Severus clenched his jaw as he sat down for another Order meeting. It ground on his nerves how often they were. The Dark Lord didn't even have them at this rate, and he commanded more people.

So many people.

Was it wrong to choose the winning side for the sake of winning? Pettigrew was a coward; he did the same. But his vow still sat on his mind. The Dark Lord wanted Potter alive. And, to his credit, he has been moving away from blood purity. It eased his mind to know that his rights might not be taken away.

If he doesn't go insane again.

"What are we going to do with him?" Albus sighed, rubbing his temples.

"I've grounded him from quidditch. He's still on the team, but he cannot fly." Minerva shook her head.

Severus wanted to scream at her. He nearly killed his beloved godson, and he gets grounded from a sport. He wasn't going to attend detentions either, and he couldn't force him to do anything. The Dark Lord had commanded him to leave Potter unbothered, and he didn't know what he'd do if the Dark Lord found out he did anything.

"Is there anything we can do besides expel him? He rejects everything we try to do." Severus grumbled.

"I would recommend a counsellor, but we do not have the right to assign one to him. Amelia is busy, and I do not want to involve her lest he end up in Azkaban. We are unable to force him either." Albus shook his head. "Amelia believes the prophet to be farse, which is all we have on our side. I do not know what will happen when Susan Bones returns to tell her the truth."

"Like a counsellor could fix him." Severus spat.

"Mr Potter hasn't been sleeping in the dorms." Minerva switched the subject.

"He hasn't?" Molly pondered.

Minerva nodded. "He hardly enters the dorm now. I had the house elves check his trunk, and it only has last year's supplies."

"This is worrying." Albus stroked his beard.

There was a hum of agreement. Potter wasn't sleeping in the dorms. Of course, he wasn't; he was too good for that. He was probably wandering off somewhere in the castle with a full bedroom just for himself.

"Severus, what has Voldemort been planning?" Albus asked.

Severus stifled a gasp as his mark burned. "We were ordered not to harm Potter now that he is free. There is another raid on October 15th that will be in a small village in Wales. I will be brewing potions the entire week before."

"He is rather insistent that Potter not be harmed suddenly," Albus muttered.

There was a dawning horror in Albus's eyes. But he hid it well. Did he realise that Potter held a piece of the Dark Lord's soul?

Or had he already known?

Was he only releasing now that the Dark Lord knew?

"Watch Harry carefully. Everyone. It is possible that whoever he's seeing is connected to the dark. Start to watch where he goes. Make note of it. And, Severus, do not let your mission get in the way." Albus's eyes had that damned twinkle in them.

Albus knew that he knew.

His vow was being compromised by the man he looked up to the most. By the man who made him swear the vow. He tried to stay as calm as possible and hid beneath occlumency shields.

Albus would want Potter slaughtered one of these days.

Tom and Riddle's hands darted all over him. They lingered on his chest, his hips, and his waist. His body felt hot. The hesitance left him as he explored Riddle's torso, his touches more wanting than the others. Tom, standing behind him, teasingly brushed just above his groin, but never went down. A groan escaped him, silenced by Riddle's lips.

He fought back a yelp as a hand combed through his hair, catching on a small knot.

"Sorry, angel." Riddle said in a hushed voice, peppering kisses against his jawline.

"I'm going to be late," Harry complained. But he truly wanted to stay.

"Mmh, there are more exits to the chamber. You can stay a little longer." Tom hummed.

"I have to clean up, thanks to you two." Harry tried to sound angry but failed miserably.

"You have a point." Riddle withdrew from him.

"Make sure you come back afterwards." Tom lastly placed a playful bite on his neck before drawing away.

Harry hummed, longing for their touch again. But he needed to be somewhere.

They pulled out their wands and got him into a more reasonable state of dress. It was his first Slug Club meeting, and he wanted to look nice for it. It wasn't dress robes, but it was more than his school robes.

"You look absolutely ravishing," Tom said as he turned him around to face the mirror.

He did look nicer. His hair, while still wild, was more tamed than usual. His cream button-up was one of the ones Voldemort bought him, with long black slacks to go with it. Harry jumped when his vision was concealed by dark green fabric.

"I just think you look amazing in this." Riddle purred as he slipped his sweater over his head.

Harry blushed. "Erm, yeah."

"Let's show you a shortcut." He whispered in his ear.

"Okay," Harry muttered a response, letting himself be taken by the hands.

