I know that there are "some" misspellings.... But I'm just a low grade swedish guy.... I really have bad grades.....

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Cold Rage

Jessica woke up in a nice soft bed. She tried to go back to sleep as her memories of yesterday rushed in to her mind. She sat up and looked around slowly. 'Where am I?'

It was a dark room. In all black, some silver, color and the window's covered with something looking like mist. She got up and put the clothes that lied on a black chair. She then walked of to find Harry. 'If he's here that is.' She ran around and started to panic as she opened the last door on the second floor. She found Harry lying on his back with a woman over him. They were both asleep. She walked silently up to Harry to wake him.

Harry was awake, but resting, and had been since six o'clock that morning. It was now a bit over ten. He sensed Jessica as she walked round the second floor to try and find him. She was near a panic attack when she opened the door and found him and Angelic in a bed. Jessica was slowly and silently, though Harry could hear and sense her, and just before she could try to wake him Harry opened his eye's.

"Good morning." Harry said to the shakened girl. "Why you up so early?"

"I remembered what happened yesterday. But nothing after flying though. And who's she?" Jessica said as she pointed at Angelic who snuggled closer to Harry.

"Just some girl." Harry said. Angelic opened her eyes and glared at him angrily.

"Just some girl, am I? That's not the expression I got last night." She got out of the bed not bothering to cover up. She then put on her clothes and turned to glare at Harry again. Jessica just stared at Angelic. Harry started to laugh his head of. "What!?" Angelic said coldly, "What is so funny that you have to laugh like a maniac?" She turned to Jessica with a sweet smile and said. "Good morning, Jessica. I am your nanny." This made Harry laugh so hard that he could hardly draw breath. "And don't listen too much on Harry if you don't want to become crazy. He's a little out of it." Harry laughed even harder, which amazed both Jessica and Angelic.

That day Harry explained in more detail how she would be taught to become a powerfull and cunning witch. Angelic had to stand for the cunning stuff, Harry didn't really know how to teach that, while Harry taught her magic. Harry wrote down how Jessica would practise spells without Harry being around. She was confused as to why Harry had to go now. She really wanted him to teach her all those spells he knew.

That night Harry tracked down Voldemort so that they could exchange a few words. He found him in a muggle village, watching the muggles being tortured and killed by his death eaters. He really didn't like muggles. Harry watched as Voldemort used the killing curse to kill all round him. He even killed some of his death eaters. 'Is this what he is fighting for? Getting to kill everything that gets in his way?' Harry thought as he landed behind Voldemort, who turned as he sensed Harry through their link.

"Hello Voldemort." Harry said as if they were old buddies as he dodged death curses easily. "If you wont stop trying to kill me you'll loose that wand of yours." Harry said. He then took the wand from Voldemort's hand without trouble. He then killed of a few muggles before turning to Voldemort again. "Well that was fun." He said sarcastically. "I really don't understand what's so fun in killing muggles. They can't defend themselves." Voldemort stared at the Harry as if he had never seen him before. The death eaters also stopped killing as they saw what was happening.

"Why are you here, Potter?" Voldemort said coldly, sending chills down the spines fo all the people round him but Harry.

"I thought that would be obvious." Harry said even colder than Voldemort. Making some of the death eaters throw up and the living muggles faint. Voldemort laughed his cold high pitched laugh, that sounded happy compared to Harry's cold but soft laugh. Voldemort stopped laughing as he heard Harry's laugh.

"What have happened to you, Potter? Last time we met you were just an angry child who thought he would get his revenge. Last time you would have died if not Dumbledore came to save you. And you pleaded that Dumbledore would kill you just to make the pain go away." Voldemort didn't sound mocking. Which surprised Harry greatly, it would have if he could feel anything. Unless he had just taken one's power.

"What happened to me?" Harry said coldly. "You can't even imagine what. I read your book though. On the dark arts? It was quite interesting. Thought I'd try out some of those rituals you mentioned, though they would only kill the user I would find it quite interesting. I have to find a subject first though." Harry said as talking over a cup of tea.

