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Chapter three: a new way of life

Harry woke early and was pleased to find the hearth was still burning, although he knew the room would come to resemble a sauna once the hot sun of July would rise to the skies. He couldn't be bothered, and hoped that Voldemort would die of a heat stroke while he wasn't in the room. That would make him not personally responsible at least.

~You humans all sleep for such long times.~ the snake hissed disdainfully. ~One would think you to be starting hibernation every night.

~Well, we don't need to hibernate, perhaps we sleep long nights to make up for that,~ Harry joked, and he got the idea that she was grinning.

~I think I like you, human of my master,~ she hissed, slithering closer to put her head on his lap. The blanket was still around his shoulders, but he had sat up now and reached out his hand to place it atop her head, caressing her slowly when she made no objections.

He wisely decided not to comment on her statement, instead concentrating on how the scales felt under his fingers. After the incident with the Basilisk and the connection of snakes to Slytherins and Voldemort, he had lost some of his fondness for the animals, but before that he'd always quite liked them. Although he had never seen a real snake until the zoo when he was eleven, Harry had always admired their forms and the way they moved as he'd seen in books and some movies. He wondered now why he hadn't been able to understand the snake's hissing on there, and wondered if it had something to do with the cameras, but in the end he shrugged it off, having no good explanation for it.

~Nagini? I was wondering… Are those potions enough to feed him? Doesn't he need human food as well?~

~Wormtail sometimes fed him human food,~ the snake replied, seeming to hesitate. ~But he ate a few days ago, so he wouldn't need more yet, would he?~

~What do you mean?~ Harry asked, confused. ~If he eats, then he'd need food every day.~

She gave him a strange look, which Harry could only interpret as bewildered. ~Every day?~ she hissed. ~But that's absurd! Doesn't everyone eat once every week?~

Finally understanding the problem and miscommunication, Harry quickly informed her: ~Snakes, maybe, but he's still part human… I think. And humans usually eat every day, most even twice or thrice a day.~

Her look of horror threw him off, and with a loud sound she slid up to the bundle of blankets in the chair, her hisses desperate. ~I didn't know, oh master, I didn't know. Forgive me~ She turned towards Harry, who sat frozen on the rug, not knowing what to do with the snake's emotional outburst. ~Make him food human! What if this is why he is so fragile? So weak...~ She curled up around Voldemort protectively, pushing her snout against the man. A tiny fist rose from the bundle and unclenched so Harry could count five abnormally long, incredibly thin and bony fingers before they were placed on Nagini's head.

Harry scrambled up and took the bowl he'd prepared yesterday, running to the kitchen to reheat it. Nagini's mothering behaviour started to get on his nerves. Not that he was irritated at it or angry, but it made him frightened because of how unpredictable she could be. He poured the porridge in a semi-clean pot and heated it until it was just warm, not so hot that it would burn Voldemort. What he didn't all do to keep the man healthy… or to make him healthy, rather. Speaking of health, he would most likely also need some vitamins, so Harry carefully diced an apple and took it upstairs as well, Nagini still curled tightly around the other.

He approached the chair and kneeled in front of it, pulling the blanket away with shaking hands until that face was once more revealed, reminding Harry of his first year, when he'd first seen it on the back of Quirrel's head, demanding for Harry to be killed. Their roles had changed a great deal now. Harry scooped up some of the food and pushed it against Voldemort's mouth, suddenly remembering that the man couldn't swallow on his own. Once again, Harry repeated the actions of when he'd given Voldemort the potion and massaged the throat until the food went down before he pushed another spoon of porridge against the lipless opening. It took a long time, as Harry constantly had to put the bowl away and make sure the man wouldn't choke. For once, he was glad that Voldemort wasn't really a baby… He didn't know how he would be able to handle it if the food would be spat out again.

~Some time after Wormtail fed him, he always brought master to some strange little open chair with water in it,~ Nagini helpfully threw in. On Harry's strange look, she continued: ~He called it a... toilet, I believe.~

Mentally, Harry groaned. Great, just what he needed. Bring the evil Dark Lord to the toilet. He was surprised that she hadn't told him yesterday after the potion, but maybe all of it was kept in his system. He felt miserable only at the thought, yet knew he would just have to get it over with. Harry left the porridge for what it was, realising that Voldemort, in his small body, would never be able to eat the whole bowl, and started to feed him pieces of apple, hoping they were small enough. To his surprise, the man made a chewing motion, and it was only then that Harry noticed he had some stumps of teeth in his mouth. He retracted his fingers quickly, trying to push in one diced piece at a time and retreating before the mouth would come into contact with his own finger. Nagini watched each and every one of his actions like a hawk. Harry got the feeling that it were not Voldemort's teeth that he should be afraid of, should he make a wrong movement.

