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Harry Potter and the Dragon Storm

Episode IV

Consequences

Harry lay on a soft bed happily snuggled under the soft covers. However, although he was quite certain he went to bed alone he felt a soft, warm and comfortable body lying half on top of him. Normally, this would not have been much of a problem, except right now, he has a 'morning problem', and her thigh was pressed right up against it.

Harry took a deep and calming breath praying for his 'hardness problem' to go down, but unfortunately, it just seemed to get worse the more he thought about it. It just throbbed painfully, and pleasurable against her thigh. He now wished he wore more than just boxer shorts to bed, but he had no way of knowing that he would have a visitor climb into bed with him during the night. He could feel her tight, firm body pushed tightly to him. Her slender arms wrapped firmly around his bare chest, and her bust pushed up against his left arm so tight that he could actually feel her nipples through the silk of her nightdress.

Harry gulped as he slowly allowed his eyes to blink open and found that his previously unclean thoughts were temporary forgotten as he realised his vision is now just as perfect as in his weird dream. The room was bathed only in a dim light that managed to get in through the closed curtains. However, he could still see clearly, and even hear two fast moving heartbeats in the room, which reminded him.

He looked down at the blue covers that now only covered his lower half to see a small slender arm wrapped around his waist. He found that unnerving, but what really surprised him was his body looked a little more toned than he ever remembered. Maybe that dream-training thing really does work since he can also remember a few spells he learnt, and was sure he could perform them. He took a deep breath and looked to his left, his breath caught in his throat immediately.

Amanda was lying tightly up against him wearing a short red silk nightdress with a low cut neckline that showed off a lot of cleavage, which in turn made him throb hard up against her thigh. He took a few deep and calming breaths, though they didn't help at all, and just seemed to make things worse as her breasts pushed tighter into his arm.

He tried letting his thoughts drift into a different avenue but his hormones had other ideas as she stirred a little he held his breath, but that didn't stop his excitement from throbbing again. Then his eyes widened in fright as her eyes fluttered open, and a blush streaked across his cheeks as she smiled beautifully at him.

They just stared at each other for a moment before his hardness betrayed him and throbbed again, and now she noticed and returned his blush, though she never lost her smile or moved away. He found his eyes wondering back to her cleavage momentarily before flicking up to her face as he heard her quietly giggle.

"G-good morning, Harry," she spoke in a gentle whisper, her pretty smile never leaving her lips.

Harry gulped and felt as if he had swallowed led. His heart was pounding painfully in his chest as he thought to keep him self under control. He had never been in a situation like this before so wasn't sure what to do, if anything. So took a moment to compose him self before he could reply.

"Good morning," he replied. His voice huskier than he would have liked. "W-what are you doing h-here?" he asked nervously. He could actually feel a few beads of sweat dripping down his brow.

"I thought you might be lonely," she answered as she shifted slightly in his arms, which he now noticed are around her, holding her just as she him. He groaned quietly as her thigh shifted a little between his legs. She paused as she looked at him with a blush on her cheeks before smirking, a small smug smirk. "What was that Harry?"

He gulped, though it took an aged to get down his dry throat. "Err… n-nothing," he answered shakily as he felt her thigh slowly moving.

"Are you sure?" she asked as she moved her lips to his ear, pushing her self deeper into him as she began nibbling his earlobe, and carefully rubbing her thigh against his throbbing. He couldn't escape the whimpering moan that escaped his lips this time as he felt some pleasant shivers run down his spine. "Oh, r-really?" she whispered doubtfully into his ear, enticing another shiver.

All he could do was nod his head, though was certain his expression said otherwise as she shifted slightly more on him. He could now feel her crouch on his leg and was not surprised to feel the moisture slowly leaking onto him as she pushed her self onto him. He could hear her heartbeat even faster than his and wondered how it kept in her chest.

"Oh fuck, we s-should stop," he groaned out finally as he smelt her scent. It was almost driving him crazy, and he could barely take the sweat aroma.

She looked at him and frowned. "Y-you don't want to?" she asked feeling hurt at his rejection.

