8 Miles Running byAvadne
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters. I just like making them do what I want…
Dedicated to Nianko, who guessed this chapter's person
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Part VII: 2 Mile
It was strange really. He had just sent a sort of prayer up to his parents, and his mind was back to Voldemort himself. Yes, the one that had ultimately done the killing. And not of just Harry's parents, Lily and James… but countless deaths were his responsibility. Cedric stood out quite prominently to Harry, and the graveyard scene came right back. But Harry forced it out and concentrated on just Voldemort.
Voldemort. The Dark Lord… or really, Tom Marvolo Riddle; the brilliant, but poor student, raised in an orphanage. Marvolo, named after his muggle grandfather, and a half blood. A respectable Slytherin, and a favourite of the teachers. That's who Voldemort used to be and who he really was, until he decided to go dark.
Tom. That's what Harry just referred to him now. Everyone was scared of hearing Voldemort and saying the Dark Lord just didn't seem right. Besides, all the You-Know-Who and He-Who-Mustn't-Be-Named got so confusing. It was completely unnecessary. And not to mention the entertaining fact that Tom was actually Lord Voldemort's given name, and Harry knew it pissed him off to no end having to hear that name uttered. He was named after his 'fool of a father' after all.
Sure, Voldemort was evil, evil and oh, look, even more evil… but he wasn't always. Yes, he tortured muggles, killed and maimed for fun, probably raped countless defenseless women along with pulverizing little puppies type thing. However, once, he had been just a boy.
An innocent boy who felt the world at it's cruelest. Clearly, that boy was gone forever and in his place was a murdering maniac with over the top, idealistic views on the world… but not always. Voldemort now was cruel and discriminatory, against non-Pureblood witches and wizards. And he had his supporters… the group that believed he was right. But there were so many more against him…
He saw non-Purebloods as dirty. Muggles were the lowest form of filth, apparently. And Half-bloods were right up there with them, also. Were Purebloods really the only type of witches and wizards worth knowing? The fact was…. there was so few Purebloods left, there wasn't much of a choice. But Voldemort made it his choice to have a choice. Or something.
He would do it for Voldemort. As funny as that sounded, he would stop and stand in the face of danger for Voldemort himself. Or what his nemesis used to be. He stopped bravely, thinking of how such a boy could easily turn dark. And how thankful Harry was that he himself had not taken that path like Tom had.
It didn't take long; Voldemort had gained one more mile on him.
Only 1 more to go.
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This will be my last post for quite a while (due to my internet problems), so I've decided to post all of the remaining chapters for this story; this one and the next. Please review both I want to know what you think!
I won't be posting probably for about 2 weeks, because of my computer problems and my best friend, who always lets me use her computer, is going away.
Jessa L'Rynn, I hope you enjoy this, I might try the public library… but I'm hesitant to do so, and if you lived in my neighborhood, you'd understand why. No, it wasn't Hagrid, clearly, but I did consider him for a while! Ah, Snape… no, it's not him either. And who
Nianko, aren't you proud? You guessed it! Ah, but can you guess who the next one is? Hehehe. I'll be sure to read Behind the Scenes when I get internet access :)
potterpunkchick, thanks for your review, I hope my internet does eventually work out too. Am totally dying!
Avadne