Halfway through the apple, Voldemort suddenly turned his head away and snuggled into the blankets once again, obviously having had enough. To Harry's dismay, the process had taken so long that the fireplace had gone out again, and he knew he'd need at least two of the four remaining matches to light it anew.

~Nagini, have you seen more of these in the house?~ he asked, showing her the matches. She cocked her head, gazing at them, before shaking her head slowly.

~Wormtail had a few boxes, but burnt nearly all of those sticks up when my master instructed him how to use them. He dropped most and nearly burnt the house down.~

Harry nearly choked with laughter when realising that Voldemort had had to teach Wormtail how to use a Muggle tool, and he could almost picture the man's frustration and the rat's fear as he burnt up yet another match. His mirth died when he realised that he really would need to venture into the village in that case, deciding he might as well shop for some food he liked. ~I'll need to go to the village… you'll watch over him?~

~Of course. Don't forget to bring him to the toilet. As he didn't feed for some days he hasn't needed to go there yet but he will soon.~

"Yes, yes," Harry muttered, in English now to hide his tone. ~It will most likely take a while for him to digest the food, so I'll go to the kitchen to see what other supplies we need,~ he told her. ~I don't want to go there too often. It's a small village and they might be wary of strangers.~

On her hissed approval, he hurried downstairs, the first thing on his list being to wash his hands. While Voldemort wasn't slimy, the mere thought at having been so close to that mouth made him feel nauseous. Having found paper and a stump of pencil, he wrote down everything he could think of that he might need, and thoughtfully added 'rope' to his list. He might need to restrain Voldemort's hands just in case he could do wandless magic… He also made a mental note to search for the wand later.

The teen poured the rest of the porridge down the drain, not feeling like eating the same thing as the Dark Lord, making himself a sandwich with cheese instead, scrunching his nose when he had to cut some mouldy parts away to reach the still fresh substance. Another inspection of the cabinets by daylight made him sigh, brown spots he hadn't noticed before covering leaves and stems of some of the vegetables. After a second cleaning, he was left with very little indeed, and he just hoped that the broccoli he'd made himself yesterday had still been fresh. It had tasted well enough…

At long last, he heaved himself up from his chair to get the most unpleasant task of the day out of the way. Much slower than before, he walked up the stairs, on a second thought first searching for the toilet himself, because he sure as hell wouldn't use it right after Voldemort. It smelled gross, and it was clear that Wormtail's forte wasn't hygiene, so Harry first spent a while cleaning the bowl and the floor to make it look a tad more decent. Checking the cupboards, he was relieved to find at least more toilet paper here, though he didn't look forward to having to use it. After doing his own business, Harry zipped up his fly and went to the fireplace room. He didn't really know what else to call it. The study was the room next to it, and it wasn't a bedroom either, more a smaller living room than the one downstairs, where everything was still covered in white sheets, a room Harry had mostly avoided till now.

A rattling sound on the ground floor made him walk to the stairs and peek down, surprised when a key turned in the lock and the door opened. He hid slightly behind the corner of the wall as an old man entered, shouting: "Come on boys, it's been funny enough. I saw the fire upstairs yesterday, you've had your fun. Think you can fool old Frank eh? Little pieces of…" the man muttered the rest to himself, small eyes spying around. "Come out, or do I need to get you?"

Deciding that it would be best if he would face the man instead of Nagini, Harry stepped forwards, walking slowly down the stairs. "Excuse me, sir, I think there must be a misunderstanding."

The old man abruptly looked up. "You're not one of the village boys," he concluded, narrowing his eyes even more. "This is private property boy, didn't you know that?"

"I am a… servant of the man whom this house belongs to now," he spoke, hoping he wasn't talking too much bullshit. As it was the house of the Riddles, it would probably legally belong to Voldemort now… right? "I was not aware of that there was anyone looking after the house. We arrived a few days ago…"

"Yeah I saw. Fire in that room a while back as well, two nights in a row. Saw some short man scurrying around… I'm not sure why I didn't say anything of it…" he spoke, looking suddenly confused. Harry thought the man was very fortunate. It sounded as if Wormtail had Obliviated him instead of having brought him to Voldemort. "Anyways, no fire for a few nights after so I thought he'd left. And now I find you here?"