"No. No, it's not that because I do, it's just that…" he interrupted quickly but unable to finish his sentence. However, he looked into her eyes and gave her a reassuring smile before leaning towards her and kissing her soft lips for a moment before continuing. "W-well I can't use magic outside of school so I can't use any protection spell even if I knew one. And neither of us have any non-magical protections. Do we?" he asked her the last and she shook her head in the negative, looking sheepish. "And with my weird luck you would end up pregnant, and neither of us are ready for that kind of responsibility," he sighed with a shake of his head, but his throbbing continued to betray his mind.

She then smirked and leaned in capturing his lips briefly. "Well, there are other things we could do, to… relieve our stress," she answered in a whisper. She pushed her crutch up against his leg before slowly sliding her hand down his body, and this time he didn't refuse her anything.

Her fingertips brushed the fabric of his boxers across the tip of his throbbing weapon before moving slowly to his waistband and slowly sliding her hand in. He let out a soft, controlled gasp as her fingers touched him and she wrapped her fingers around it. Her eyes widening as she fully felt its size. The smoothness and warmth of the erection making more juices flow from her.

"Whoa, Harry," she whispered as she started to gently pump him. "I-it's so big," she whispered into his ear, causing him to blush with a groan. She ground her self into him as she continued pumping, soaking his thigh. Her lips touching his ear as she kissed and licked, nibbled and enjoyed their intimacy, little whimpers escaping her as Harry's hands slowly worked their way down her back towards her tight bum.

0oo00oo0

It had been about two hours since Harry and Amanda had woken up and he had just finished getting dressed after his quick shower. He had recently had a very, very good time with Amanda. And he hoped nobody knew she had spent the night in his room let alone what they had done that morning. He didn't need that kind of hassle. Hopefully the Fates will give him a break for a while.

At first, Harry was wearing some of his old hand-me-down clothes, but then he used some magic without the use of his wand to transfigure them into something more respectable. He now wore some black combat trousers, and boots, as well as a form hugging black sleeveless tee shirt. This use of magic just gave proof to the dream being real, ah well he'll think more on that later. He has more important things to think on anyway.

Harry sighed as he stood by the window and looked outside at the beautifully designed garden. He was confused at his feelings. He likes Amanda a lot but wasn't sure whether an actual relationship with a Non-Mage would workout very well, especially with him being the Magical Worlds saviour and all that crap. Well he guessed he should just go with the flow and see where fate takes him, probably down a rocky path if his past is any indication.

Shaking his head clear he smiled as he saw a small owl heading towards his bedroom window and quickly opened it. The crazy little creature flow in and started speeding around his head like a feathered hallo carrying a small package. Harry chuckled at the birds silliness before reaching up and plucking it out of the air before it did him, or it self any harm.

Harry pulled the package and letter from the owl, and looked at it expecting to see Ron Weasley's, (Harry's Best Friends) hand writing. But was surprised to see unfamiliar neat writing in pink ink. So he cautiously opened the envelope and pulled out the light pink letter, which oddly enough smelt of cherries. The scent was oddly enticing and made him feel warm. He unfolded his letter and read to himself.

Dear Harry.

Happy birthday.

I hope you like the present I got you. I saw you broke your last one, so I got you a new one. I know it's not much, but I thought it would be nice idea to help you remember not to do that again.

Sorry about Dumbledore not letting you come home to the Burrow yet. Mum has been trying her hardest to get him to change his mind. I hope your okay, and those horrid relatives of yours aren't making your life too miserable.

Hope to see you soon.

I don't really know what to put in this letter. It's just that I guess that I want to tell you that if you ever need to talk, if you ever just feel lonely, anytime. I'll be there for you.

I don't really know too much about what happened in the maze, but don't bottle up your feeling's too much Okay.

Love,

Ginny.

Harry just stared in mild surprise at the letter, and was happy about it, at least someone thought of him. Then he remembered that he wasn't at Privet Drive, so if anyone did send him something it might not even get to him. However, normally if a persons not there to collect their deliveries, the owl will go and find them like Ron's owl, obviously borrowed by Ginny. Harry wondered whether anyone had even sent him any letters since this is the first letter he had gotten all summer but shrugged it off as unimportant. He's passed caring about trivial crap like that.

He placed the letter down on the bed and sat down beside it. At least he is away from the Dursley's and at a place where people actually like him. Though in Amanda's case, like seems a little too weak a word to use.