They led him through the maze—he knew he would never figure it out—and into another series of wide pipes twice as big as them. They abruptly stopped and turned around to look at him.

"It's up here." They pointed to the completely vertical pipe.

"Firmus Nebula," Harry repeated that familiar phrase.

A cloud formed beneath their feet and lifted them.

His boyfriends smiled at him. "Familiar spell. Did you see it in your dreams?" Riddle hummed as he twirled Harry around.

"No? I just kind of knew." Harry shrugged. "Maybe the horcrux connection is more than just that. You siphon; who's to say I don't siphon something else back?"

It had crossed his mind once or twice. But he never gave it much thought.

Tom's brow furrowed. "Well, that can make a little sense."

"You did learn wandless magic, oh so fast," Riddle commented.

"And you did learn darker spells quite easily, for someone who's never practiced them." Tom hummed, taking his turn to spin Harry.

"Though, we could have just flown you." Tom pointed it out.

"You can fly?" Harry said incredulously.

"Yes, it's Slytherin family magic. Passed down through generations. Though it wasn't used often." Riddle ruffled his hair.

"Is it because you're scared of heights?" Harry teased.

Tom and Riddle stayed silent.

They arrived far too soon for Harry's liking. They stepped out into a curve in a pipe that was flat at the bottom. Each gave him a lingering hug before sending him off, the stone in front of them shifting to let him free.

Harry found himself just a hallway away from the potion's classroom. He followed Theodore Nott, dressed in a sea-green button-up, through another hall and to the meeting room.

Inside was a gothic-looking room, with pillars lining the walls and ornate carving in the ceilings. An oval table was made of dark, glossy wood, with long-backed chairs circling it. Everyone but him and Theodore were there, sitting awkwardly as floating instruments lightly played classical music.

"Ah! Everyone is here!" Professor Slughorn clapped his hands. "Do sit."

Harry counted off the students he recognised as he passed. Blaise Zabini, Cormac McLaggen, Flora Carrow, and Hestia Carrow. The last two seats were flanking Hermione, which Harry filed into, sitting between her and Ginny. Theodore took the last space without so much as a second glance.

"Welcome! I started this club many years ago while I was a professor here. While you're here, you will get personalised lessons—I know of a far larger range of subjects besides potions—as well as access to the forbidden sections of the library without a slip."

An array of glasses appeared in front of them with some fruity drinks inside.

"As well as that, I implore you to make connections with your fellow students. Connections at this age can be vital later in life." He stared at every one of them.

Making connections… Harry looked at the people around him. Instantly, he ruled out McLaggen. From then… he supposed Blaise wasn't too bad of a person. He lingered around Theodore. The Carrow twins were the perfect image of a pureblooded woman, so they might not relate well.

But…

He told Tiberus about Theodore, and he could tell he wanted to know more. So, perhaps he could befriend Theodore through Blaise. It wouldn't be too bad to be civil with the Carrows either. Their dad (who was their dad?) and uncle were civil with him.

"Now, let's go around getting to know each other." Professor Slughorn shimmied a little. "I have been a professor for so many years, I taught your grandparents if they attended here."

And Voldemort. But that would be a weird fun fact.

The next person to speak was Blaise. "I'm Blaise, and I'm in the top levels of Divination. My mother is also on her seventh husband."

Theodore smiled.

"I'm Flora, this is my sister Hestia, and we're at the top of our class in History of Magic. We live with our grandparents." Harry tried his best to tell them apart and landed on their hair parts and eyeshadow being different.

"I'm Hestia. My twin is Flora. I'm second in my class for Herbology. I play the violin." She spoke short and to the point.

McLaggen practically stared Hermione down as he introduced himself. "I'm Cormac; I'm second in Armithacy, and I enjoy spending my summers touring the world with my parents."

What a gloat.

"Ginny, I have an excellent Bat-Bogey hex, and I have the fastest scores of chasers in Gryffindor. I'm the youngest of all my siblings and cousins." Ginny waved.

It was Harry's turn.

"Hello, I'm Harry," This was so stupid. "I have the highest scores in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration, and I don't do anything with my family because they are all dead." He tried to joke at the end.

Blaise snickered, though not maliciously. The Carrow twins fought back a smile. Theodore concealed his mouth with his hand. Meanwhile, Ginny and Hermione looked at him, horrified.

