Yo! Jeez, after thirty nine chapters, you guys are still questioning things? Seriously? What's the point? Does anything happening in this make sense? Just chill and roll with it, people. Thank you to all readers so far! This is getting way more popular than I ever thought it would!
Harry and Marvolo (as he wanted to be called now) spent not only all day, but all night as well, in the Room of Requirement, discussing what their next plan was, and what steps they had to take. It was true that the two of them still had plenty of problems between them that needed to be resolved, but Dumbledore was a common enemy, and as the saying goes: 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.'
Unfortunately, the two couldn't agree on what they wanted. Harry wanted Dumbledore to pay for what he had done over the years. Marvolo just wanted him dead. Though it took them hours, they finally came to an agreement: They would make the old man pay first, and then the Dark Lord would kill him. Simple.
But how would they do all this?
"We must bring the speculation back," said Marvolo.
"So, get people to start questioning things again?"
"Yes. But how we will do that, I'm afraid I cannot say."
"You haven't been able to learn any new information?" asked Harry.
"There has been no time. I was taking over the government, and was then unconscious for a number of days."
"Oh. Right." The teen sighed. "I think my spy's a bit too competent, because he hasn't been able to figure anything out either. This is what I get for not recruiting an idiot."
Marvolo just stared at him for a moment before speaking. "That is actually a very interesting idea."
"It is?" Then Harry blinked. "Wait, what's an interesting idea?" Merlin, he really needed some coffee right about now.
"I will send my most incompetent follower after Dumbledore, and once he drops his guard, send the most competent ones to take advantage of his lapse."
Harry just blinked again, slowly, tiredly. "Oh. Okay. Why not? He hasn't been leaving as often as usual though, so I don't know how much recon those Death Eaters will be able to do."
"It will be enough."
The teen shrugged. "If you say so." Dumbledore was fucking weird, so who even knew what would or wouldn't work against him. He yawned. "So, what's the story between us, exactly?" he asked curiously. "Obviously I can't come out and say who you really are, but you made it pretty clear that we know each other."
Marvolo chuckled lightly, and stretched his legs out in front of him, crossing them at the ankles. "Part of the truth will suffice," he said. "We have known one another since you were young, wrote letters all summer until now, and have only recently become close."
Harry frowned and ran his fingers through his hair. "You know, there are a fair few people who know exactly who I've been writing to, right? Including Dumbledore?"
Strangely enough, the man began to laugh. A full blown laugh at that, which had Harry staring with wide eyes. Had he just broken the Dark Lord?
Eventually, Marvolo recovered, red eyes filled with amusement. "Dumbledore may be a foolish old man, dear Harry, but he is no blithering idiot. He is fully aware of who I am. He is simply pretending to be oblivious to it."
"...What?"
The door to the Room of Requirement flew open abruptly, and Hermione rushed in, with what appeared to be a newspaper in hand. Was it already morning? Her cheeks were flushed, her hair wilder than usual, with very noticeable shock and anger visible in her brown eyes.
"Harry! You have to see this!" she exclaimed furiously. "This is insane! Has the Headmaster lost his mind!?"
Harry only had the chance to exchange a confused glance with Marvolo, before the paper was shoved at him. Missing his glasses for the first time, since he had just been poked in the eye, he scanned the headline on the front page...and promptly forgot his discomfort.
'Dumbledore Attempts to Resurrect Harry Potter's Abusive Relatives'
"..."
"H-Harry?"
"That son of a fuck!"
I'm not really feeling this chapter, but Final Fantasy 15. That's my excuse. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!
