A/N: So, here's chapter 3! Thanks for all of the lovely reviews thus far. I must say that they light up my day. Anyways, hope you like this one. Be nice.

My Love is Like A Red Red Blood

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Three days had passed since the bricks and the phone call and the Dursleys thought that there could surely be no bricks, so they called in some men to fix the broken windows.

As it had been Harry's fault that the windows were broken in the first place, they ordered him out of the house for a few hours so that he could not jinx the new windows with his fantastical magic tricks.

In fact, Harry was just stepping out of the Number 4 to go for a few hours long walk when he spotted something most curious in the street. It looked furry, like a discarded teddy bear that had been ran over several times. But, upon closer examination he noticed that it was a furry little woodland critter that had been robbed of its life unceremoniously. It looked as though it had been shredded to pieces, bits of fur surrounding its body.

Harry also noticed that next to the body of the furry little woodland critter that something was written in the creature's own blood. It was Harry's first assumption that his dead godfather, Sirius, was trying to contact him from beyond the grave. But, upon reading the writing, it became very clear that it was not. It read:

My love for you is redder than the blood of this savage beast! - Lord V

There were little red hearts surrounding the message, all drawn in the animal's blood.

Harry became very disgusted and fed up with all this nonsense. He ran into Number 4, slamming the door and ignoring the Dursley's angry jeers as he ran up the stairs and into his room.

He went to his trunk and snatched out a piece of parchment, a quill, and some ink and began writing furiously to Dumbledore.

Professor Dumbledore,

I would normally never contact you because I know you are very busy, but under these circumstances, I felt it was necessary. Voldemort has declared his love for me and I have no idea what is going on. At first I thought it was some sort of prank, but this morning he sacrificed an animal for me and wrote with its blood in the street. I didn't know what to do, so I'm writing to your for guidance. Please write back as soon as possible.

Yours urgently,

Harry

He folded up the letter and attached it to Hedwig's leg telling her to hurry, and she flew through the now fixed window, breaking it again. Harry, ignoring the broken window, sat down on his bed, not sure of what to do.

A few moments passed and Hedwig flew back into his room with a reply from Dumbledore.

"Nicely done, Hedwig," he said, untying the reply and flinging Hedwig by her feet into her cage squawking.

He tore open the response and read it as follows:

Dear Harry,

There are a few things you should know about your situation. I felt it would be safe to wait and tell you at the beginning of school, but it seems that I was mistaken (as I often am these days). If it is alright with you, I will arrive at the Dursleys' shortly to bring you to Headquarters and explain everything fully.

Yours Completely And Utterly Forever,

Albus Dumbledore

Hogwarts Headmaster Extraordinaire

"Fine with me," Harry muttered and began to pack his trunk.

However, before he had even threw the first book in, the Headmaster materialized with a pop on Harry's bed.

"That was fast," Harry commented.

"Damn straight," replied Dumbledore lifting himself off of Harry's bed and with a flick of his wand, packed Harry's trunk.

"Well, off we go, Harry," and he apparated Harry, his trunk and himself to Number 12.

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They arrived at Number 12 with another "pop" and settled in the kitchen. Dumbledore poured Harry some tea and sat down to explain what was going on.

"Well," Dumbledore began, " I guess I better start from the beginning..."

Harry snorted into his tea.

"You are aware that Voldemort has never known true love." Harry nodded, sipping his tea. "Well, Professor Snape had the idea of forcing the Dark Lord to feel these emotions..."

"This is Snape's doing!" Harry exclaimed spitting out his tea. "Bastard..." he muttered.

"That's Professor Snape, Harry," Dumbledore corrected. "Potions Bastard."

"So, Snape gave Voldemort a love potion?" Harry asked, ignoring Dumbledore's correction.

"Precisely," Dumbledore said surveying Harry through his half-moon spectacles. "You are much smarter in this fic that you normally are," he added.

"Thank you," Harry said proudly.

"Anyway," Dumbledore continued, "as Voldemort's love for you is overpowering his hate for everything, he is hereafter rendered slightly less harmless than he was. However, if his love continues to be unrequited, it should strip him of his powers completely."

"You mean I don't get to kill him?"

"No, I would prefer it if you didn't, Harry. I know your hatred of the Dark Lord is strong, but believe me, being forced to love your greatest enemy is a fate worse than death," Dumbledore said truthfully.

"What if... what if he tries to sex me up?" Harry asked warily.

"I give you permission to hex him," Dumbledore said simply.

"Ah," said Harry, not looking forward to his next encounter with the Dark Lord at all.

"Oh and Harry," Dumbledore started, "I would prefer you keep this a secret. Tell Ron and Hermione, but no one else. We don't want anyone, especially Voldemort's followers, catching wind of this."

"Of course," said Harry.

"Well, I really must be off!" Dumbledore exclaimed as he apparated suddenly.

"Oh, bugger," said Harry, sitting back in his chair.

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More encounters with our beloved Dark Lord to come. I promise!