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Love Falls Like a Brick Through the Window

A few days had passed since the mysterious phone call, and Harry Potter was led into a false sense of security. He thought that surely the call was some sort of prank, and it was certainly a one time thing. But, he was wrong.

Today, he was left alone at the Dursley's house while they had gone to Anthony's All You Can Eat Buffet and he was just settling down to watch a bit of T.V. when the phone rang.

Harry was of half a mind to just let it ring. He knew it surely couldn't be for him. But, he had told the Dursley's that he would play secretary, and if they had any missed calls, they would find out about it and, to put it lightly, his ass would be grass.

So, Harry decided it would be in his favor to answer it, and he did. However, he was met with heavy breathing once more. Feeling very annoyed, he hung up the phone and vowed not to answer it anymore that day.

But, the day passed with no more ringing of the phone and at around three o'clock, the Dursleys returned to their home. Petunia retreated into the kitchen to be a nosy battleaxe, Vernon was in the bathroom as he had eaten a little too much at the All You Can Eat Buffet, and Dudley was in the T.V. Room receiving his weekly pedicure from Harry.

"Watch my corns!" Dudley yelled, kicking out his pudgy foot at Harry.

Harry complied, and continued on with his foot filing. However, Harry's filing was cut short by a large, heavy object that came crashing throw the bay window.

"What that frizzle!" Harry exclaimed, stepping around shards of glass and examining the object that had destroyed the window. It was a brick. He picked it up and shook the glass off it.

"What's going on in there!" Vernon yelled and he came storming into the room with his pants halfway undone, his face very red. He gasped as he saw the window and Harry holding a brick in his hand. His eyes went back and forth between the window and Harry, and his eyes narrowed.

"To your room! NOW!" he bellowed.

"I didn't do it!" Harry defended himself, but went to his room nonetheless, happy to get away from Dudley's stinky feet.

When he arrived in his room he noticed that the brick had something attached to it with a string. Undoing the string he pulled a piece of parchment free. He unfolded it and was shocked at what he found:

Dearest Harry,

I am sorry about hanging up on you the other night. Please forgive me! I just became so flustered that I could not trust myself to speak. I know you could never understand the love I hold for you. No one could. This is why you can never know my identity. And while I know that you could never love me back, it is enough for me just to hear your sweet voice! God, Harry. If I could just hear your voice one more time, I could die a happy man! Well, I don't know about the dying part. I could lose an arm a happy man! That's more reasonable. Anyway, Harry. I will call you tonight at 8 o'clock. Please answer, Harry, please!

Yours truly,

Your Secret Admirer

"Oh, God," thought Harry as he scanned the note one more time. "This is a very elaborate prank... disgusting..."

He balled up the letter and stored the brick under his bed.(Hey, ya never know when you'll need a good brick) As he crouched down to store the brick, however, a second crash occurred, causing Harry to bump his head.

"Aw, mother f-" he stood up rubbing his head and found that another brick had crashed through his window, onto his bed. He grabbed the brick angrily and tore the note off. It read:

Dearest Harry,

I'm so sorry for the broken window! I just wanted to make sure that you got the message. And I forgot to end the last note with, 'I love you', so I thought I would write another. I will be calling at 8 o'clock! So be ready! I look forward to hearing your voice... ah that voice...

With Love,

Your Wannabe Lover

Harry groaned and stored the second brick under his bed. Thoroughly annoyed he set off to the bathroom because, well, nature called. Thankfully, Uncle Vernon was done, but the stench was almost unbearable.

Harry settled down onto the toilet to take a poopie when a third brick came hurtling through the window.

"Goddammit!" Harry yelled. Standing up, he grabbed the brick and hurled it madly out the window. A barely audible, "Oof," was heard. Harry yelled desperately out the window, "I got your freakin message! Stop throwing bricks!"

A cloaked figure ran from the bushes and vanished down the street.

A few hours later found Harry waiting diligently by the phone. With only a few minutes to go before eight o' clock, he was not going to give the Dursleys a chance to answer the phone and with it, another chance to be mad at him.

Finally, the phone rand and Harry dashed to answer it.

"Hello!" he panted heavily into the phone.

"Harry!" said the voice desperately. "Did you get my messages?"

"How could I not!" Harry said angrily. "You threw three freakin bricks through three freakin windows! Why didn't you just owl, anyway?" he asked curiously.

"I thought the bricks would be more romantic..." the voice mumbled sadly.

"Look, just tell me who you are," Harry demanded sternly.

"No! I can't Harry! If you find out who I am, there's no chance you'll ever love me!" the voice wailed.

"Well, I can't love you if I don't know who you are," Harry said, trying to reason with the voice.

The voice didn't say anything for a second, he seemed to be thinking it over, "You mean... you'll give me a chance?" the voice asked hopefully.

"Sure," Harry said, trying to keep the disgust out of his voice.

"I'm-- I'm Lord Voldemort."

Harry became enraged, confused, disgusted, and intrigued all at the same time. He even wondered himself where the intrigued bit came from...

"Is this your idea of a sick joke!" he yelled into the phone.

"No- no," Voldemort started to get emotional. "Harry," he sniffled, "I... love... you!"

"You listen to me, Voldemort! Don't you ever call here or throw bricks through my window again, or I will kill you!

Voldemort started to sob uncontrollably. Harry pushed the "End" button on the phone as hard as he could, but the effect of hanging up angrily just wasn't the same.

After he had cooled down considerably and went up to his room, he began to think about whether to do anything about the call. He was debating whether to owl Dumbledore and tell him of what transpired but he felt pretty sure that Voldemort would not call OR throw bricks through his window again. Feeling comfortable in this opinion, Harry fell peacefully asleep.

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In the next chapter you'll figure out why Voldemort is doing this, I promise!