"As I already said, this house belongs to my master," he repeated.

"Yeah yeah, and what's your master's name then hm?" Frank replied, obviously not believing him. Harry cursed his inability to use magic now. Not that he had ever practised forgetfulness spells, but he at least knew the incantation…

"Tom Marvolo Riddle ," he finally spoke. "Junior." Frank paled for a moment, and Harry hoped that he hadn't ever met him before.

"I didn't know the old Tom Riddle had a son," Frank whispered. "Middle name Marvolo you say? So the rumours were true then, of him running away with that girl… Merry-something… Her father's name was Marvolo."

"You knew them?"

"I've served the Riddle family for quite some time… everyone thought I killed them too, but I swear to you that's not true!"

"I believe you," Harry hastened to say. "Anyways… He's returned to the house of his father now so… I don't know for how long he plans on staying. He fell rather ill so that's why we haven't made the house more liveable yet,"

"Can I speak to him?"

"I'm afraid it's contagious," Harry spoke with a straight face. "Serpentitis. I've already had it a few years back so I can't get it again. Nasty disease, that. It's also why his other servant isn't here anymore. He hadn't had it so he was replaced by me. I'm one of the few who can come near him now."

"Never heard of that disease," Frank muttered. "You sure it's real?"

"Very real. Very serious too," Harry said, nodding feverously. "Skin loses all colour. Completely chalk-white, and the voice goes very high and hissy. Please don't spread word in the village though. They might think they could get it from me, and I still need to go grocery-shopping. They couldn't, of course," he added quickly as Frank took a step back. "But you know what some village-people are like…"

"Oh yes, I know. Pieces of narrow-minded bigots," Frank answered, nodding, as if he himself didn't belong to the category of small village inhabitants.

"I'm glad we understand each other. I need to go attend to my master now. Can his return stay between the two of us for now?"

"Absolutely. Don't want no people to come snooping eh? Blasted kids. How old are you anyways?"

"Just became eighteen," Harry lied. "I know I look younger… after-effects of the Serpentatitis, it stunts the growth." Frank grunted, saying something akin to 'good luck with that' on a grumpy tone, before he turned around again, dragging one leg slightly behind him. Harry made a mental note to aim for that leg if anything would go wrong and Frank wouldn't keep his word. He hurried up the stairs, hoping it hadn't been so long that he needed to clean a blanket rather than carry Voldemort to the toilet.

~Who was that?" Nagini immediately hissed, having heard the voices.

~Some Muggle,~ Harry muttered. ~I convinced him that we're here legally.

~I could have eaten him,~ she 'helpfully' provided.

~Would be suspicious if he suddenly went missing,~ he answered, before going to Voldemort and picking the bundle up. ~Now, after... finishing up and returning him, I will go to the village.~

~You do that,~ she replied, slightly uninterested.

Taking a few calming breaths, Harry walked through the corridor towards the toilet, knowing for certain that he never, ever wanted children if it meant having such helpless creatures to look after for which you had to do everything. Banning from his thoughts that this was Voldemort in his hands, he tried to think as practically as possible. As the toilet was too large, he had to keep holding the man as he did his job, and for the sake of privacy to make things easier for both of them, he held Voldemort above the bowl facing the wrong way. Even so, he looked away, wondering for which of them this was more humiliating.

When he heard nothing else streaming or falling down the bowl, he moved Voldemort towards the blanket again, which he'd spread over his knees, and put him down on his belly, taking some toilet paper to clean the other's back. He only dared to breathe in again when everything was gone and flushed down, and he hurried to cover up the naked body again, his heart thudding loudly in his throat from embarrassment. He sincerely hoped that Voldemort was far too ill to remember any of this afterwards. With Nagini out of sight, he held the embryonic body as far away from him as possible as he brought him back to the fireplace room, only reluctantly holding him closer as he stepped over the threshold and walked towards the couch to lay him down.

Harry mumbled something towards Nagini before fleeing again, impatient to be out of the house for a moment. On the way to the village, he tried to memorise his grocery list just to replace the images of before for a while. He couldn't say that he succeeded very well.

