Harry quietly looked over his glasses at the fool who had smiled out onto the crowd of students who had hushed themselves to hear the meaningless things the fool was saying. He, himself, was zoned out, not listening to a thing the man was saying and was attempting to tune out Ron complaining as well, but that didn't happen. No matter how hard he tried, he could hear the persistent voice that cut through all of his defenses as though they were nothing, "God, I wish he would hurry up and finish. I'm starving." The pig. He wasn't really starving. He didn't know starving.
A slick voice made itself known in the back of his mind, chuckling lightly, The meals he has here are probably the finest he's ever had, the filthy blood traitor. Though Harry agreed, he wasn't going to voice it, instead, looking up at the magic ceiling, that showed a clear, cloudless night. It would be the perfect night for stargazing.
Probably, but that doesn't give him the right to constantly voice it. He growled the words silently back, amusing the man. They had been periodically communicating this way for months now, Voldemort always adding his two cents. The teen didn't think he knew the meaning of the words: mind your own business. Even if he did, Harry was sure he would argue that Harry's business was his business, because anything that bothered his little Serpent bothered him as well.
A smile tugged at his lips. He had to admit, the pet name was quickly growing on him. Voldemort's affections were as well, though he had yet to make another appearance, he had sent him quite a few dreams in the place, with the apology (explanation, really, but it was as close to an apology as the dark Lord had ever uttered) of being busy.
A blush rose to his cheeks and he ignored it, picking at the silverware in front of him. Then that annoying voice made its way through his shields again, whining about being hungry again. This time, the reply spilled from his lips before he could stop the words.
"Oh my fucking Dark Lord, Ronald, shut your mouth for five minutes while the fool talks. It won't take that long, and then you can shovel food into your face until you puke, like you always do." He turned away after that, ignoring the indignant and shocked faces of his 'friends' as they gaped.
The voice in the back of his head was greatly amused, and the teen knew so, even if he didn't say anything. You shut up, too. He was annoying me. I'll kick you out if you say anything. His threat was empty, however; they both knew he didn't have the strength or the power to do so. The Dark Lord, wisely, didn't say anything. He knew the teen couldn't actually force him from his mind, but he could very easily completely ignore him until his anger had subsided. Or until the man apologized. Something the man had never and would never do.
Dumbledore sat back down, and as he did so, an immense amount of food appeared in front of them, and they all began shoveling in, all except Harry. He picked at his food and, for him, ate quite a bit. However, his stomach would not accept anymore. Having a small diet for months at a time ruined one's appetite, and made eating large amounts impossible. Still, even when his stomach was stretched to its fullest, the voice in the back of his head hissed, More. You haven't eaten nearly enough.
Harry shook his head, pressing his lips together in answer. No. I could barely eat this much. I'm too full. He patted his stomach, then reached for another sip of pumpkin juice. There. Happy? He smirked to himself when the Dark Lord growled at him, demanding he eat more. However, he just shook his head again, ignoring the questioning glances he received from the others at his table. It was far too late and everyone was much too full for anyone to care.
It wasn't long until they were all dismissed to their dormitories, and Harry eagerly hurried to his bed, relishing in the feel of the castle, his home, around him once more. He couldn't think of any place he'd rather be. Well, if it wasn't for Granger and Weasley, that is. They irritated him so badly now. He could hardly stand to be around them. Which was bad, seeing as they were supposedly his best friends. Yeah, right. They were turning from him just as he was turning from them, pitying him and growing fearful.
