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(Master to Kitten, Kitten to Master)

'Thoughts'

[Kitten speech]

Insanity

(With Voldemort)

For months Voldemort hid in his room. His house elves avoided him but left food outside his bedroom. As he coward in his room he daydreamed about killing Potter. It was the only thing that kept him going. He knew he was getting weaker as the days went on.

His room was in ruins. He was starting to hallucinate. He was seeing Potter all over his room and he would curse him. Since the boy wasn't really there he would destroy the walls, floors, and furniture. He wouldn't notice until later and he would forget it was him who did it.

'I just need to take him out.' He thought.

"Take me out?" The hallucination snorted.

"I will kill you!" He hissed.

"You? Kill me?" He laughed. "Oh that is rich."

"Shut up!" He sent a cutting curse his way.

"Missed~" He sang out.

"Stay still you bastard child!" He screamed.

"One my parents were married and together when they had me." He smirked. "Secondly you couldn't hit me if I was right up against your wand."

"Arg!" He screeched.

He began firing spell after spell. Nothing hit the boy since he didn't really exist. All he did was destroy his room further. It wasn't too long until he became exhausted.

"Weak." The hallucination sneered.

"AHHHH!" He screamed in anger.

He had no more energy left. He passed out from exhaustion. He was on the floor for hours. The house elves were too scared to try and move him. When he did wake he felt extremely sore. His anger was once more through the roof.

"How is he doing this?" He wondered.

Voldemort didn't know he was hallucinating. He believed Potter was managing to either get in and torment him or astral project. He didn't seem to realize it was his own fault. He began plotting to kill the boy. He believed it was the only way to return to his former glory.

(Ministry of Magic: Unspeakable Department)

"Where are we?" Fudge asked, entering the office.

"We know the location. Little Hangleton. It used to belong to Thomas Riddle Sr. He was a rich muggle." Kingsley said.

"We are just coming up with a spell to reverse the fidelius spell. It's just hard because we don't know the exact location of the manor." The head unspeakable said.

"Plus the other wards are still unknown. A lot could have changed since the last war." Another unspeakable said.

"True." He sighed. "My spy did say he is becoming more unstable. Apparently the house elves are avoiding him. He is hallucinating. He keeps destroying his room further by trying to kill the hallucination of Potter." The minister informed him.

"If we are lucky, he will take out a ward like he did his snake." Moody said.

"We can hope." He said.

"Is heir Potter safe? What if he tries to go after him?" Madam Bones asked.

"He is. He is still inside his school." Fudge informed them.

"So going after him would be a mistake." She said.

"Indeed." He agreed.

"At least we are getting closer to finally taking him down." One unspeakable said.

"That is true." They agreed.

"How is the under secretary performing?" Bones asked.

"He does his job. Both of them. Despite the fact his master is in hiding I still see him making notes." The minister answered.

"What an idiot. If you are going to spy, at least make sure to take notes away from anyone that can see it." Moody shook his head.

"I agree." Kingsley said.

"I think we all do." Bones said.

"If you will excuse me, I have a spell to make." The unspeakable said, getting inspired.

"Of course." They said.

They left and soon the rest followed. They just hoped they would soon be rid of the man. Then they would finally be at peace until the next dark lord or lady arrived and began causing trouble. They just hoped that wouldn't be in their lifetime.

(With Voldemort)

"Weak." The hallucination of Harry Potter sneered. "The great dark lord is nothing but a pathetic, weak halfblood."

"Shut up!" He hissed.

"Disgusting." He shook his head. "How could you be the greatest dark lord this world has ever seen?" He questioned.

"I am!" He screeched.

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"I am." He growled.

"How? You couldn't even kill a baby." He reminded him.

"That wasn't Potter but his filthy mother." Voldemort scowled.

"So a mudblood managed to outsmart and defeat you?" He laughed.

"Grrr." He growled.

"Like I said, disgusting." He smirked.

"I will destroy you!" He yelled.

"Yeah right." The hallucination snorted in disbelief.

Voldemort looked crazed as he pointed his wand at his hallucination. Potter just laughed. With a smirk the dark lord sent his next spell. It went right through the hallucination and hit the wall. Voldemort cackled, thinking that he hit Potter. Oh how wrong he was.