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A/N: Alright, the third chapter! I know it's short, but I was writing and I thought that what I had added didn't flow right, so I deleted it. The chapters should be longer after this, I promise. I'm just setting it all up for the true plot. This chapter begins the main plot, so there you are. Okay, read on!
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Warning: HBP Spoilers
Chapter Three: The Beginning of the End
Several hundred miles away, another young man reclined on his bed, pouring eagerly over an ancient-seeming text. His hair was unkempt, as though he hadn't been doing anything else but lying in bed all day. In truth, he hadn't really done anything but read since returning from his best friend's home at the beginning of summer vacation. He had attended his friend's brother's wedding on the fourteenth of June, since school had been let out much earlier than usual because of the recent tragedy. After staying with them for another couple of days, he had travelled to his godfather's ancestral home to pick up some books from the library. And ever since, he had been hard at work, studying the different spells within the books he had chosen. For he had a plan that needed to be executed for Albus Dumbledore. Not for the Ministry, not for his parents, nor for his godfather, nor any of his living friends, not even for himself. For Albus Dumbledore and him alone.
Even though his best friends had agreed to come with him on his journey, he was entirely against it, but he did not let them know this yet. He didn't need any more deaths on his hands, least of all those of his friends and his past flame. He loved them too much to allow them anywhere near the dangers he would be facing in due time.
That was why he was spending all of his spare time learning about every curse and counter-curse that he could while he waited for his sojourn at his relatives' home to come to an end. It was crucial to his success to be able to recognize certain curses, even dark ones, and he had been working on learning them for the past month of his vacation. His mind was set on nothing but learning everything he could, out of textbooks he'd gotten from his best friend's older brothers, then other books that were definitely not course books. He had gotten most of these from the Black family library when he had visited it before returning to his relatives, then some he had ordered from Flourish and Blott's.
His relatives had left him alone for the most part, knowing he was leaving soon anyways and he could often hear his uncle murmuring about finally being free of his filth. He felt no gratitude towards them for anything they had done for him while he was staying with them because of the way they had treated him. For all he cared, he could have been placed in an orphanage and not given any thought to it at all.
The young man thought through his plan well. He would go to his godfather's ancestral home for a short time before he went on the journey that would mark the beginning of the end for the Dark Lord. Of that, Harry Potter was sure.
A/N: Yay! Chapter three is done! Again, sorry it's so short. I still hope you liked it. Oh yeah, and don't forget to review! Your reviews are like my entire life source. 'Til next time, dearies!