"Harry, your aunt, uncle, and cousin are just in Spain," Hermione whispered, but the silence made everyone hear it.

"Oh, the dude who stole me said he'd kill them, so I thought they were dead." Voldemort frequently told him how much he'd like to kill them.

"And you thought we were lying to you?" An exasperated Hermione sighed.

"Yeah."

Harry cleared his throat. "And apparently I have a living aunt, uncle, and cousin. Yippee." He said sarcastically.

Professor Slughorn gave him a worried expression.

Hermione followed. "I'm Hermione; I am first in Charms and overall in my year. My parents are dentists."

"What's a dentist?" Professor Slughorn asked with a confused face.

"They work on teeth. They get bitten a lot." She shied away from the conversation. It didn't feel good to be reminded of your muggle relatives in a room filled with purebloods. And Harry.

"Oh, I see." Professor Slughorn summoned a quill and parchment and jotted down a note.

"I am Theodore. I have top scores in Astronomy. I live with my father." He seemed a little off-put during the conversation.

Professor Slughorn nodded, surveying the room. "Excellent, all of you. Now, let us eat!"

He clapped his hands together. In front of each of them was silence, as a sundae in a wide, green-glass dish. Gold flakes graced the top, next to a large cherry.

"Blaise," Harry called out after a bit of silence, as people chowed down on their food. "How does one get good at Divination? I can't seem to grasp it properly."

And with that, Harry began the chatting.

They started reserved but loosened up as the night continued. They were able to share stories, share laughs, and even empathise with one another. He found that he enjoyed it greatly.

He even got a crack of a smile out of the Carrows and Theodore. Their masks didn't fall, but they did slip. There was a drive within Harry to continue to break them down until he could know the real them.

"Ah! I almost forgot to mention," Professor Slughorn spoke after a lull in the conversation. "I always have a Yule party before the annual Winter Dance. It's just a little gathering; you can bring a person," Professor Slughorn caught Harry out of the corner of his eye. "Or two."

Harry was glad he was already red from laughing so hard; otherwise, he'd be embarrassed.

"Is it formal, semi-formal, or casual?" Hermione asked, taking the last bite of her sundae.

"Hm, semi-formal. I don't expect you all to own dress robes, but try to come in something other than your school robes." Professor Slughorn advised.

Ginny ducked her head; she was the only one in her school robes.

There was a murmur of agreement.

"Now, does anyone have any questions?" Professor Slughorn dabbed a napkin at his mouth.

They all shook their heads.

"Alright, you can be free now. Study hard, but don't forget to have fun!"

Professor Slughorn clapped his hands as he ushered them out. He breathed a sigh of relief. He could get back to his boyfriends now. But fate seemed to be against him, and Hermione yanked him back.

"What?" Harry snapped. They had left him wanting, and he just needed to get back.

"Don't you look at me like that." Hermione dragged him into an empty room.

"Sorry, sorry, okay." Harry held up his hands. He wasn't completely sorry.

Hermione put her hands on her hips. "Why are you not coming back to the dorms? You're rarely around."

A pang of guilt went through him. He didn't mean to neglect his friends; he just thought they were a bit distant from him. He never thought he was contributing to the distance.

"I'm - I'm seeing them." Harry finally admitted.

"Harry! You can't just live your life in your boyfriends' arms! You need to get out." Hermione tugged on his arms. "Even your Quidditch team is suffering! Ginny has basically taken over your job."

Another pang of guilt.

"Okay, okay, I'll get out. Just not tonight. I'll start tomorrow." Harry promised her.

Hermione glared. "You better. If I find you running off again, so help me, I'll put a leash on you."

"Fine. I got it." Harry fought back a roll of his eyes. Who was she to tell him what to do?

Hermione sighed. "Honestly, spending so much time with them, and I don't even get to meet them!"

A lightbulb went off in her head.

"Wait, could you invite them to the party?" Hermione's eyebrows raised.

"Well…" Ginny would be there, as would Professor Slughorn. "Maybe? They are quite… reclusive and don't really like people."

"Oh." Hermione deflated a bit. "Okay. Well, maybe another time."

Maybe.

Would they ever meet his boyfriends?

Tom and Riddle would find a way. They always did.

Another meeting. Voldemort tilted his head as he gazed upon his inner circle. They had grown less tense than before, more adapted to his presence. It both infuriated and made him feel… someway. Like a weight was taken off of him.