Little Hangleton was just like any other small country-village he'd seen before. However, even though it was sunny, there seemed to hang something dull and grey over it. There were very few people, and as the village only consisted of a couple of streets and some larger houses around it, it gave a very empty feeling. There was no jingling bell announcing his presence as he walked into the small supermarket, located at the only plaza in town, or any other sound that would notify the shopkeeper. Looking around, Harry saw absolutely no-one, and decided to just try to find what he needed and hope an employee would enter when he wanted to pay. It wasn't long before he was done, although he noticed that they didn't have some of the items he'd wanted. He at least had his matches and rope now, and enough food to last for a while.

He sauntered to the counter, leaning over it to look at an open door to see if anyone was there. An annoyed face looked back, pink bubblegum being sucked into the mouth of a girl as she got up and placed her magazine away. "Hey," she said, a hello that was almost on the same level of friendliness as his Uncle's morning greetings. At least those held some other emotions than boredom, even if usually negative ones.

"I'd like to pay," Harry answered, holding up his bag.

"Never seen you 'round," she said, chewing her gum while talking. Harry tried his best not to look at her mouth.

"Won't stay long either. Visiting… family," he said.

"What place?"

"One of those large houses…" he answered uncomfortably, waving to the outside door as she checked all of his items, the scanner in her hand giving a dull bleep with each one. He nervously shifted to his other leg, counting the money needed and handing it to her.

"That's not very specific."

"Well I don't know the name of the house and they don't exactly have street names do they?" he snapped, getting enough of her nosiness. She raised both eyebrows, never ceasing her chewing.

"Aren't you a nice bloke," she stated. "Here you got your veggies. Now run along, I got better things to do."

Sure you do, he thought to himself, glancing at the magazine she'd left on the chair just behind that door. He looked away, embarrassed when seeing it was some girl equivalent of a Play Boy, magazines he'd found in Dudley's room when hunting for some stuff his cousin had stolen. Oddly enough, they'd never done anything for him. Perhaps he wasn't such a porn-type. He sighed when he stepped out in the daylight again, and decided that walking around for a bit wouldn't hurt. He was here now anyways, and the village seemed far too Muggle to have magicians living here. After having walked a single street and reaching the town's square with its pathetic fountain, which really just was one beam of water shooting a couple of feet in the air as lethargically as a fountain could possibly muster, he decided that even a room with Voldemort was better than this crap. At least that made him feel something instead of emptiness all around.

Swinging the bag over his shoulder, Harry went back to the accursed manor, his steps feeling as if he was wearing leaden shoes. Hardly a day had passed, and Nagini thought it would last a week… how would he ever survive? Perhaps he should send the Dursleys a letter anyways…

He suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes going wide with fear when thinking of letters. Hedwig… he'd completely forgotten Hedwig. Uncle Vernon would most likely not feed his owl, and would certainly not let her fly to hunt. A knot developed in his stomach and he considered calling the Knight Bus again, but he honestly didn't want Stan and Ernie to remember having him constantly on their bus going back and forth to here. It might be best if they forgot the name of this village altogether. He struggled with his conscience. Hedwig or Voldemort…? Or rather, Hedwig or the rest of the world? He could, of course, just go and tell the Aurors Voldemort's location. That somehow didn't sit well with him.

Hedwig or his pride then…

He groaned, walking along, feeling miserable as he emptied the grocery-bags. He couldn't just let her starve… and he could also not return and come back here without arousing even more suspicion as he already had. In the end, he took a pencil and paper and wrote the Dursleys a short note.

Dear Aunt and Uncle,

As you might or might not have noticed, I left the house yesterday. I had some business to attend to, business which is going to take longer than I thought. I will be gone for at least a week, maybe longer. Could you please release Hedwig from her cage? Just tell her to seek me out, she'll find me and then you can sleep better again as well without her making noise. I promise I'll re-do the whole garden and clean the house once I'm back to make up for it.

Harry

He sighed, hating having to sound so… begging. At least Vernon would be glad to be rid of Hedwig, so that heightened his chances to get her free. He wanted to return to the village to go to the post office and buy some stamps when he suddenly remembered it was a Saturday afternoon and any post would likely not be delivered anymore until Monday. He'd been very lucky for the supermarket to be open at least, but it being weekend did explain why the village had been so quiet. He didn't know how religious people were here, but it was around half past twelve now, so some might even be in the church that was built on the next hill.

