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Harry closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. His parents had died when he had been one and he had been dumped on his relative's doorsteps, who would never have accepted him if they hadn't been offered everything his parents had left. He'd been brought into a household where he was the youngest, the weirdest and unwanted by everyone. They didn't bother speaking to him. Indifference was the best he got. In search of somewhere to fit in, to matter, Harry had gotten caught up with the group of guys at the corner. They became family, they fought for him, defended and protected him.

He knew his relatives didn't give a damn about him. They certainly weren't going to pay for his education so he made enough money selling drugs to the crack heads on the dark streets of Surrey to put himself through College and University during the day while dealing at night. Unlike the others who were in for the moment, he saved his money, made connections and when he saw an opportunity to expand he took it. The trade was how he'd met Sirius. Sirius had been a friend of his parents. And ever since Sirius had found out who he was he had started looking after him. It took years and a lot of finagling, railroading and blood shedding, but these days, Every bag of weed sold on the quiet streets of Birmingham and Oxfords belonged to The Order of the Phoenix.

This was a business, his business, and he was looking to expand. London had been his dream for years. Even though Harry had eyed it now and again, he hadn't thought to move on it until Marvolo had died. Harry figured the territory would be up for grabs since Morfin had been doing a bid in States. No one clued him in to the existence of Voldemort until he had seen him come up in the news and claim the business as his own. Radicalizing it and sticking a label of his own. The Death Eaters. That's what he had named his gang.

Now Voldemort was in Harry's face, in his brain, and the why had very little to do with their street war. Harry swiped a hand over his face and shook his head. Enough. Time to purge Voldemort from his mind. He snatched up his phone and dialled Ginny. She answered on the fourth ring,

"Mr. Potter."

"Ginny. I'd like to see you later this evening, is that feasible?"

She paused and he imagined her biting her lip as she often did when they spoke,

"Y-Yes, sir."

She sounded off, but he couldn't blame her. He'd changed their agreement by losing control. Time for him to beg her forgiveness then move on. He never allowed the people he played with to see him lose control. If it happened, he ended things and moved on. As he was about to do with Ginny.

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Evening came too late that day. Harry found himself restless and nervous. He breathed out a sigh of relief when he found himself outside Ginny's door

"Hello, Ginny. Can I come in?"

Harry frowned when she peeked at him from behind her door. Her lips were red and swollen, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. She blinked rapidly,

"Y-Yes. Of course."

She stepped back, and Harry walked past her into the dimly lit house. His frown deepened as he caught a whiff of Ginny's scent. Aroused woman and fear,

"Are you…."

"Is she what?"

Someone murmured from behind him. Harry froze. Something touched his nape, a gun, if he had to guess. It took his brain a few seconds to catch up, to recognize the voice. Voldemort.

"What the hell is this?"

Ginny shook her head mutely. Voldemort's words were intimately whispered at Harry's right ear.

"I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me."

He fisted his hands as he tried to figure out what the hell was happening,

"Ginny, are you okay?"

She was useless, half leaning against the wall, chest heaving, nipples clearly visible through her flimsy dress. Her pupils were dilated as she licked her lips, looking from Harry to the guy behind him with the gun.

"Did you do something to her?"

Voldemort scoffed,

"Did I? She's not important, not to me, and I'm thinking not to you."

Harry gritted his teeth and ground out,

"Then why are you here?"

The gun shifted a bit and Harry figured Voldemort had shrugged.

"You're here. Where else would I be? Figured I'd be present to watch you say goodbye."

Ginny's panting breaths echoed in the small living room. Harry narrowed his eyes as she cupped her breasts, teasing the hardened nipples with one hand. Voldemort whispered in his ear,

"She gets off on it. The fear and the danger."

Damn. Harry shook his head,

"Yes. Ginny here tells me that before last night, you'd never done that, never kissed her like that, never really touched her like that."

He got closer, lips brushing Harry's nape as he asked,

"What changed last night, Mr. Potter? What made you lose control?"

Harry remained silent. There was nothing to say, not when he didn't know himself. It wasn't as if Voldemort deserved an explanation. He asked sharply,

"Are you on drugs?"

Voldemort spoke slowly,

"I am high, but you're to blame for that."

The gun pressed harder against Harry's skin. Harry gritted his teeth. He wanted to turn around and snatch the gun away from that crazy idiot, knock him on his ass, but he couldn't take the chance. Not with Ginny right there. It took Harry all his self-control to restrain the urge to beat the hell out of Voldemort. Harry kept his mouth shut. Voldemort didn't deserve an explanation. That bastard knew nothing about control and denying one's self anything. Voldemort was the epitome of acting without thinking things through,

""What do you want?"

Harry was relieved to note that his frustrated anger didn't filter through in his voice. Voldemort moved from Harry's back to his front, the gun disappearing then rapidly appearing at his throat,

"I already told you what I wanted last night."

His breath teased the corner of Harry's mouth when he whispered just loud enough for Harry to hear,

"I never repeat myself."

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