Harry then took the small neatly rapped gift, Ginny sent him, in gold shinny paper with a yellow ribbon, and unwrapped it. He found a small case inside, and when he opened it, he found a rather nice silver watch, on its face something that made Harry laugh. It was a small-animated Hungarian Horntail Dragon. The same type of monster Harry had to face down in his first task at the Triwizard Tournament. So he strapped the watch onto his left wrist and smiled at it. Then noticed a little strip of parchment. 'This ones water proof up to ten thousand meters.' He chuckled amused at the note. Smiling at his new watch he remembered that his old one got water damaged in the lake at Hogwarts during the second task. He was too worried about completing the task that he understandably forgot about his watch.

"Omigod it's your birthday?" a voice squealed in shock from beside him. He was startled, as he hadn't noticed her enter. Amanda had his letter in her hands, and had obviously red it. He must have been too zoned out to notice. However, now he had he must say she looked excellent.

She was wearing a flowing blue summer dress with a low cut neckline, showing off her cleavage, held with thin straps. It hung just over halfway up her thighs showing off her lightly tanned skin. She went bare foot, and wore a thin silver chain around her neck. Harry found him self fleetingly breathless as his eyes eagerly drank her in, before shaking him self out of his stupor, though she obviously liked his reaction

"Yea-yeah… no big deal though," he replied breathlessly with a smile as she passed him back his letter and he tucked it away in his trouser pocket.

"Well we must do something special for today," she told him hopefully with a suggestive wink.

Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes. "We already kind of did, even if you didn't know it's my birthday. I kind of forgot until I got this," he answered with a shrug as he gestured to his new watch. She blushed as she remembered the fun they had earlier. "Well anyway yesterday I was thinking about going to Diagon Alley to get my school things soon, and today seems as good a day as any other," he told her with a grin. "How about you come with me? Well, if you're not busy. I'll understand if you are and we can go another day."

She stared at him in surprise for a few moments and he worried that she didn't want to go shopping with him. He doesn't like shopping much especially when he's by him self. Therefore, it just seemed logical to take a shopping partner, and it just so happened his chosen partner is beautiful and will let him kiss her whenever he wants.

"I'm not allowed," she suddenly answered with a sad sigh.

"Huh, why not?" he answered in surprise. He wondered whether her parents had forbidden her from ever going there or something, but that just didn't seem like them. They're very good and open-minded parents, and Harry could tell that even after only knowing them for a few hours. He just knew there isn't much they would forbid from their kids, and this didn't seem to be the sort of thing they would forbid, especial having two wizards in the family.

"Because I'm not magic of course," she told him as if everybody should know this rule. Harry frowned… nobody had told him this before. He just thought that since Non-Magic borns parents are allowed in that their siblings are too. Maybe someone should have given him an orientation. He thought on that a moment and frowned. The Non-Mage borns probably got one. He bet Dumbledore wanted him to stay as ignorant as possible. Too bad Harry now has other ideas.

He just shrugged nonchalantly. "So," he replied matter of factually without a care in the world.

"It's against your laws."

Harry just laughed and shook his head. "Well I don't remember making such a silly law," he answered jokingly with a shake of his head. She just giggled a little. "Well anyway if anyone says anything I'll tell them to piss off."

"You can't just go around telling cops to piss off," she replied cutely, and he couldn't help but grin at how adorable it was for her to cuss.

"Then I'll vaporise them," Harry answered laughing with a shrug. She startled looking as if she was not sure whether he was joking or not, and for some reason he wouldn't be able to answer that truthfully him self.

'Was that dream real?' he thought confusedly to him self before shaking his head clear and smirking at the girl. He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her into his body a blush adorning her checks.

"You're trying to kill me aren't you?" he whispered amusedly as he looked down at her cleavage, biting his lower lip before returning his gaze to her eyes.

She just smirked. "Maybe… is it working?" she agreed with a giggle.

"Most definitely," he agreed as he leaned down to capture her lips.

0oo00oo0

Darkness, always darkness. Endless blacks, blues and purples. For once, it would be nice to see some lighter versions of the many dark, blues, purples, and blacks. But that would never happen. Not in this place… for this is the darkness. A place where light can neither enter nor escape. It just is. It doesn't exist, yet it does. It is a place where hope withers and chaos reigns supreme. Noise cannot enter or escape the cold darkness where heat and warmth shall never triumph.

