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Voldy's POV

I lay on the white-sheeted bed in St. Mungo's, awaiting the arrival of Harry Potter. He was the first Horcrux I would get rid of, then Nagini, because the pain I experienced would probably transfer over to them.

"Mr Riddle?" A black-haired nurse with big, brown eyes walked in.

I sat up and beckoned her in.

"My name is Natalie and I will be your attending nurse." She smiled, which took me by surprise. "Is there anything I can get you to make you more comfortable?"

"No, not really" I sighed. "But I would like some company, if you can provide some?"

"Yes, of course."

She sat on the chair next to me and folded her hands. I blinked in shock and Natalie smirked.

"You expected me to run out and panic?" she suggested with a twinkle in her eyes. "I'm a better person than that."

"Were you a Gryffindor or Hufflepuff?" I asked, intrigued by this young beauty.

"Hufflepuff" she laughed.

I smiled, thinking how her laugh sounded like a chorus of bells. We chatted for about an hour, then the Matron came in and scolded her.

"Oh, no" I said quickly. "I asked her for some company, and she volunteered."

The older woman went white at being addressed by me and nearly ran out of the room. Natalie grimaced and stood.

"I'd better go after her, or she'll take it out on the rest of the team. I'll come by later, okay?"

She dashed out the room as I gave a small wave.

"Well, well, well" a voice came from the door the other side of the room. "I told you you would be accepted eventually."

Potter was leaning against the door, grinning. If I had been a normal human, I swear I would have blushed.

"She was just being friendly" I said as he took the chair the lovely nurse had occupied. "It didn't mean anything."

"Oh, yes it did" he smirked. "If she can put the past behind her, the rest of us can." He looked down. "Well, most of us."

"I hope to change the fact that you can't" I said accidentally.

I zipped my lips and crossed my arms.

"Really?" Harry asked. "How?"

He sounded honestly curious, but I shook my head. I wanted it to be a surprise for him to treasure, rather than something he couldn't wait for. Something like a present to a child on Christmas.

Yes... A Christmas gift, that's what it would be.

"Let's just say I think you will enjoy Christmas this year" I beamed.

He frowned in confusion and I decided to get onto the matter at hand.

"Shall we get started?" I proposed. "You're going to need to lie down. You can be sedated if you want, in case you still feel the pain."

He twisted his mouth and nodded. I pressed the button on the controls to call a nurse and Natalie come in.

"Hello Mr Riddle, Mr Potter, how can I help" she said politely.

"Tom" I huffed. "Call me Tom."

"And me Harry, or I feel really old. I'm not even of age yet!" Harry complained.

"Feel old?" I challenged. "I am old!"

"Boys, your both pretty enough to not look old," Natalie groaned. "Now what did you need?"

"I need to be pumped full of drug, please" grinned Harry. "So we can get this done."

I snorted. Natalie rolled her eyes and directed Potter to he bed next to mine. He flinched when she pulled out a needle.

"Isn't there a magical way?" he whined.

""Yes, but it takes hours and the muggle method is much more effective."

She stuck him with the long piece of metal and attached it to a plastic bag. He was out within minutes.

"It's all up to you now" Natalie murmured. "Make sure you get everything."

She tentatively reached out and touched my shoulder in comfort. I smiled at her and closed my eyes.

I thought of Lily Potter and how she was a wonderful witch. I had heard from various Death Eaters how she was dedicated to the good of the world. She was a talented person and a good friend. The pain came in waves. Big, nauseating waves. I moaned, but persevered. I remembered how she pleaded for her sons life and how I laughed cruelly in her face. Pain turned to agony, but I pushed on. I replayed the memory over and over in my mind, watching how Harry wept at the loss of his mother. My eyes snapped open involuntarily and stared at the clinical white ceiling. My lungs took rasping breaths and my back arched, pushing my head into the fluffy pillow.

My vision went black.