Chapter 3

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Speech: Voldemort talking

Speech: Harry's thoughts

Speech: Other Character's thoughts

Harry wiped his sweaty brow with his tanned palm, and he proudly looked at the newly trimmed and mowed yard that he had been working on for the past few hours. The Boy-Who-Lived looked down at his dirty grey sweat pants and he decided to go for a walk for a few hours, since he had already eaten dinner and he did not want to be around the noisy Dursley's when the Mason's come over.

So he started jogging after his Diagon Alley trip in order to make himself into a healthier and stronger person, he jogged past a crowd of people and the Dursley's gave him a spare set of keys just for tonight so he can be out as long as he wants. Voldemort muttered "Potter, it is time for a lesson in survival against the world. Now look over at that man who is helping that woman into that contraption you call a "car", what do you think the man is trying to accomplish by doing so?" Harry stopped and he scratched his head then he thought "Well he just wants to be polite." Voldemort snorted amusedly and he answered "Incorrect like always Potter, the man obviously wants to have intercourse with the other muggle." The Boy-who-lived thought "Ok that's not my business if he wants some. But what is the real point of this lesson?"

The Dark Lord coldly hissed "Potter what I'm telling you, is that no matter how nice someone is they always have a hidden objective. What you need to learn is that everybody has a hidden objective no matter what it is and it is either good or bad. For example that red haired boy is trying to befriend you so he could feel important knowing he is the best friend of the Boy-who-lived and there are people like Cornelius Fudge who are trying to use you for there own success. Now many people is willing to kill you like the Dark Lady, so what the whole point of this lecture is trust no one! I will not allow myself to die in this accursed body."

Harry argued back heatedly "You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don't trust enough, and I want to leave a normal happy life." Voldemort coldly hissed "Get it through your thick head, you are the Boy-who-lived and you will never become normal. What you can have is life, if you start acting smart and paranoid." Harry thrust his hand to the hard wooden bench, ignoring the looks he was getting from the crowd and he gloomily thought "Does it really matter; you will eventually kill me anyway. Maybe I should just kill myself in order at least you will die with me to."

Voldemort answered emotionlessly "I bet your mudblood mother and father will appreciate the fact that you kill yourself, after they died for you." Harry dejectedly sighed "Your right…From now on I will be more suspicious of people. But I still trust some people like my friends." He then continued jogging with the wind softly touching his sweaty face, and after about an hour, Harry decided to go back to the Dursley's. He tiredly jogged through the sidewalk with the moonlight blissfully making the street brighter and he smiled when he saw that the Mason's car was long gone. He took out his set off keys and he tiredly opened the door, and quietly, Harry looked at the dining room to check if there were any leftovers. What Harry saw frightened him terribly.

Dudley's head was profusely bleeding with entrails leaking he also had deep cuts all over his fat corpse who had a shredded suit on was laying on the bloody table which still had the plates and food out, and his face or what was left of it had an expression of deep fear. Next to him sitting in a dining chair, Aunt Petunia's mouth had an endless stream of crimson blood leaking into her ripped torso, which had a deep cut and an observant eye could see the ripped lower intestines and her eyes were red and they looked like it would fall off at any time. Uncle Vernon's hand was pinned to the wall by a fork, Harry felt noxious seeing the bloody bits of bone leaking from his obese hand, his eyes wandered to his chest and he saw that it had a deep cut in his chest and he could see his entrails. Harry looked for the Mason's corpses but they were strangely absent.

Voldemort quickly hissed "Potter we need to escape now! These people are skilled if they could bypass the wards here! Now we have one chance to survive and you MUST give me control of your body!" Harry felt an overwhelming sense of sadness for his relatives but he quickly shoved them to the side since he could hear soft footsteps upstairs, and he nervously thought "How do I know you will give me back control?" The Dark Lord growled frustrated "If I could take control of your body whenever your not there to defend yourself, don't you think that I would have possessed you while sleeping? The truth is even if I dislike it, I can only possess you for a moment. But if I know Dumbledore then he would have already been alerted at this time and he will be on his way. So let me possess you!" Harry hid behind a wall and he thought "Fine…"

Harry felt terrible pain and he felt like he was being forcefully separated from his skinny body, and as it got farther away the pain lessened until he found himself in the same room he and Voldemort talked in. The room which was dark, flamboyant yet gloomy suddenly changed into a well furnished brown room and the Boy-who-lived could see everything Voldemort saw. Harry shouted "Don't use dark magic since if you do, it will ruin my reputation and people will suspect me off being a dark wizard." Voldemort thought back "Of course I will only use "Light" magic so the sheep of the ministry will continue fawning you."