It is however, a place to wait. To wait for that one opportunity to reign supreme over the light. Waiting for what could be forever, or maybe just a moment. The waiting brings about fear, and hatred, rage and calm.

However, finally its time has come to once again bring forth its terror to the world of man. To spread forth its anguish and horrors. To prove its existence. This time it shall not fail, as mans heart is more black and cruel than ever before. The selfishness of humanity shall finally bring about the undoing of life. Finally, it's free.

0oo00oo0

Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was not very happy with one Harry James Potter. Albus had arrived at Harry's Aunt and Uncles to speak to Harry about his plans to go into Diagon Alley to do his school shopping. But when he got there after Harry's uncle had finished his verbal assault that is. Though he wondered how one man could house so much hate for a people he has barely had any contact with. Albus guessed it was Petunia Dursley telling the whale of the man half-truths and lies about their people still jealous that she had no magical powers as her sister did.

However, Albus was told that Harry wasn't even there and that he had left last night. Albus thought that it was likely that he had run off to the Weasley family's home, the Burrow. However, that was proven wrong when his uncle said he left with a girl and her family, and started mumbling angrily about freaks, (meaning magic people), mixing with normal people (meaning muggles).

Albus really didn't like that kind of attitude. It was like the way Death Eaters and purists spoke about muggles. To him relationships between muggles and wizards didn't matter. All that really matter is that both parties care about one another, faults and all. Though he knew most of the wizarding community would disagree with his sentimentality on that front especially if it involved 'their' savoir. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered. They preach tolerance only until it no longer suits them.

Albus sighed tiredly and asked what he meant. Vernon said that Harry was kissing some normal girl from Vernon's son's school. Albus almost forgot how angry he was with Harry for leaving to laugh, and barely managed to suppress his humour. It wasn't the fact Harry was kissing a muggle, which isn't funny. It was the fact it was someone from his son's school and seemed to antagonize the brute most. It was nice that Harry had obviously decided that a muggle girl is just as good as a witch, and showed he is a very good person.

Albus then asked for the girl's name, which was spat out with disgust. After the brutish man hissed that, the girl knew that Harry is a wizard, and that her name is Amanda Creevey. Albus thought for a second about the name in surprise thinking over all of the muggleborns whose sister this possibly could be. Then realised that it must be the young photographer in the making's sister, Collin Creevey from School: a year below Harry.

Albus knew exactly where they lived so without saying bye to Harry's rude ill-mannered relations he just left. And now he was approaching the rather nice house of the Creevey's, so he could tell Harry that he is to return to the Dursley's, and that he is not to leave there again until he returns to Hogwarts. So he knocked on the door and waited.

He wondered what Harry could have been doing during his time here, because this would be the first time he's been in a muggle home with people who won't treat him like a leper. He just hoped Harry enjoyed his impromptu stay here, as he will soon have to leave and return to his 'family'. If they can actually be called family.

Albus had wondered over the years why the special blood bound ward around the Dursley's home isn't anywhere near as powerful as it should be, and only came to one conclusion. Neither the Dursley's nor Harry consider them selves related by anything more than blood, and without any family love in the house hold between Harry and his Aunt, the blood wards are working far below par. Meaning they are in fact, less powerful than the wards at Hogwarts, though still able to perform their job, just about.

However, Albus had to get Harry to return to the Dursley's home as soon as possible because the wards will soon crumble as Harry slowly looses all recognition that that is also his home, and that he has blood family. If that happens, the wards will fall apart like tissue paper and Harry will no longer be safe at their house and not be able to return.

The old Headmaster only waited at the door for a few moments when it was pulled open by whom he recognised to be none other than Colin Creevy. Colin stood for a moment without saying a word just staring at the odd visitor before shaking his head clear and smiling nervously.

"Professor Dumbledore?" the boy asked with a confused from. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Hello, m'boy. I've came to see Harry… can I come in," he asked kindly with a grandfatherly smile. His deep blue eyes twinkling.

Collin shrugged, still looking confused and opened the door fully and moved a side so Albus stepped in. He smiled as he glanced around. He always liked how the muggles could be so much cleaner and tidier than wizards even without having magic they seemed to make it seem easy. He had actually compared muggle pubs to places like the Leaky Cauldron and the Three Broomsticks: two wizarding establishments. He had wondered how the wizarding places got away with looking so much filthier.

