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chapter 1:

Can you believe it? He did it. He killed his professor. But why? What could this professor have done to pose such a threat? And what did this Quirrell guy do to earn the trust of the headmaster so completely? I mean, seriously, when he passed out, he saw a smirk on the headmaster's face, lurking in the shadows, as if he was enjoying watching an eleven-year-old boy, Harry, take a man's life. Dumbledore just stood there, smirking away. But why? Harry couldn't help but feel used.

Sure, Voldemort was evil and twisted, but he never lied to Harry. Every question Harry asked, Voldemort answered. It wasn't until Voldemort died that Harry finally discovered the truth about the voice in his head. Did the dark lord even notice? No, not at all. Harry never told him, even though his sanity was already hanging by a thread. All Harry got from Voldemort was pain. But why would this so-called "monster," as everyone called him, endure so much pain for nothing? Harry asked the small piece of Voldemort's soul residing on his forehead.

What was the end goal? Why was he there? What did he hope to achieve? And why did this "monster" put himself through all of that? Even though he had nothing left, the piece of Voldemort's soul told Harry that he still believed. He still believed in his cause. He wanted to save the wizarding world, not take it over. Harry, despite almost being killed by Voldemort, trusted him. Especially since Dumbledore, that old sack of flesh and bone tried to hide his true intentions behind his twinkling eyes and grandfatherly demeanor. Dumbledore was the real liar. He made Harry kill a man. And Harry could feel the old man's presence, just watching him. It was then that he realized he was up against the true monster.

Harry managed to recover from the attack by the completely insane Voldemort, but he kept up his act. He "believed" Dumbledore when he was told that he had stopped Voldemort, that he had saved the school. But when school ended and Harry pleaded to stay at Hogwarts for the summer, he was denied.

Harry sat in his cupboard, his back pressed against the cold, damp wall. He was hungry and thirsty, and his body ached all over. Dudley had just beaten him up again.

It was a regular occurrence these days. Dudley and his friends would corner Harry in the cupboard, and then they would beat him up until they got tired. Harry had tried to fight back, but it was no use. Dudley was much bigger and stronger than him.

Harry knew. He knew that if he told the Dursleys, they would only make things worse. They accuse him of antagonizing Dudders. And he didn't have any friends to turn to.

Harry was all alone.

Except for Hedwig.

Hedwig was Harry's owl, and she was his only friend. She was always there for him.

Harry closed his eyes and reached out for Hedwig. She hooted softly and nuzzled her head against his hand.

"Thank you, Hedwig," Harry whispered. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Harry stroked Hedwig's feathers for a few minutes, and then he opened his eyes. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He would get through this. He had to.

Harry didn't know what the future held, but he knew that he wasn't alone. He had Hedwig.

And that was all he needed. Harry stroked Hedwig's feathers for a few minutes, and then he opened his eyes. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He would get through this. He had to.

"Hedwig," Harry said quietly. "I need to talk to you."

Hedwig hooted again and settled down on Harry's lap.