Pet's Trilogy -3- Pet's Family

Chapter VIII -Too Affectionate-

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Chapter VIII

–Too Affectionate–

Thursday, 2 October 1975

AMM's POV

"You were going to leave the DA?" Tom hissed as soon as the two were left alone.

Harry nodded, standing and stretching. He couldn't understand how Tom could stay so many hours in the throne without side-effects.

"The Light had lost. You're going to become Minister most likely and there was no reason the keep the Drays." Harry moaned as his back cracked. "Much better." He turned to face his fiancé only see he had stood and was looking at him with lust eyes. "Voldemort?"

"You want war?" The Wizard asked, grabbing his wand.

Harry started walking sideways around the Meeting Hall facing Voldemort always, who faced him in return. Harry grabbed his wand as well.

"Yes."

"I thought you wanted me to stop it."

Harry nodded, agreeing. It was amusing at the Wizard's control had completely disappeared.

"I do."

"Then why are you happy?"

"No war means no Drey and no Drey means no fighting... I'm that messed-up that apparently I need it to live."

Voldemort smirked and a shiver went down Harry's back.

"Take your wand." The older ordered and Harry showed his wand with a raised eyebrow. "Your other wand. If we are doing this then we'll doing this right... at our best."

Harry looked down at his arm and then towards Voldemort, who nodded. Harry picked Dumbledore's wand, one wand on each hand.

"You do know that if I'll use this wand...?"

"I'm perfectly aware, I also know you've been holding back. I want you to stop doing it and to show all you can do." Voldemort agreed, to which Harry frowned and opened his mouth to argue. "When the Council gives the attack order nothing but our best will keep us from being killed." The older smirked, a grin full of blood lust that would've made anyone else shiver in dear. "And since we don't intend on dying or wining this war any sooner, we need to learn to control our magic... all of it."

"It's still the Wand. It already gives me a huge disadvantage." Harry argued.

"Have you ever used it?"

"Once... to repair my wand."

Voldemort laughed, stopping walking. Harry stopped as well, facing the other.