He briefly entertained the thought of scaring the crap out of all of those Muggles to run into the church with Voldemort in his arms, asking to have him baptised. He laughed out loud at the image, and thought that it was far more likely to get an exorcism for the both of them. Still, the picture in his head was an amusing one. Maybe he'd do it on the last day here… Or maybe not, considering Voldemort would be his usual self then.

Not that Harry really knew how Voldemort 'usually' was, as he'd only seen him for less than half an hour and had some other flashes of his dreams, but he had a vague idea in his head of a raving, snarky madman, and settled on that it would be best to stick to that image to make what he had to do easier. He didn't have a clue what he'd do if Voldemort turned out to be like Tom Riddle had been: persuasive, charming and sophisticated. –wait, charming should not have been in there.-

With a growl, Harry got up, chopping away at some vegetables, imagining them to be Voldemort's head, the Basilisk and Dementors all in one, until he was exhausted. Having calmed slightly down, Harry took all the chopped bits, put them in a bag and placed them in the fridge for further use. Next, he unloaded all other items he'd bought to bring with him upstairs, then remembered Voldemort's wand all of a sudden.

Going to the most logical room, he entered the study, hoping he would find it here. If it was hidden somewhere in the fireplace room, it would give a lot more trouble and he'd have to wait until Nagini had gone out to hunt again. As she apparently could live a week on some game, the chances of that happening anytime soon were rather small. He went through drawers and cupboards, unfortunately only finding a lot of cobwebs, dust and spiders clinging to old books and yellowed paper. The desk didn't hold a whole lot more, although Harry found an ink supply, pens and slightly more usable paper. On top of the desk stood some empty vials and the stored potions plus ingredients, which reminded him of that he had to start brewing new ones soon, and that he shouldn't forget to give Voldemort his daily potion.

Finally, he had to give up on his search, wand nowhere in sight. As the kitchen, fireplace room and toilet seemed to be the only other used rooms, the one which most likely held the wand wasn't hard to guess unless it was hidden in the toilet brush. Just to have something to do, he looked at the potion formula, glad to see that it wasn't all that hard to make and didn't take long either. Even with his 'skills' he wouldn't be able to botch it up. Just to be sure, he planned on making some while the emergency supply wasn't gone yet. It was too late to do so now, as he didn't plan on having to finish brewing some potion in the middle of the night, but he did want to start it tomorrow. There were still three potions left, so that would be plenty. Taking one, he went into the next room, not very surprised to find Nagini curled up around Voldemort again.

~I need to give him his potion,~ he commented when the snake looked up, disturbed. She uncurled herself from the small body, though she remained on the couch, watching his every move.

~You take good care of master,~ she suddenly spoke. ~A lot better than the other one.~

Harry blinked, not knowing how to react on that. ~Thanks. I guess,~ he awkwardly said, kneeling in front of Voldemort again, finding it odd how used he'd become to seeing the face already. Well, better the face than the arse… Banning such evil thoughts from his mind again, he put the vial against the man's lips and tipped it backwards, supporting the head. He just wanted to put his fingers on the small throat when Voldemort swallowed by himself, making Harry freeze for a moment. Red eyes opened, and his breath caught in his throat, somehow hoping that the eyes that would meet his weren't bright yet.

To his relief, they were still glazy and unfocused, the mouth opening slightly. ~Nagini...~ it rasped. ~Where is… Nagini…~

~I'm here master,~ the snake spoke affectionately, flicking the tip of her tail in front of Voldemort's nose, the gesture reminding Harry of a parent waving his hand in front of the face of a baby. A weak hand tried to grab it, but fell back. Harry, feeling a twinge of pity for Voldemort, took the hand and guided it to the tip of the tail, smiling slightly as Voldemort grabbed it firmly.

~Who… who are…~

~He's one of your servants master,~ Nagini spoke happily. ~I did not know that you had any speakers amongst your followers. He's one of those Blacks…~

The face became wrinkled, and Harry noticed with growing dread that he was frowning. ~Black?~ he muttered, before his face cleared up. ~Regulus?~ Having no idea who the hell Regulus was, Harry kept silent to let the man reach his own conclusions. ~I thought you had betrayed me, Regulus…~ the man whispered, and to Harry's surprise, the slit twisted itself into a small but decidedly happy smile. ~I am glad…~ he never finished his sentence, as he started coughing violently, and Harry, alarmed, made him sit upright and softly slapped the back, slightly afraid it would break if he did it too harshly. He knew better than anyone that hands could be just as effective a weapon as anything else…

At long last, Voldemort calmed down. Harry, not knowing what else he could do, just wrapped him in his blanket again. The man closed his eyes again, but not before whispering ~My Regulus,~ something on which Harry didn't know what to say. The whole tone was so… off, that he couldn't quite place it. He waited until the wheezing breaths slowed down and Voldemort's face completely relaxed. One of his hands was still wrapped around the end of the snake's tail.

