Yo. ...Why is it than when I half ass something, people like it more? That used to happen all the time in high school. Weird. Thank you to all readers so far!
Voldemort had many plans in motion, which was actually quite normal for October. It was always the busiest month for him. His most important plan so far was set for the thirty first, and oh, it was going to be very interesting indeed.
The thing currently holding his interest was quite entertaining in its own right.
When Potter had sent him evidence proving the Light Lord's interest in the very dark act of necromancy, Voldemort had been unable to believe it at first. How the boy had even gotten his hands on that information, he didn't know. Had Potter already known about what was happening? Or had he accidentally stumbled across it?
If it was the latter, what had Potter been doing in Dumbledore's office anyway? Did he even want to know the answer to that?
...Probably not.
Either way, the information had been something he most certainly wanted out in the open, because anything that would humiliate his enemy was a fantastic thing, and had tracked down the author of the child abuse article in the Daily Prophet. She was young, but unbiased, so he had decided to trust her with the info (though he'd been in disguise when meeting her, of course).
He now had her doing more research, trying to look into who Dumbledore could have been attempting to resurrect, and why. He needed to know how deep this all went. Many others did too. He'd given the young reporter enough incentive to do what she could, as quickly as she could.
He looked forward to it...
With the reporter on one end of things, Voldemort now had the chance to focus on his other plans. Namely, the ones set for Halloween. And it was a good plan too, in his humble opinion. ...Well, as humble an opinion a Dark Lord could have, at any rate.
He had time yet, until the end of the month, but he wanted to finalize things as quickly as possible. Mainly only so he the chance to fix things in case someone fucked up. Again.
When had things changed, he wondered? It had been so sudden, even he hadn't seen it coming. The people had gone from revering Dumbledore, to questioning him in a mere fortnight. And all because of Potter too!
Ah, and speaking of Potter, there was the brat's owl flying into the room, as dutiful and haughty as ever. She had even begun demanding payments from him now. Bold bird. As he still had no desire to be haunted by the ghost of an owl (because he doubted even the Ghostbusters would be able to help him deal with such a tenacious creature), he simply took the letter and conjured a fat mouse, which earned him a satisfied hoot.
Voldemort
You know, I'm really starting to feel confused here. Dumbledore still hasn't said a word to me. You'd think he would have by now, but he hasn't. He hasn't commented on any of those news articles from the paper, hasn't answered anyone's questions, hasn't once mentioned you, or the Dark, or the war, or anything.
I thought he'd finally do something, with him being the all knowing meddler that he is, but nothing. I never even thought it could get worse than his lack of communication from last year, but, there you go.
...I wonder if he's secretly plotting something. Do you think maybe I should set my spy on him? He'd be really effective, I know that for sure. Want proof? He said you had Fruit Loops for breakfast. ...Got a hidden sweet tooth, Mr Dark Lord? Oh, my awesome spy just confirmed that you definitely do.
Did you notice him? He was right behind you. Watching you. Listening.
He always is...
Have a nice day!
Harry Potter
Unable to help himself, unable to stop himself, Voldemort whipped around, eyes searching every square inch of the room cautiously. He saw nothing.
"...Ah." Voldemort wasn't sure he had ever been this creeped out before in his life, though the Furby was a close second. Still not feeling quite right, he pulled out his wand and made a wide, sweeping gesture with the length of yew. Casting a spell, he waited, but nothing was revealed.
Sure the brat was just screwing around with him, he told himself to snap out of it and get back to work. He wasn't going to allow Potter to distract him...
So, the Boy-Who-Lived was really beginning to question things now. That was certainly a good thing. How far would he go, though? Was this the extent of it? Would he defy the Light? Would he continue to fight? If he did, was there any chance he would fight for the Dark instead?
...Why was it that he found himself hoping Potter would turn and join him?
He was pulled out of his thoughts quite abruptly when he suddenly felt as if he were being watched. He went still, his entire body tensing as the grip around his wand tightened. Someone was here, standing almost directly behind him. He could feel it, and he immediately knew it wasn't Nagini or the owl.
"Hee hee hee..."
The high pitched giggle had his jaw clenching. He braced himself, and then turned rapidly, dark robes swishing around him, as he shot off a stunner. It hit the wall which cracked and crumbled at the force of the spell.
There was no one there. He was alone.
Or was he?
"Hee hee hee...!"
...Yeah, so...that just happened. Um, looking forward to reviews! Laterz!
