Harry looked at the snake like figure before him. He wasn't sure if he was in a dream or in reality after the nightmares he had been having all summer.
"This doesn't make sense," Harry groaned as he stood up. "What do you want this time," he asked Voldemort tiredly.
Harry was tired. He was tired of not getting enough sleep. He was tired from not getting enough sleep. He was tired of all the people dying. He was tired of being the Golden Boy for Dumbledore. He was tired of being treated like a child. He was tired of being treated like he was the savior of the world one minutes, and the lowest person in the world. But most of all he was tired of Voldemort and the control Voldemort had over his life. And the best way to stopping being tired was to get rid of the source behind all of his tiredness. Voldemort. And maybe Fugde.
"I believe my Death Eater told you Harry. I want you to join me. We could take over the world together. We would--"
Harry cut him off, tired of the offers. "Play with the pretty butterflies and go walking on the beach at sunset. Sorry, Tommy, but, I'm not really interested in something like that. Besides, you would kill me the second you got a change after I had helped you with whatever."
Voldemort's pastey face was slowing turning red. "DO NOT CALL ME THAT!" He pulled out his wand.
"Or what?" asked Harry, enjoying his tainting. He then noticed the Death Eaters surrounding them. "You don't want them to know that you're just a half-blood, do you, Tom?" Harry placed his hands behind his back and pulled his wand out of his back pocket, thankful for once that he had not followed Moody's advice about keeping it there.
Voldemort tighten his grip on his wand...
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