'An Idle Mind Is The Devil's Playground'
By: Night Flame Miko
Contributed to by: Chocolate coated Blue
An:
Hello everyone! I'm so sorry this took so long! But considering the length between updates I have good news and bad news. The good news is that my exams are over and I should be free to update at my leisure (ie. More often). The bad news is I'm going to be in Greece for a two week holiday from next Thursday, so I won't be here nor near any internet to update.
I'm really very sorry.
In any case I also have a warning to give to my loyal followers:
Warning: This is going to be a slash. As in boy x boy.
Sorry this warning took so long, but I truthfully couldn't decide till the last chapter or so whether I wanted it to be that or just friendship. But considering I've gone pretty much as far as I can go with friendship, I'll take it a step further.
Unfortunately, there will be no lemons. This is just too light-hearted a fic for such heavy stuff. But there will probably be citrus. We will have to see.
Again, many apologies, and I hope this chapter makes up for the past month and next few weeks.
Disclaimer: We don't own anything.
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Harry glared mutinously.
He had just been kept back at the end of the potions lesson. And whilst this wasn't that unusual an occurrence, what was was the fact that this time it truly wasn't Harry's fault!
Seriously, because of his near impossible pass the last lesson, Harry had decided to pull out all the stops and attempt the impossible once again this lesson.
Of course Harry had forgotten that Dark Lords were all about holding grudges and petty revenge.
So since Harry had spent 3 whole days attempting to distract Volds during his important meetings, Voldemort decided that he was going to spend the whole lesson attempting to kill Harry.
After the fourth near miss, where Harry had listened to Voldies 'helpful advice' the consequences of which had actually caused Snape to pale and offer up a prayer to whatever Gods may be watching; Harry had realised what said Petty Lord was doing and refused to listen to him any more.
Of course the many near death situations during that one lesson did have the unexpected side-effect of causing Harry to concentrate more and actually put in all his effort into not dying. This had the unforeseen effect of causing him to create the potion perfectly, and once Snape had regained the ability to think beyond his imminent death he had asked (forcefully) for Harry to stay behind.
Harry had been so shocked that Snape had actually asked at all that before he knew it, the door had closed behind the last student and he was trapped with the glowering man, and he didn't know what the problem was. He hadn't killed everyone, and in fact had created the potion perfectly. Technically he should be able to leave scot-free.
Technically.
"Potter. What. Was. That."
Harry just blinked innocently up at the man before answering,
"What was what, sir? I simply created the potion, and did so perfectly, might I add." He smirked smugly at the end, deciding to ignore the tiny fact that it would have never happened if he hadn't nearly died brutally…4 times…again.
Snape looked disbelieving.
"Merely created the potion! You nearly killed everyone in this class in such a way that even the Dark Lord would have been proud of it!"
Off to the side, said Dark Lord smirked and nodded his head,
"Too right I would have, I practically created it myself. Of course it would be up to my standards."
Harry's glare returned and he moved it onto Voldemort,
"What the fuck! Seriously, I only distract you during you're little 'get togethers'! Why the crap were you trying to kill me! None of my little distractions were life threatening! Do you know what some of those mistakes would have done to me and everyone else! You are one sick bastard, you know that?!"
Voldemort's smirk only grew as he raised an eyebrow before drawling,
"I am a Dark Lord, you realise. I have a reputation to upkeep."
Harry's glare turned incredulous,
"But I'm the only one (other than Luna, and it's not like she would care) who would know about it!"
Voldemort didn't respond and neither did he look any less smug. Shaking his head, Harry was distracted when he remembered Snape standing off to the side, watching the one sided conversation with a raised eyebrow and blank look.
"Is..."
Snape paused, as if unsure to go on, before seemingly coming to a decision and finishing the sentence,
"Is my Lord here?"
Harry blinked before shrugging and turning to Voldemort and asking in a loud whisper,
"Are you here?"
Riddle looked at him blankly for a second before stating calmly and with little inflection,
"Yes I am, you idiot."
Harry nodded,
"That's okay then."
Turning to Snape he nodded again,
"Yeah, he is. Though he called you an idiot."
Snape blanched imperceptibly and Harry grinned as Voldemort ground his teeth, eyes narrowed.
"I was calling you the idiot, Potter."
Harry nodded happily,
"I know, but I figured I'd purposely misinterpret it and then relay the message."
Snape looked confused for a second having only gotten part of the conversation, before he seemingly figure it out (he wasn't called a genius in some circles for nothing) and glared avada-kedavra coloured arrows into Harry.