~You're not Regulus Black,~ Nagini told him, her tongue flicking out lazily.

~No I'm not, but he sounded so… happy when calling me that, that I just thought I'd let him,~ Harry said.

~Did you know Regulus?~

~No,~ he answered again, getting a hunch of that Nagini knew quite a lot about the guy. He didn't dare to try and bluff his way out of it.

~Hmm... he died years and years ago… before master's first death. I never met him as I wasn't born yet, but master often speaks of Regulus Black…~

~He said something about betrayal?~

~I do not know why my master is still so fond of him, ~ she said unhappily. ~He did terrible things...~ the snake went on, her head shaking slightly. ~And still he prefers to speak about all the good times they had together, of all the things master taught Regulus, and all the places they went together. ~

~He was Voldemort's apprentice then?~ Harry said carelessly, and Nagini suddenly froze and stared at him.

~You said master's name?~she hissed slowly. ~Only his enemies, those who try to show he does not strike fear in their hearts, speak that name…~

Harry's eyes widened and he swallowed slowly. ~I didn't mean anything by it,~ he quickly said. ~I just… someone once told me that fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself, and I am not afraid of… of my master. He has done great things, but I know he wouldn't hurt me, so I have nothing to be afraid of…~

Nagini calmed down slightly, although she regarded him with wariness. ~Perhaps not,~ she hissed. ~Unlike the rat, who had to be hurt constantly to make sure he was kept loyal… And even that didn't work, as he seems to have fled. Master will reward you for coming to his aid,~ she mused, relaxing at her own words. Harry, having had quite a shake, shivered slightly, once again overwhelmed by Nagini's unpredictability. He didn't want to push his luck by asking about Regulus again. Still, he had to admit that the man was intriguing. While Harry still hadn't received an answer on whether or not he'd been Voldemort's apprentice, it was the most logical possibility: who else would have gotten so close to Voldemort that the Dark Lord still only tried to remember good times even after such a betrayal? It made him wonder indeed about why Regulus had betrayed Voldemort in the first place.

It was still early afternoon and, having nothing else to do, he went to the study, hoping to find a book he'd like. There wasn't much and they were all Muggle books, dry literature and things like maps, dictionaries and encyclopaedias, obviously books bought to show off and simply have them. He found some Shakespeare stowed away in the back. Deciding that it was better than the rest, Harry brought it with him to the fireplace room. He'd left the hearth out, the room having warmed up a great deal by the sun that shone through the rather dirty windows.

Surprisingly, Nagini wasn't near Voldemort anymore, instead having curled up on the rug. She didn't seem to be sleeping, instead just staring at the wall. Harry sat down on the part of the couch furthest from the bundle that held the Dark Lord. He tried to concentrate on his book, but other than that he wasn't very good at middle English, his mind also kept wandering towards the man next to him. Before, Voldemort had been some kind of unseen, omniscient force to him, something evil in this world that had to be destroyed. While he still held the belief that he was most certainly evil and should be destroyed, he was much more… tangible.

Slowly, through Nagini and also the man himself, albeit minimally, he was starting to see the man behind the monstrous image he'd had before. It did nothing to erase his memories of Voldemort, but it did give him another view on them. He had had blind hatred for this man… the one to kill his parents, the one who had tried to kill him twice, and while it was inexcusable, he could understand it from a twisted viewpoint. It had most likely not been very… personal. The man had ruled Britain at one point, enforcing his rule by erasing as many enemies of his as possible like any other dictator would do… And then Harry had been a nuisance and stopped him from reaching the easiest means of immortality and thus resurrection: the philosopher stone. Harry shook his head, not wanting to try and justify Voldemort's actions. No matter the goal, no leader should try to retain his reign by simply murdering everyone who didn't agree… although the story he was currently reading, Macbeth, didn't really do much to convince him that violence was never the answer.

Please read and review! I hope you all liked this chapter. I will be on holiday next friday, so I am not sure yet when i can post again. It will mainly depend on how fast my bèta's will read the next chapter and how stable my internet connection is at my holiday destination ^.^
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