However, he shook away his continued pondering as he saw him. Harry had just reached the bottom of the stairs, hand in hand with a pretty-young girl he reasoned to be Colin's older sister. He was smiling for a moment until he saw the old man and the smile disappeared from his face followed by first a look of guilt, then anger and finally settling for a determined expression.

Harry just stared at him for a moment when the old teacher got a start as he felt the air thicken and a magic weight clamped down on everyone in the immediate vicinity. Albus felt his breathing thicken in the weight of the magical pressure, though it was nothing he could not withstand. He maybe old, but he is also a very powerful wizard him self, and has felt his fair share of powerful sorcerers with a strong magical aura.

This was starling though as Harry's power although not anywhere near as great as his is, it seemed to be going in that direction, and at such a young age too. It was actually a little humbling as his eyes flickered to Colin to see the boy had paled to a milky colour and his eyes had widened in fright, sweat now running down his face as he struggled to breathe. In fact, poor Colin was also struggling to stand up straight and Albus wondered whether the boy should perhaps spend some more time when at school stretching his magical muscles so this kind of pressure doesn't affect him nearly as much as it is.

Then Albus let his eyes quickly shift to Colin's sister. She was now hugging tightly onto Harry's arm for support. Her breathing was fairly-shallow but not as bad as Colin's, which surprised him. Being a muggle: the old man would have expected her to have collapsed to her knees, and been covered in sweat and collapsed under this pressure into unconsciousness, but it seemed more likely Colin might. However, she only had a light sheen of sweat on her cheeks, and she had barely lost any colour.

Maybe Harry was somehow directing most of it away from her on a subconscious level, or she could just have an exceptional will for a muggle girl of her young age, as he had come across some powerful muggle martial artist with incredible wills too, maybe she studies them. He had no doubt either way that young Miss. Creevy would have made an exceptional witch.

Then suddenly when Albus looked back at Harry, his eyes (glasses free, Albus noticed, confused) flickered over everybody, blinked several times in surprise, and the magical pressure just disappeared as if it had never been there at all. Though his and the two Creevey's relieved sighs said otherwise.

Harry just gave them all a sheepish smile as they all recomposed them selves. None of them intending to actually mention what had just happened. Albus smiled as Colin stood up straight and brushed sweat from his eyes. However, smiled a little wider as he took note that his sister did not intend to let go of Harry's arm. It was humbling that this powerless muggle girl had just felt Harry's growing power. Felt how dangerous he could be and yet it still didn't bother her, as she gave him a smirk and rolled her eyes. She may not have realised that it isn't very normal for a fifteen-year-old boy to be able to project their mystical power let alone that much.

"It's good to see you're safe Harry," he finally said trying to break the annoying quite that had descended.

Harry just placed on a bemused smile and shrugged, though no smile reached his eyes. Albus smiled as he looked into Harry's oddly coloured emerald eyes of his trying to get a read on him. However, he found him self surprised yet again. Normally Harry is a very open book and his memories and feelings right on the surface, but now it was as if Harry felt nothing and remembered even less. There was nothing to see, and nothing to feel, just emptiness. It seemed Harry might have secretly learned more than one new trick recently.

Harry allowed a small smirk to line his futures as he watched the old man for a moment before the Headmasters annoying smile and twinkling eyes returned, so he decided to ask a question in return. Though it is more rhetorical.

"I guess you're here to get me to go back?" he asked in mild bemusement.

"Yes you will be returning to your Aunt and Uncles with me," he agreed with a wide grin. "I'm glad you're not going to make a fuss over this."

"No I think I will actually," the raven-haired boy stated firmly with a smirk. It was actually the sort of firmness he had used to use on students when he taught transfiguration when they were slaking off. "I like to make a fuss. Anyway they don't want me there and I don't want to be there so I don't see any problem."

"B-but Harry, you're only safe while you are…" the old man began but cut him self short as Harry lost all traces of humour and glared. His eyes darkened and hardened making a chill run down the old mans spine.

"No I never intend to return there again," the boy stated with a finality that shocked the old professor. "Not now, not ever."

"See reason Harry. With Voldemort and his Death Eaters on the loose you're not safe anywhere else," said Albus starting to really worry now. He knew he couldn't force Harry to return. And the Dursley's would prefer he didn't. And while Harry has other options so open to him his hands seemed tied.

