𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒, 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒? Did he expect to see Voldemort staring out of them, afraid, perhaps, that their vivid green and threatening amethyst might turn suddenly to scarlet, with catlike slits for pupils? If that was the case, Alena wouldn't let that happen... she would fight for her and Harry. Harry remembered how the snakelike face of Voldemort had once forced itself out of the back of Professor Quirrell's head and ran his hand over the back of his own, wondering what it would feel like if Voldemort burst out of his skull.
He felt dirty, contaminated, as though he were carrying some deadly germ, unworthy to sit on the Underground train back from the hospital with innocent, clean people whose minds and bodies were free of the taint of Voldemort... he had not merely seen the snake, he had been the snake, he knew it now...
A truly terrible thought then occurred to him, a memory bobbing to the surface of his mind, one that made his insides writhe and squirm like serpents.
What's he after, apart from followers?
Stuff he can only get by stealth ... like a weapon. Something he didn't have last time.
I'm the weapon, Harry thought, and it was as though poison were pumping through his veins, chilling him, bringing him out in a sweat as he swayed with the train through the dark tunnel. I'm the one Voldemort's trying to use, that's why they've got guards around me everywhere I go, it's not for my protection, it's for other people's, only it's not working, they can't have someone on me all the time at Hogwarts... I did attack Mr. Weasley last night, it was me. Voldemort made me do it and he could be inside me, listening to my thoughts right now—
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