"My book?" Voldemort said slowly turning to one of the death eaters. "Lucius. How come that one of my books on the dark arts have ended up in Potter's hands?" Lucius trembled. Voldemort turned to Harry and held out his wand hand.

"You want to kill him?" Harry asked. Voldemort sneered.

"Are you protecting death eaters now? I should have known that you couldn't do without someone or something to protect."

"No. I was merely thinking that if you were to kill him. I might do it for you." Every death eater looked at Harry as if he had gone mad. Voldmort on the other hand looked at him, measuring him, before nodding slightly. Harry walked up to the death eater and summoned the knif and thrust it in Lucius's head and the heart before making it go away. One thing about wizards, and witches too, was that they didn't disappear as vampires did. But Harry had all Lucius's power, strength and knowledge all the same. He then turned to another death eater and glared with such a cold rage that one of the death eaters behind him had to grab hold of him in order to not let him fall.

"Bellatrix." Harry said glaring with cold rage. His words was like burning ice. "Wormtail." Voldemort watched interestedly, wondering what Harry would do. When all that Harry did was glaring with cold rage Voldemort took the cause in his own hands. He really wanted to know what would happen to one that killed one of Harry's loved ones now that he had changed.

"She really enjoyed killing her cousin, you know." He told Harry. "And Wormtail was shaking with efforts not to ask if he could come and watch as I killed your parents." Harry sneered, which made him look more intimidating. Both death eaters were shaking with fear on the ground.

"You think I can't tell when someone lies to me? Belletrix felt nothing when Sirius fell through the vail, nothing but fear and triumph. Fear for what the birdies might do to her if she stayed any longer, and triumph for finnaly beating him in a duell. She had never done that before. And Wormtail was so scared he started weeping as you asked him if he were telling the truth. So don't come and tell me lies, Tom. I get enough of that from Dumbledore." Harry said not taking his eyes off of the two death eaters on the ground that had nearly fainted. Wormtail had started to sobb silently. His silver hand clenched.

"If you want to talk more we have to leave before the aurors get here. Give me my wand." Voldemort demanded something from Harry. And that Harry didn't like, so he snapped the wand and threw Voldemort the pieces.

"Then let's leave." He then took Voldemort's shoulder. "You lead." This was the first time Harry had apparated himself. But he knew he could do it without any problems. Voldemort apparated away. And before Harry followed he took care of Lucius's corpse. With a flick of his wand he transformed Lucius in to a dry log and set fire to it. He then apparated to the location that Voldemort and his death eaters were waiting. Wormtail and Bellatrix had somehow managed to aparate without splinching.

"Glad you could join us." Voldemort said sarcastically, before sending a death curse at Harry, who only stood there taking the hit. He felt the pain and the rush of power as it hit the heart. He wasn't really affected of it. It only made his skin ich where the curse had hit. Voldemort and all the death eaters watched with wide eyes, fear written all over their faces. Voldemort pushed away his emotions and glared at Harry.

"It iches a little. You really need to gain more power if you want to become immortal. That was weak. I really expected more from you. Honestly." Harry looked around at the death eater as nodded to one. "Snape. I trust you wont miss me in class. Tell Dumbledore nothing of what has happened here tonight. Though I think I remember that someone said 'Dead men don't speak.' to me once. Let us see if that's true." And before anyone could react Harry had already made the knife vanish and transformed the corpse in to a picture of Snape with a note on the back. He then made it a portkey and made a death eater take hold of it. The death eater was portkeyed to Dumbledore's bedroom. Harry then turned and started to tell Voldemort what he wanted, and what would be given in return.

Dumbledore was just going to bed as a death eater appeared with a portrait of Snape on it. Dumbledore nearly fainted and clutched his heart as he fell to his knees. He managed to get his wand and stun the death eater. He picked up the painting and saw that Snape looked dead on it. Or atleast in deep sleep. He turned, wet his pants and fainted as he saw the message on the painting's backside.

This, Dumbledore, is your beloved spy. I will do worse things to the next spies that I find. He died a painfull death if that makes you feel better. One thing you should know is that I have one of the old vampires on my side. Diablo. I trust you know who that is.

Lord Voldemort

A/N: Hope you liked it.