"I don't care. You think I would rather live, than be happy and free," retorted Harry in an angry hiss. "I don't give a crap about Voldemort. All he is is a stupid little baby, bullying all of the other children on the playground. Most likely because they didn't want to play with him."

Harry ground his teeth in anger and projected his magic solely at Dumbledore this time and the old man took an involuntary step back this time. "We wouldn't have to worry about Voldemort and his merry band of terrorists if the ministry weren't full of weak little losers," he spat out. "So afraid of his pathetic name that they cower at the mere thought of it let alone if it's said out loud. These are the people that are supposed to protect us; yet they can't even speak the name of one half-blooded jerk that's convinced nearly everyone that he's the definition of Pureblooded Wizard society.

"You're all idiots. If you're all too chicken shit to destroy the bastard. I sure as hell ain't wasting my life hiding under a rock from those wasters of humanity dregs, for you to do something about the evil bitches."

"What? What are you saying? Be reasonable. It's for your own good," the old man protested nervously as Harry glared at him spitefully. "I have to keep you safe."

"Safe? Is that what you call it?" he asked sarcastically. Albus winced at the accusatory tone. "I call it a bloody prison. You never had to leave me with those things. Leaving me with them could have made me into something like Voldemort. Maybe even worse."

"What do you mean?" asked Albus, gulping. Harry's eyes blazed with furry and rage but his expression kept its calm. He was just thankful Harry was no longer projecting his power.

"Well let's start with day one after my parents were murdered," he began with a scowl. "You take me from my parent's home and dump me on a doorstep in the middle of the night. You don't even ask them if they wanted me. You just forced me on them without a thought for anybody else's feelings. But as long as I'm safe screw what is right, let's do what is easy?"

Albus winced at those words, his words being thrown back in his face, and opened his mouth to defend him self. "B-but that was right Harry they are you're only remaining family."

Harry scoffed at the mere notion. "Family are those who love you unconditionally. No. It was easy to leave me there because of whatever protections you have there. Some kind of blood based ward if I were to guess between my mothers sacrifice and my Aunt. It was just easier for you to leave me with them for my 'protection' than anywhere else.

"Plus I'm sure you knew how I was treated. For fucks sake my Hogwarts letter was addressed to the cupboard under the stairs," he growled here and both Colin and his sister gasped. "I hadn't even had a friend until I met Hagrid, someone you should not have sent to collect me for my first trip to Diagon Alley. You've kept me blind from a lot of truths the other non-magic born children learn during their orientation into the wizarding world that day.

"You don't seem to practice what you preach old man," he concluded in pity. "You've always said people have a choice of doing what is right over what is easy. And that you will always do the right thing. Well I say you are a lire."

Harry then gave one final glare before leading a very angry looking girl with him. If looks could kill, hers would have not only killed the old man but taken out the whole neighbourhood with him.

Albus couldn't believe it. Harry actually resented him. Maybe even hated him. But now he looks at it he realised he did choose the easy path and it made him wince as Colin just gave him a withering glance before following his sister and Harry to the kitchen where he could smell breakfast being cooked. Colin's parents probably just left them to deal with him knowing they could.

Albus sighed. He had thought Harry understood. However, the boy… no young man is correct. Maybe he should have taken care of Harry at the castle. He was sure Minerva would have helped with raising the boy. He sighed again. Minerva had hated the fact he left Harry with those horrid muggles and now it is too late to change much. All he can do is sit back and let Harry choose his own destination or his meddling could cause more harm than good.

Yes, that sounded like a safe bet. Let Harry choose his own path to walk and just be around if he has questions or needs guidance in any way. That way he can make it up to him little by little and someday he may have earned Harry's forgiveness. Though he is certain he'll never earn Harry's mums in this lifetime. Ah well, maybe in the next.

He shook his head sadly, as he turned and exited the door, quietly closing it behind him. He took a deep breath and a quick look around him before smiling sadly before he disappeared with a small pop. These are the beginnings of the consequences of his foolish actions. At least Harry's in a nice neighbourhood.

0oo00oo0

Bored crimson eyes glared from his high backed cushioned chair at the fat quivering mass in the corner of his small dark room as he twirled his wand around his long pale bony fingers. The expression he wore on his pale lips was indifferent and if you dared to look into his eyes, you would see he isn't completely home right now as he is concentrating deeply in his thoughts.