He was impatient as Corbin, the last one, sat down. The man braced himself for the expected crucio, but Voldemort thought it wasn't worth his energy. Potter must have been around his horcruxes over the night because Voldemort woke up with that repulsive feeling again. He was simply tired.

"Severus, report on the Order." Voldemort spoke as he fought the urge to slouch in his chair.

Severus paused. "Of course, my Lord. The Order has made little to no progress on tracking down whoever Potter has been seeing. They have started to follow him. They see him take frequent trips to the Room of Requirement and the girl's bathroom on the third floor. When we asked the ghost in the bathroom, she was scared to talk about him and didn't divulge what ruckus he participated in while in there."

So they either didn't know where the Chamber of Secrets was or they kept the information from Severus.

"Keep careful watch on this. Any information you acquire is to go through me first." He needed to know if anyone knew about his horcruxes. Dumbledore would stop at nothing to destroy them.

And that would hurt Potter as well.

"Understood, my lord." Severus bowed his head. "I have more information."

"Speak."

"The Order plans on forcing Potter to stay at the Order headquarters during the summer. They will take him while he is still on school grounds." He ended.

"They plan on kidnapping him to avoid him being kidnapped." Voldemort thought out loud. "Hm, Lucius?"

"Yes, my Lord?" Lucius answered nervously.

"Your son is working on his mission, correct?" Voldemort tapped his claws against the table.

"He is partially done. It is only the first month." Lucius didn't meet his eyes.

Voldemort hummed. "Inform him it will be finished before the end of the year. Should he succeed, Potter will be able to get to Malfoy Manor before the school year ends."

"Understood, my Lord." Lucius and Narcissa met each other's eyes, emotions blaring.

Unease ate at Harry. He stared down at the note in his hand.

'Dear Harry,

Please come to my office at 6 PM today.

P.S. I enjoy strawberry twists

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore'

Had he found out? Did he know about his boyfriends? Or was he going to try to break his silence spell and force him to spew out everything that happened? Would he do anything to him once he found out about the friendship between him and Voldemort? By proxy, his boyfriends?

It gnawed on his mind the entire day. Hermione and Ron noticed his unease and tried to ask him what was wrong, but he brushed it off. He could tell Hermione thought it was his boyfriends, and Ron either had general stress or exams.

"And he wants me to meet with him!" Harry exclaimed, shimmying around to be comfortable lying down in both of his boyfriends' laps.

"Has he ever done anything before?" Riddle rubbed circles into his thigh.

"No, normally this is where he shows me a memory of you guys so I can see how evil you are." Harry shrugged, leaning into Tom's touch as he carded his hands through his hair.

"We are so evil." Riddle hummed.

"The evilest!" Tom exclaimed.

Their hands crawled over his body, tickling him everywhere. He laughed, tumbling to the ground. They pounced on him and jabbed their fingers at his sides. Harry rolled around on the floor, trying desperately to get away from their prying hands. But they followed him no matter where he went.

"Evil!" He cried out.

"We are so evil," Riddle repeated.

"Downright cruel." Tom laughed, planting a quick kiss on Harry's lips before attacking him again.

They chased him down the hall, through the pipes, and into the maze of tunnels, giggling into the evening.

He stood outside Dumbledore's office. There was a feeling of dread within him. He knew what to expect. But he was almost scared. Tom didn't like him knowing about his past feelings; how would he react to other memories being revealed?

They seemed fine with him knowing, but how far did that extend? The last thing he wanted to do was upset either of them.

Well… they shouldn't hold it against him. He wasn't willingly watching it.

"Strawberry twists." He called to the statue.

The statue slid aside and revealed a set of spiral stone stairs. He ascended the stairs, and with each passing step, a deeper pit in his stomach was dug. Swallowing his fears and doubts, he entered through the light wooden door.

The room was just as he remembered it. Knickkaces lined cream-coloured shelves along the walls, a one-step-tall platform that held Dumbledore's desk and chairs, and columns from the ceiling.

"Ah, my boy, you are here." Dumbledore waved him over, this time sitting at his desk.

"I am." Harry nodded, taking the seat in front of the desk.

Dumbledore cleared his voice. "Today we're going to do two things. First, we will view another memory of Tom Riddle. Then, we will talk about what happened this summer. Now, come, we have a memory to see."