"How did this come about, Potter?"
Harry shrugged again, getting bored and wondering if he had only been asked to remain so as to undergo an interrogation,
"I dunno. Something about the bond between me and Volds" Snape flinched slightly at Harry's brutalising the Dark Lords name, "mind bond strengthening into something more the longer we corresponded."
Snape blinked, ran the sentence through his mind again, and decided that 'yes, he had heard that right'.
"Corresponded?!"
Harry blinked again before realising what he said and smiling sheepishly,
"Yeah, I got bored over the summer, and since I couldn't mail friends I decided to mail enemies…"
He shrugged again, looking completely unaffected by the look of disbelief/horror crossing Snape's face. In fact he seemed more curious about the look than anything.
"Why do you care, sir? I was under the impression you had purposely screwed up my mind barriers to let Voldie into my head whenever he wanted? Surely me becoming chummy with the Dark Lord is perfect for you?"
Snape had started spluttering half-way through Harry's little spiel, so much so that Harry almost missed the growled 'chummy' from Voldemort. Harry simply grinned at Voldemort before turning back to Snape,
"If that's all, sir. I would appreciate being allowed to leave now, I've got to go get ready for my next lesson."
Snape nodded mutely, not saying anything till the door was almost closed behind Harry and all said Boy-Who-Lived heard was a muttered, "Is that boy insane?!"
Which Harry dutifully ignored and trotted off to his next lesson, the Dark Lord moving next to him.
Voldemort said nothing and Harry assumed he was getting the silent treatment for the 'chummy' comment. Grinning internally Harry moved through the passages and hallyways with practiced ease.
Break had just started and there were quite a few students milling about in the varius hall/passage ways. For Harry, there was nothing different about this year than any other and he ignored all the looks he was getting with ease, but whilst he was completely oblivious to all the looks he was receiving, and the type of looks the majority of the school population were giving him, Voldemort was not.
Harry seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he was now 17 and that he had grown up to be a very fine looking young man. No one else was as oblivious to his looks as he was, and if it weren't for his celebrity status he might have been more conscientious of the muffled giggles and looks sent his way by the various hordes of girls (and a few males) on the short journey.
Considering this, Harry was once again taken completely by surprise when he passed yet another horde of giggling girls and that crippling jealously which Voldemort had valiantly been holding back finally pushed through.
Grimacing Harry refused to collapse this time, despite the pain of the conflicting emotions; and glancing at the Dark Lord he determined where Riddle was sending his death glares and turned to look at Cho Chang, who was in amongst a cluster of her friends.
His grimace growing Harry pushed off, the bond pulling Voldemort along behind him as he moved away, and as the distance grew so too did Riddle manage to reign in his emotions until he was walking calmly next to Harry as if nothing had happened.
Harry was having none of that. The time for questions was now.
"What the fuck! You can't have something for Cho too! You –bleeping- killed her old boyfriend! You are one sick fuck, you know that!"
Harry was pissed off now, and it was a good thing that he had navigated himself through a more deserted part of the castle or else everyone would think he was hearing things in the walls…again. And there would be mass panic and hysteria throughout the castle…again.
Voldemorts anger came back, and Harry knew that if Riddle wasn't in his Ghost form right now, he would be attempting to end Harry in a very painful way right now…again.
"I want nothing from that pitiful, despicable little girl! Do not assume you know everything just from the bare few facts!"
Harry glared harder, moving faster through the hallways, as if attempting to exhaust his anger by increasing his speed,
"Then give me more facts you bastard! You can't just leave it at that! What the fuck is your problem, who the hell are you getting all jealous and possessive over! I mean if it aint the girls, then the only other person it could be would be-!"
Harry stopped abruptly, seemingly realising something; and turning to Voldemort slowly his voice came out in barely a whisper as he finished,
"…would be…me."
Waiting for the denial, when none came Harry did the only thing he deemed feasibly possible in that kind of a situation and promptly fainted. More than happy in letting simple darkness over take him.
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An:
Soo…what'd you think? It getting any interesting yet?
The top Authors Note is pretty important, so please read it now.
Thank you for reading and the review, and I know that it was cause I wasn't updating for ages in the last one but I got 150 reviews for one chapter! Woohoo! Another goal reached!
Thank you to all those of you who reviewed. I love you all. Also I'm sorry, but it's reached the point where answering all the reviews I get is becoming unfeasible, so I'll answer the long ones or the ones that ask questions.
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