Close Or Far From The Law

Chapter 1: Prologue

Dear Harry,

Yes, dear… As surprising as it may be to you. I realize that I misjudged you and your situation. It can't be easy every day knowing that I'm there, in the shadows, waiting for my time. I'm going to surprise you, little one, but I don't want to kill you anymore. The latest information that has reached me even makes me want to kill for you. Does this scare you? In your place... No, I will never be in your place. It doesn't matter otherwise.

I am determined to take care of you in my own way. Starting tomorrow, you will receive a letter from me every day, as well as potions to cure your malnutrition, your bones, your whole body in fact. I expect you to take them, you won't have a choice anyway. I won't allow you to remain so fragile because of miserable Muggles who I can't wait to torture, you can't even imagine.

All this will remain between us. When you opened the letter, my magic made sure that you couldn't tell anyone what was happening between us. Besides, I'm writing to you in a language that only we understand...

Wishing you a happy third year at Hogwarts,

L.V.

Harry just felt like he was going crazy. When he woke up this Sunday, August 31 in the room of the Leaky Cauldron, he did not expect to receive a letter from his worst enemy which declared... No... He must still be dreaming, a good nightmare. He pinched himself several times but in the end, he found himself wide awake. Lord Voldemort wanted to take care of him. Even repeating this sentence to himself several times made no sense. He got up, leaving the parchment in the sheets, and ran his hand furiously through his hair. It must have been a gigantic joke, it was forced. And then, he had beaten the man at the end of his second year, so how could he contact him in writing? Lost, short of breath due to the beginnings of panic, he rushed into the bathroom to carefully clean himself from head to toe as if he were dirty, terrible. He cleaned himself until he was red as a crayfish and came out, no calmer in truth.

Back in the room, the letter taunted him. Harry picked it up and read it again, as if to make sure he had read correctly. He rubbed his eyes a little, he noticed that the symbols sounded like English to him even though they were some kind of snakes. Was that true? Parseltongue was also written? He swallowed slowly, sitting down on the mattress which barely sank under his weight. He already had enough problems, why did this murderous psychopath add to them? How did he just want Harry to believe him anymore? It didn't make any sense. What had really happened to make the man change his mind about him? He wasn't even sure he really wanted to know. He folded the letter and put it back in its envelope to then put it in his suitcase. He didn't want to see her anymore but he couldn't tell himself that he had to throw her away. It was proof, just in case. On the other hand, he felt within himself this spell which would make him keep quiet about this story.

He hated Voldemort even more for that.