Harry followed him into the off-shoot room, where a pensive lay. He watched as Dumbledore scrolled through the shelves of memories, sometimes taking one out and then placing it back. But then he nodded to himself when he found the correct one.

"Today," Dumbledore poured out the memory into the basin. "We will look at the memory of an older Tom Riddle. This was him when he arrived at a teaching interview. He would be twenty-five in his memory."

They were plunged into another memory.

Dumbledore's office hadn't changed in the time that passed. Different items lined the walls, but most were still the same. Harry let his eyes wander to the desk, where a short-bearded Dumbledore sat with a twenty-five-year-old Tom Riddle approaching him.

And, fuck, was Tom Riddle hot!

He was more filled out, leaner, and bulkier at his wide shoulders. He was in a long black cloak with a deep green button-up and a black and grey striped vest; a silver tie ran down his chest. His black pants fit perfectly, hugging his muscular thighs and probably his ass as well.

His hair was styled back and pushed away from his face. His glamoured eyes shone brightly in the candlelight looked even more alluring. Harry bet they were red underneath the magic. A ghost of a smirk sat on his face; he had an intelligent look to him.

"Dumbledore," He regarded Dumbledore, sitting down and crossing one leg over the other confidently. His satchel thumped to the floor; something sparkling peeked through the top.

"Tom Riddle." Dumbledore nodded, folding his hands. "You're here for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position?"

"Yes, I am." Tom leaned back in his chair.

Dumbledore sighed. "Why do you want this position, Tom?"

Tom had the slightest twitch. "To teach students, of course. As my scores show, I am quite knowledgeable on the subject."

"You would like to influence future generations?" Dumbledore pressed.

Tom smiled brilliantly. "Yes, I would. I do have perfect records, and I performed well as Head-Boy."

"You did, as I have heard." Dumbledore sighed again. "What do you wish to teach the students?"

"To defend themselves. Many people would like to take advantage of them. They need to know how to prevent themselves from succumbing." Tom tilted his head as he spoke.

"That sounds more offensive than defensive." Pointed out Dumbledore.

Tom hummed. "Well, what is a defence if not offence? They are very similar."

"I disagree."

Tom twitched again.

"Tom, I will be honest. I am looking for an older person with more years of experience. You are quite young, and your only work experience is in retail in Knockturn Alley and personal research. While I know you have a vast knowledge of the Dark Arts, I would recommend starting smaller than here first. Maybe tutoring or working at a small institution?" Fawks cawed as Dumbledore spoke, landing on his desk.

Tom reached out a hand to the bird. "I believe Hogwarts has hired people with less experience. Professor Binns was only a little older than me when he took the position."

Fawks lightly pecked his fingers. Dumbledore shook his head. "That was Headmaster Dippet. I will be running this school differently."

Tom opened his mouth to speak again, but Dumbledore cut him off. "I believe we are done here, Tom."

Tom twitched again. "I see. May I take a loop around the castle? This may be the last time I am here."

Dumbledore nodded. "Try to make it quick. I will only be here for another hour while I do interviews."

Tom stood up, shook his hand, and turned to leave. As he stalked off to the door, cloak flowing behind him, his smile fell from his face and his eyebrows lowered. A snarl sat on his handsome features as he shut the door behind him.

Harry was spat out of the memory.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "I always knew Tom would turn dark. Ever since I met him in the orphanage. But this cemented my aversion to him. He wanted to influence children in his ways."

"He was shopping for future Death Eaters," Harry concluded.

He knew Tom Riddle wasn't a good person. Sometimes, he even saw peeks of it through Tom and Riddle. It wasn't a good idea to hire him, but he could tell it stung for him. And that hurt.

"Certainly. He cursed the position, and we haven't been able to hold down a teacher ever since." Dumbledore made a shaky motion with his head.

"Are there any other memories of this time in his life?" He was hot as hell, and Harry wanted to see even more of him.

"No, I'm afraid. That was the last time I saw him before he came back under the name Voldemort."

Harry frowned.

"I may be able to get other people's memories, however."

"And for the other thing?" Harry wanted to get it over with. He felt the need to be with his boyfriends when he was reminded of their hotness.

"Ah, yes, sit." Dumbledore led him back to his desk, where they sat down.

Dumbledore cleared his throat again. "Before the summer, I placed wards on your home that prevented wixen who wanted to hurt you from entering. But someone still took you. I know there is a spell on you, but can you confirm that? That you were taken by someone who did not want to hurt you?"