You see. Other than coming up with new ways to make the cowering bundle of flesh in the corner suffer (otherwise known as Wormtail or Peter) Voldemort was trying to come up with some other way to alleviate his growing boredom. He had shook off the thought of muggle-hunting as that lost its appeal years ago. It was just not fun because the muggles couldn't fight back.

Most of his Death Eaters loved muggle-hunting still, probably because they couldn't fight back as he realised quite a few of his followers are wimps. The only reason they had never fallen to the aurors is because of either greater numbers or the aurors just believing they must be powerful because they're the mighty Dark Lord's men, so they are too afraid to fight all out and loose their lives because of overestimation. It's quite pathetic, and boring.

He scoffed at the stupidity and cowardice of the ministry. If they didn't keep electing greedy little pricks into office, perhaps he wouldn't have such a foot hold over everybody and fights would last longer and be more entertaining. In addition, they would weed out all of his weak men and get rid of them for him. It would be doing him a favour.

Most of his Death Eaters are disgraces of wizards, and they suppose purebloods are superior. How are they supposed to prove that with the fucked up things they get up to in their spare time. Or the fact they cower before him and literally kiss his feet. He bet he could get them to kiss hiss ass if he ordered them too. He let out a soft chuckle as he realised he could get them to wipe his ass clean with their bare hands if he wanted them to touch him, which he certainly doesn't.

He arched an eyebrow when the door suddenly opened and in stalked the greasy haired Potions Professor, Severus Snape. Voldemort wondered whether Snape had heard of the invention known to all as shampoo. He internally shrugged. At least Snape isn't one of the many cowards he has to see. Even though the younger man of course fears him, at least he has the guts to betray him every single day and lie to his face.

Voldemort is very much aware that Severus is a traitor and is fully working for the Order of the Phoenix but doesn't much care. It makes things more interesting when your enemy knows what you're up to. In addition, Snape's company is much preferred to idiots like Lucius Malfoy whose head is so far up his own ass smelling those, 'flower scented' farts of his that all he does is complain about stuff Voldemort doesn't give a crap about.

In fact, truth be told he would rather the company of Dumbledore or Potter; at least they have the guts to stand up to him. Even if he does want the honour of killing the meddling fools. If he has to hear Lucius complaining about how Potter continually out shines his prat of a son one more time he's going to de-throne them with the removal of their tiny little knobs. If the Malfoy heir had any brains he would just stay well clear of Potter and the matter is closed, end of story. Though, Voldemort realised he isn't practicing what he thought, but didn't much care.

In truth, he wants Potter and Dumbledore to continue getting in his way. Being an evil villain would be awfully depressing without the heroes interfering with his plans, which is one reason why he keeps Severus around. Though the man does like to complain about Potter a little too much. Trying to compare the boy to his father, but even Voldemort can see Harry Potter and James Potter only share physical traits. Damn hatred can blind even the smartest of Wizards. Ah well, it's not his problem.

"What is it Severus?" he finally spoke in a bored hiss as he lazily looked down to where Snape now knelt in a respectful bow. "So you have any news on Potter or Dumbledore?" he asked hopefully. Maybe his boredom shall come to an end today for the time being.

Snape looked up, made eye contact, and only gave a small flinch but kept contact. "Not much My Lord. Potter is just being his normal troublesome self. As for Dumbledore, I have no news. However, I have news of the minister. He has been making some very questionable choices as of late."

"I see," he replied with a nod, a little unhappy that he couldn't go and have a much-needed battle with one of his favourite enemies. "Continue," he added gesturing his 'subordinate' to carry on with his report hoping that it would at least amuse him to hear what the idiot Minister is up to now.

"It seems Fudge is out of his mind, and is making some very harsh judgements in his denial of your return…" he began calmly to relay his report while Voldemort listened on in bemused amusement. Oh, this is good. The idiot has no-idea what he's getting him self into. Ah well, who cares, he'll just sit back and watch from afar for awhile and begin a new elaborate scheme to capture and kill Potter or Dumbledore.

To Be Continued…

AN: I hope you enjoyed this redone chapter, and reviews are appreciated. This is my first ever story and I had to redo it, as I was not happy with what I had. Thank you, and sorry for such long delays in updates, I hope to get you more ASAP.

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