Thursday 21st November
Voldemort woke early, before even the birds had, as he always had done.
The other boys in the dormitory were still asleep.
How easy it would be to slit their throats, quickly and silently, and leave with no one ever knowing he was there.
But no, he got up and dressed, keeping his wand tucked safely away in Ron's robes. He could, and would, wait until Saturday.
He would stick to the plan.
Voldemort washed his face in the Gryffindor Tower boys' bathroom. He hated his host's face, which was necessary, but was taking its toll on the Dark Lord's patience. So many bloody freckles! And the hair... He hadn't had to deal with hair for over forty years, and now he had to, it wasn't an experience he was enjoying. Let alone the colour! It hurt his eyes!
Suddenly, as Voldemort walked down the stairs to the common room, something deep inside him jolted. He stopped.
Ron was awake, and fighting back.
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