Harry who will be referred to as Voldemort until he stops possessing him, flicked his wand and he muttered "Sensoria..." For a brief second a tinge of silver magic flashed the room, and as quick as it disappeared in a set of letters appeared in silver listed how many people were inside.

Voldemort quietly smirked when he saw there were two men he flicked his wand and the words disappeared in a flash, he put his ear into the wall waiting like a predator for his prey. Voldemort had an unreadable look on his face when he was crouched on the wall next to the stairs, and when he heard a very quiet step in the wooden stairs. He swiftly ran in front of the two men, who were in the middle of the wooden stairs, and Voldemort fluidly brought his wand up and he shouted "Reducto!" A blindingly yellow ray of magic burst from his wand, and it blasted the wooden stairs with incredible force, causing it to crumble.

The two men dressed in gloomy Blue robes which had an albino snake wrapped around a dagger crest, the wizards had different hats one had a Fox mask and the other a Chimera mask which covered there faces stumbled. The wizard in the Fox mask quickly recovered and he skillfully slashed the air with his wand and he coldly shouted "Avada Kedavra!" A powerful jet of emerald magic erupted from his wand, it sped towards Voldemort with incredible force but Voldemort swiftly side stepped the spell then he swiftly slashed the air with his wand and he muttered "Stupefy."

The Dark Lord watched in satisfaction as a blindingly ray of scarlet magic burst from his wand, and it rocketed towards the Chimera masked man with the force of a bullet, but the man gracefully dodged. The men watched as the scarlet burst of magic collide with the wall, which caused a huge crater in the wall. Voldemort saw that there dueling was restricted by the tight space of the door threshold, so he slashed the air with his wand and he coldly muttered "Lumos Maximos." He then opened the door and he quickly ran out the houses asblindingly white orb flashed continuously, which blinded the two men.

Harry watched in fascination as he saw Voldemort kick ass, and Harry knew that he stood no chance against the Dark Lord unless he bulks himself up. The Boy-who-lived watched observantly as Voldemort slashed the air with his wand and a large silver sphere burst from his wand, hitting the man with the Fox man squarely in the chest.

Voldemort smirked as his opponent fly straight into the solid wall, and he smiled maniacally at the sound of the man's back cracking. The man in the chimera mask, briefly looked at his fallen comrade and he flicked his wand, causing his comrade to come flying towards his outstretch arms. He looked at Voldemort before nodding what appeared to be approvingly and he took out a blue book from his cloak, before he threw it at the Dark Lord. Voldemort easily catch the book and he looked at the man with an unreadable impression, but inwardly he felt confused and mad that the man was obviously holding back. The man then disapparated with a soft pop with his fallen comrades, slung on his shoulder.

Voldemort coldly hissed "Potter, Dumbledore will be here soon, and I will be resting since your terribly weak body could not handle the strain. So you will have to do the conversation yourself, don't make one mistake or hesitate to answer since Dumbledore is clever enough to notice hesitation or a mistake." Harry then felt himself getting pushed back into his body, and the pain got more unbearable as he was being pushed, until he could not handle it any longer and he fainted from the agony.

Authors Note: Hello, I know this chapter is shorter than my other ones. Tell me if you want quick updates but less words or long updates but more words. I would like to thank everyone who has read this chapter and reviewed.

Now about pairings, if I have any it will be Harry/Daphne or a Harry/Rare!Pairing ok. There will be no H/Hr, H/G or Slash! Next chapter Harry will be talking to Dumbledore and second year begins!