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"After school, you seemed to disappear for a decade or so. When you reappeared, no one recognised you as the student you were. You were Lord Voldemort, with an army of loyal followers called Death Eaters, the world was in such a terror that no one even dared to speak your name."
Harry stopped and Tom smiled. He had done it, the world had been his for the taking, he must have been so powerful. Then something accured to Tom.
"But something happened, didn't it?"
Harry nodded and continued.
"There was always a resistance. I don't mean the ministry either."
Harry snorted, giving Tom the impression that he didn't think much of the Ministry of Magic.
"The Order of the Phoenix was the main, reliable resistance. This place," Harry gestured, "Is the current Order of the Phoenix safe house."
Tom nodded.
"Did I know of this resistance?" He asked carefully.
Harry nodded and continued with the story.
"You found out about a prophecy from a-" Tom saw Harrys distaste and how he spat out the next four words. "-spy, named Serverus Snape. The prophecy stated that you would be defeated by someone whose parents had defied you three times and that was born at the end of July. That's all the spy heard, anyway. So you tracked down who you thought to be the person the prophecy refered to."
Harry swallowed, giving away his nervousness.
"You thought it was me."
There was an echoing silence. Tom took this new infomation in. He had thought Harry was the threat? Yet Harry sat in front of him, very much alive? What had happened? What had gone wrong? Harry continued, his voice considerably resistriced.
"You forced your way into the house, dueled and killed my father. You killed my mother, while she tried to protect me and then you, tried, to kill me too."
There was a pause.
"I obviously didn't succeed."
"The spell rebounded. You were left almost dead. I was left with a scar and no family."
Tom took note of the lightning bolt shaped scar on the boys forehead.
"Ten years later you found a weak person called Quirrel. You possed him and attempted to steal the Philosphers Stone from Hogwarts. Near the end of the year you almost succeeded, but I stopped you. That was in my first year at Hogwarts."
Tom was, addmittedly, impressed. A mere first grader and Harry had beaten him. Tom wondered how, and how the first killing spell had rebounded, and what had happened to Harry during those ten years.
"The next year, you possed a girl called Ginny Weasley and reopened the Chamber of Secrets. At first you attacked some muggle-borns, only petrifying them, but then you concentrated your efforts on me. You didn't succeed. I managed to kill the basilisk and stab the diary you were using to possess Ginny."
Tom's eyebrows raised.
"You killed the basilisk?"
Harry nodded as Tom let him see how impressed he was. Harry then continued on.
"Towards the end of the next year, you regained one of your most faithful Death Eaters. The next year was the Tri-Wizard Tornament. You used it to transport me to a graveyard so you could complete a ritural to gain a body. You gained a body, alerted your Death Eaters to your come back, but when you dueled me to kill me, I managed to get away and back to Hogwarts. The year after, the order of the Phoenix regained it's numbers and the Ministry denied your come back. Until, while attempting to steal the prophecy from the Department of Mystries, you appeared inside the Ministry it's self to try and kill me. Dumbledore stopped you."
Tom snorted before he could help himself. That old fool was still alive? He should have been murdered years ago!
"The next year you enlisted Draco Malfoy as a Death Eater, with his first assignment as killing Dumbledore."
Tom noticed that each time Harry mention Dumbledore, his eyes gave way to sadness.
"Draco tried several times, and failed. His final attempt, that had been his original idea, finally worked. He managed to get Death Eaters staright into the school. A battle broke out between the Order of the Phoenix (who had been patrolling that night) and the Death Eaters. Draco cornered dumbledore on top of a tower and disarmed him. Draco tried to kill him, but just, couldn't. Dumbledore offered Draco a place on the 'light' side. Then some Death Eaters came up onto the tower top. After a moment Snape-" Harry spat out the name again. "-came up too. he killed Dumbledore and ran off with Draco."
Tom smirked.
"Finally, that old fool is dead and done with."
"Don't call him that!" Harry snapped.
Tom was slightly taken aback, but hid it.
"Call him what? An old fool? Why shouldn't I call him what he is?"
"Don't."
Harry's voice was now deadly serious, which wasn't what Tom had been expecting. He pushed futher to find out a bit more.
"He was an old, meddling fool that didn't realise that not everything and everyone could be saved and 'fixed' with a bloody hug."
Suddenly, Harry was standing and Tom was having trouble holding his glare.
"Don't say another word about Albus Dumbledore." He said in his deadly serious tone.
Tom calmly stood and, still holding his stare, just as calmly stated.
"He was a stupid, loving fool."
Just as Harry lunged at Tom, one hand a fist, the other with a firm grip on his wand, Hermione walked in with Remus.
"Harry!" They both shouted out before Remus grabbed Harry and pushed him towards the couch and Hermione cast a light spell to push Tom back down into the other couch.
"What, is going on here?" Remus demanded as he took a seat near Harry.
"I told him the facts." Muttered Harry and he stood up to walk away.
This minute or two had given Tom enough time to think properly. What he had just seen in Harry had been such, such, such power. Tom knew he had to have someone this strong as a 'friend'. As Harry walked away, Tom turned to face him.
"I'm sorry for insulting Dumbledore. I shouldn't have said it, I know."
Harry didn't break stride, but Tom knew he heard him. This was certainly going to be interesting.
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