Voldemort didn't want to hurt him?

Sure, he was fairly sure of it now, but back then? He didn't want to hurt him. He knew that he was more indifferent when he arrived at the manor, but he also wanted to see him safe. The horcrux bit was just an additive.

"I don't think he wanted to hurt me," Harry admitted. There wasn't much he could say, and he believed in the spell's ability to keep him safe from revealing anything important.

"It seems like he did not." Dumbledore rubbed his temples. "Can you say what he looked like?"

"No." Harry's mouth moved before he could process it. He put a hand up to his face in shock.

"Are you familiar with the name Ignis?" Dumbledore asked a new question.

Harry fought back against the quick response, failing. "I haven't heard of that name."

Dumbledore stared at him. "I will think of more questions to ask. By getting closer to what you can't say, we get closer to the truth."

Harry began to sweat. "Got it."

Dumbledore seemed hesitant to speak the next words. "And Harry, is there anything happening? Your attack on Mr Malfoy was vicious, and I was considering suspending or expelling you."

"He's been at this since the first year. It just all built up." Harry admitted. It was also because he wanted to try out his new spells.

"I would implore you not to attack Mr Malfoy. You are fortunate that Lady Malfoy did not want to press any charges, which is abnormal for her. You may be a minor, but the law still applies to you." Dumbledore emphasized its importance to him.

"Fine, I'll try not to." Harry rolled his eyes.

"I believe you should be getting to bed." Dumbledore shooed him off. "Have a good night."

"Good night," Harry called as he walked out.

As soon as the door shut, his face relaxed, and he sprinted back to the chamber.

" - and you were so hot. Like really, really hot." Harry smiled as they lay down next to his boyfriends.

"Aw, are you going to leave us for him?" Tom teased, but there was a tinge of worry in his voice.

"No, more like add him to my collection of Tom Riddles." Harry smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

"You have grown your collection; what's one more?" Riddle joked, snuggling into him.

"Exactly!" Harry laughed.

"What else happened?" Tom kissed him back on the cheek.

Harry shifted to better accommodate the two. "He talked about the wards, how they kept out wixen who wanted to hurt me. So Voldemort didn't want to hurt me when he rescued me."

Tom and Riddle glanced at each other.

"Say that again?" Tom asked.

"Voldemort didn't want to - "

"No, no, the first part." Riddle clarified for him.

"Oh," Harry tried to shrug, but they weighed him down. "That the wards kept out all wixen who wanted to hurt me."

Tom propped himself up by the elbows. "Harry, wixen."

"What?" Harry raised a brow.

"Harry, angel, wixen. Not everyone, specifically wixen." Riddle slowly wrapped him in a hug.

It took a few moments for the information to sink in.

"He knew," Harry spoke softly. "He knew this entire time."

Tom laid back down and stroked his hair.

"He knew," Harry repeated, trying desperately to fight reality.

"Shh, shh, it'll be okay." Cooed Tom, kissing the top of his head.

Harry broke down crying. He pulled them closer to him, trying to disbelieve what he had said. But the dots connected perfectly. He knew, and he still sent him back to the Dursleys every year.

"It's okay; we'll make it okay." Riddle hummed, snuggling into him.

Dumbledore: oh no what every will we do with this mini, murderous, Potter-boy?
Snape: I don't know, expel him? Punish him? Do anything besides nothing?
McGonagall: Ground him from Quidditch.
Dumbledore: Excellent idea, Minvera.
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Harry: You siphon, what if I do the same?
Tom and Riddle: So that's why you're so talented!
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Professor Slughorn: Okay, make connections my pupils!
Harry, already hunting for people he could tell juicy stories to their relatives: Oh, I will.
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Hermione: Harry, you disappear all the time!
Harry, annoyed: Hermione literally it's not your business - now I to make out with my boyfriends planned so leave.
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Snape: The Order will kidnap Potter to stop him from being kidnapped by us, my Lord.
Voldemort, fuming: Not if I kidnap him first!
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Dumbledore: Here is a memory of Tom Riddle as an adult. You can see how evil he is.
Harry, salivating: Yeah, yeah, so evil. So do you have any more memories? So I can see how evil he is, of course.
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Harry: I will grow my collection of Tom Riddles!
Tom and Riddle: You do that, love/angel.
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Harry: He knew he knew he knew.
Tom and Riddle: Anyone else feeling murdery?