Notes: Here's a super long chapter for you, just because! It's twice as long as most chapters, and it took me four hours to write it, so I reallyyy hope you like it!
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Harry dreamt of Voldemort again.
"You put blind trust in people." Voldemort sneered. "And that is why you can never truly be great."
Harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'm already considered great, unlike you." Harry shot back.
Voldemort hissed in annoyance.
"You're foolish. Ignoring your weaknesses will be your demise."
Harry snorted.
"You know what? I don't particularly give a damn about my demise anymore."
Voldemort looked furious, and there was an odd noise in the background.
"Potter." A sharp voice whispered.
Harry tilted his head to better hear the voice.
"Harry." The voice murmured, its tone slightly more urgent.
Voldemort was beginning to melt away.
"Harry!" The voice repeated, growing more impatient.
The trees around him melted along with Voldemort.
"Harry! Wake up!"
Harry sat up, blearily rubbing his eyes. He looked around at his surroundings, confused. He was laying flat on his back on the living room floor, and Snape was kneeling next to him.
"Hm?" He asked, beginning to search for his glasses.
"Oh, for Merlin's sake!" Snape snapped, handing Harry his glasses.
"Thanks." Harry replied, shoving them onto his face.
There was a loud knock at the door, and Harry's eyes widened as he turned to face Snape.
Snape simply looked exasperated.
"You sleep like the dead, Potter." He muttered, pointing angrily towards the door. "That is why I woke you up."
"What time is it?" Harry asked, still desperately trying to wake up.
"Around 8 o'clock." Snape replied, standing up.
Harry groaned, and stood up.
"Who's at the door?"
Snape glared at him.
"I'm sure I don't know." He replied cooly.
With that, he strode out of the living room, his black robes billowing behind him.
Harry sighed, and the knocking got louder.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Harry muttered, though he knew whoever was at the door couldn't hear him.
He was about to fling the door open, when he felt an odd tingling sensation on his fingertips. It was kind of like the sensation he got whenever he dreamt of Voldemort. It reminded him of... Dark magic. Cautiously, he peered through the peephole of his front door.
Outside there stood a tall figure, shrouded in a black cloak, wearing a silver mask. Harry inhaled sharply, his face going pale.
He took a quick step back from the door, and the knocking continued. Merlin, he was glad he hadn't just flung the door open.
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