'An Idle Mind Is The Devil's Playground'
By: Night Flame Miko
Contributed to by: Chocolate coated Blue
An: Here is next chapter. Hehe. I'm actually really enjoying writing this story, and I really have nothing better to do so here it is. Enjoy. Thank you to all those who reviewed, they are truly appreciated, me and Chocolate coated Blue love hearing from you :D
Sorry people, we had to have a serious chapter sometime. I guess this is it. Hope you like it anyways.
Disclaimer: We don't own these characters
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Harry had waited a couple of days before replying this time.
It wasn't because he was trying not to seem eager. No. It was simply because he didn't know what to do. Voldemort wanted to know what was going on with his family. There was no way he could tell him. I mean they were arch-enemies right? How could he tell someone like that information that he hadn't even truly told his friends? Despite the consequences, he knew he couldn't put it off much longer, he could feel the anger getting slowly stronger through their link, and if he could feel it that must mean Voldemort was already pretty pissed off as it was.
Sighing he resigned himself to his fate and plodded over to the chair, picking up quill and parchment he smiled wanly at Hedwig when she gave a concerned hoot. It was the best he could give considering the circumstances.
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Voldemort was angry.
That was all there was to it. He had waited for 3 days, 3 fucking days! And still there was no reply. The brat didn't think he could just ignore a Dark Lord, did he? Oh no. If a reply didn't come by today then Voldemort was going to do something that the brat would regret. Big time.
He had just finished holding a Death-Eater meeting, the door closing behind the last of his minions when the familiar white owl swooped in a open window (who keeps leaving those bloody things open, anyway?!) and landed on his chair, leg sticking out.
Glaring at it as if it was the owls fault the master had taken so long in replying he pulled off the letter, sitting down he began to read, his forgotten anger returning as he read the relatively short reply.
To My Stalker Dark Lord,
So I was right, eh? You already know where I am, and, apparently know that I am being guarded. Not that they don't stick out like a sore thumb. Psh. Idiots.
….Anyways. Why d'you want to know so bad about my relatives? To tell the truth, I don't think I will tell you. I mean we're enemies right? (It's the reason I'm writing you in the first place) Why would I tell you something like that when I haven't even told my friends? Never mind that you would (knowing you) probably taunt me 'bout the info every time we meet.
So sorry, but that would be the equivalent of digging my own emotional grave.
I'm sure you can find out other ways, but it wont be from me.
From,
Harry Potter
p.s. remember not to harm the owl, unless you don't mind loosing your magic.
Voldemort sneered at the letter in his hands. So the brat thought he could hide anything from him, did he? Well, Voldemort didn't need the brat to tell him. That had been a formality, a way for Potter to avoid some pain. Looks like he would have to get the information himself.
A scary smile slowly formed on Voldemorts face. Oh, he was going to enjoy this.
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Harry sat on his bed, wringing his hands.
He didn't know what to expect, probably a scathing letter with a really, really bad dark-hex on it. Or he was going to die. Actually thinking about it, the two would probably be connected. Sighing he slumped on his bed, his legs hanging off the edge, tapping an agitated pattern onto the floor.
It's funny. But whatever he was expecting, he wasn't ready for what actually happened. One second he was lying on the bed, anxiously waiting for something to happen; the next he was clutching his forehead muffling his screams as Voldemort attacked his mind through their link.
Ploughing through Harry's meagre barriers he started riffling through his memories, of course the Dark Lord wasn't gentle, ripping through Harry's mind, searching and finding what he was looking for. He pulled up memories of the cupboard, the beatings before Harry could control his accidental magic, the starvation, the names. Everything. Nothing was hidden before the Dark Lord's searching gaze, absently Harry realised he was muffling screams in his pillow, having twisted over, wet spots were forming where his face was, he realised he was crying, but there was nothing he could do. This was worse than anything Snape had ever done, possibly even worse than the cruciatus, but that could have just been his hate of legilimency talking.
Finally it was over, and almost hesitantly the Dark Lord left Harry's mind. Leaving the sprawled body of the Wizarding World's Saviour on his bed, throat sore from his screaming and mind flinching from the refreshed memories. It felt like years later, but eventually he found the energy to pull himself up, noticing vaguely that Hedwig had come back sometime during his fit and was watching him worriedly.
Dragging himself to the table, Harry wrote a few letters onto a blank parchment he attached it to Hedwig, he sent it off without a word; feeling strangely numb to everything, collapsing into the chair in front of his desk he laid his head on the wood and fell into a mentally exhausted sleep, his mind plagued with old nightmares.
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Voldemort was relatively unsurprised when he saw the letter, he had expected an angry letter from the boy (Harry, or at least Potter he told himself, that fat muggle called the brat 'boy' and he would not emulate a muggle). Opening the letter, Voldemort read the few words and, perhaps for the first time, felt a tinge of regret.
Riddle,
I hope you're happy. I now despise you as much as you do me.
From,
Potter
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An: There we go. Sorry, but we had to have a serious chapter eventually, and it's always these kind of arguments that get a vague friendship started :P Just hang on for the next one.
