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Summary
The very last thing that Voldemort expects to find one evening as he undresses for the long bath that soothes the cold ache of his bones is the scratch of black letters that adorn the top of his thigh. He has been returned to his body for less than a week and here he stands in the immaculate deep-sea themed bathroom of his guest suite in Malfoy Manor with the lies of his soulmate written on his skin.
The absurdity of it makes him laugh.
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A soulmate. A soulmate. One who planned a home for him, according to their previous words. One who wanted to keep him safe and protect him.
Harry can’t imagine how they’ll manage it, considering the whole wizarding world is against him—including the Dark Lord himself—but he likes to dream about it. Maybe they’ll whisk him away from the train at the end of the year and he’ll not have to see the Dursleys ever again. Maybe they’ll take him out of Britain entirely. Surely Voldemort will leave him alone if he’s not even in the country, right?
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[Another one of my WIPfics]
Series
- Part 8 of Rabbit Warren