
"Well, you're certainly qualified," Dumbledore said with a chuckle. "What the hell. You're hired!"
Dumbledore clasped Voldemort's hand, and Harry felt his scar glow with happiness.
"My scar's happy." He turned to Voldemort. "You must be very happy."
"I am, Harry. I am indeed," Voldemort confirmed. He smiled back and forth between Harry and Dumbledore. "Peace will reign at last. And it's all thanks to Vernon Dursley."
The three laughed, and walked off to drink some tea.
THE END
Harry was slightly weirded out. His arch-nemesis had just rescued him from his evil step-family. And now he was flying him to Hogwarts. To Dumbledore?
"Um... What are you going to do with me?" Harry asked.
"I was filled with pity at the spectacle of you being beaten by a rake," Voldemort informed him sadly, his voice whipping away in the wind as they plunged through the night sky on their broomsticks. "For so long, I've been evil, Harry. Now--" he glanced back at Harry with a solemn and determined expression, "I will be good."
Harry was still a bit weirded out.
"Yes, good! Like a nun!" The Dark Lord turned forward again, watching Hogwarts creep towards them from the horizon. "You see, Harry, I realized in that moment how very pitiful it was for me to see a ten-year-old boy as an arch-nemesis--"
"Dude, I'm sixteen."
"--so I vowed then not to murder any more of your friends and to make peace with Dumbledore."
Harry accepted this explanation, and settled into the ride. Perhaps the terrible Lord Voldemort wasn't so bad after all.
They arrived at Hogwarts, and Voldemort immediately grabbed Harry's hand and walked with him to Dumbledore's office. The Headmaster took one look at them, and immediately stopped writing his letter to his Aunt Gertrude.
"What in the-- Harry, you're alright!"
"I am!" Harry said, rushing to Dumbledore in a swirl of ermine and silk. "Voldemort rescued me."
"Voldemort..?" Dumbledore looked at the other man wonderingly. Harry couldn't help but notice the butcher knife Dumbledore had grasped reflexively upon the other man's entrac.e
"That's right," Voldemort said solemnly. "I've decided to be good now. And I want a job."
"As what?" Dumbledore inquired.
"Defense against the Dark Arts teacher." Voldemort shrugged elegantly. "I want to give something back for all that I have taken. Perhaps I can prevent others from being murdered by people like me."
"Well, you're certainly qualified," Dumbledore said with a chuckle. "What the hell. You're hired!"
Dumbledore clasped Voldemort's hand, and Harry felt his scar glow with happiness.
"My scar's happy." He turned to Voldemort. "You must be very happy."
"I am, Harry. I am indeed," Voldemort confirmed. He smiled back and forth between Harry and Dumbledore. "Peace will reign at last. And it's all thanks to Vernon Dursley."
The three laughed, and walked off to drink some tea.
THE END