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Voldemort had heard many tales since returning to Great Britain. After finally finding a body in one Quirinus Quirrell, he had finally been able to return to life, sort of.
The stories he had heard upon his arrival were enough to simultaneous anger and amuse him. All of wizarding Britain had cheered when they had thought him to be dead. They had celebrated his 'death' and laid the entire happenstance on the shoulders of the Potter's child, who had somehow survived the Killing Curse.
They called him the Boy-Who-Lived and had even considered making Samhain a holiday about him.
Voldemort finally learned the name of the child who was supposedly going to bring his downfall. Harry James Potter.
Voldemort had nearly fainted at the name. Harry James, who had black, messy hair, and bright, green eyes.
When he thought back to that day, he remembered the strange child sat in the cot. Remembered that the child had very clearly called him by name. But he also remembered how the boy said he 'forgave' him.
It couldn't be. It just couldn't be possible that Voldemort's dead husband, the love of his life and his best friend, was reborn into the body of the one meant to destroy him!
He didn't want to believe it! He didn't even want to consider that it was the truth.
It was such a horrible twist of fate, to turn someone he obviously cared for, into someone meant to vanquish him.
No one knew where the boy lived. Some assumed that he was in hiding in order to receive special training because he was in line to become the next Minister for Magic. Ridiculous, but the sheeple were very quick to convince themselves of anything.
A few thought that he was living with Dumbledore of all people, but the old man lived at Hogwarts and no one had ever seen Harry Potter there, so it couldn't be true.
A few got the bright idea that perhaps he was placed somewhere safe, under the careful eyes of Dumbledore. That rumor was the most likely out of the dozens of stories that Voldemort had heard ever since returning to Britain.
Fighting dragons and saving damsels when he was four? Honestly, some children may be talented - just look at Voldemort's childhood for an example - but no child ran around swinging swords and killing dragons at that age.
Still, Voldemort knew that Quirrell had managed to attain the Defense Against the Dark Arts position at Hogwarts for the upcoming year and Voldemort knew that he would be hearing about Harry Potter, because the boy had turned eleven and would certainly have been accepted into the school.
Dumbledore would face public outcry if he tried to keep the boy away.
Voldemort was awake because the professors were having the same discussion that they had at the beginning of every term. Which new student was showing the most promise? Were there any students who were causing a bit of a ruckus? Did anyone need to be watched for mysterious behavior?
The professors always discussed things at these mandatory meetings and Voldemort had made sure to rest fully the whole day in order to be wide awake to listen to the discussion.
"A few students have shown some mettle from each of the Houses, I am sure," the old fool began, his grandfatherly tone smooth and irritating to Voldemort. "Severus?"
Ah, yes, his dear Severus had managed to procure a job at Hogwarts and was fooling the old manipulator very well.
"I have discovered that Daphne Greengrass is a force to be reckoned with among her peers. She is self assured, of a sharp mind, and intelligent. I keep records of all of my Slytherin's scores and she ranks highest out of the Slytherin first years. Behind her is Blaise Zabini. I would suggest advanced tutoring if it comes down to it."
'Advanced tutoring'? Voldemort had never heard of that being a part of the Hogwarts curriculum.
"Filius?"
"Lisa Turpin is my brightest little star! She loves her books very much and excels in all of her classes! Unfortunately she really needs some friends, but doesn't seem too moved to acquire any as of yet."
"It's only the first month, Filius. I'm sure things will work out," said Dumbledore, sounding convincing, though Voldemort wasn't fooled in the least.
"Pomona?"
"Zacharias Smith has been a considerable student, if his attitude is put aside. Susan Bones is definitely a bright one and Hannah Abbott is right beside her. I would also recommend them for the advanced tutoring class," the stout witch gushed.
"And Minerva?"
There was a heavy sigh, full of so many emotions despite the fact that Voldemort could not see the old woman's face.
"I have some students who are genius in particular subjects, and some who are good at every subject. I'm sure you all know of Ms. Granger."
There was a collective mumble of agreement. Even Voldemort had heard of the girl. Know-it-all according to some students.
"She pushes herself so hard, I'm convinced she should have been in Ravenclaw. Not once has she even tried to make friends with her classmates. She follows her books religiously and while it's wonderful to see a student thirst for knowledge, I worry over her people skills. Particularly, how she clings to books as the right and if anyone goes against what she reads, then they are wrong.
Several students have made complaints already, so she bears some watching."
The girl sounded obsessed.
"On the other hand, Mr. Potter is my second worry. He is brilliant. His intelligence surpasses that of Lily's when she was a first year. While not so shocking to find such talent in someone so young, his manner of speech and his actions worry me.
He speaks only with Mr. Longbottom and the Weasley twins anddoes not try to branch out despite the House he resides in. He never plays, or gets in trouble. He's quiet and good at remaining out of sight. Frankly, I'm convinced he was supposed to be a Slytherin and that was why his sorting took so long."
Dead silence filled the room.
"Surely you are exaggera-"
"I know what I am talking about, Albus. That boy absolutely detests the youngest Weasley boy. He does not find Quidditch to be interesting and scoffed when a fellow student asked if he wanted to play. He does not do anything that is even remotely Gryffindor. And the dressing down he gave Ms. Granger on the first day. Slytherin. He was supposed to be a Slytherin and I don't know why he was placed in Gryffindor when he obviously dislikes it there."
"Perhaps a re-sort," Sprout suggested. "We want the children to be happy and maybe Slytherin would do him much good."
Severus gave a scoff. "Potter would be a minnow among piranhas in Slytherin. Holding his own is one thing, being a recluse is another. One child against an entire House of children who mostly don't like him already, would not do him any better. I too have noticed his mannerisms and I believe that the boy chose to be placed in Gryffindor because he would face less opposition there.
If he was a Slytherin, you all know as well as I that the entire school would hate him. If he was a Hufflepuff, he'd be a laughing stock and would be bullied by the other three houses. He'd most likely lose his sanity if he was stuck with the Ravenclaws, faced with all those questions day in and day out. Logically, Gryffindor, which is known for adoring courage and great feats of magic, is the least worrisome for someone who is famous for defeating a dark lord."
If Harry Potter was so intelligent and so different that he was supposed to be a Slytherin, then he was very much like Voldemort had been.
But the boy was the reincarnation of Voldemort's lover. Of course if Voldemort killed him as planned, then he would just be reborn, right? Or did the boy have to make the same promise that Hadrian, Haraldr, and Harish had made? And why would he even give such a promise if Voldemort was trying to kill him?
This was so confusing and frustrating.
Voldemort just wanted things to return to the way they had been before Dumbledore ruined his life.
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