Why aren't you dead? What will it take?
There was a small hesitation, and when Tom began writing, he didn't answer Harry's question. I didn't think I'd hear from you again. Couldn't stay away, Harry?
Tears dripped onto the page, and Harry cursed, trying to tear the page, hands shaking with anger. I hate you! Why can't you just die? You killed my parents, and no matter what happens, you keep coming back from the grave to haunt me!
I didn't kill your parents, Harry.
Of course you did!
In the future, maybe. There was a slight pause. I'm only sixteen, remember? A fragment. I'm not the one who did that to you.
It doesn't matter - you
Tom, patient as ever, stayed by Harry's side when it became too much, and the younger boy broke down into tears, hating himself for what he took to be a betrayal to everyone he knew. Silent, knowing that his words could only hurt Harry more in a time like this, Tom simply held him close, comforting the pain t
For all the faith that Lucian Malfoy had put into the small book, after having failed him he had tossed it aside as useless trash, and once again, Harry found it in his possession.
"Harry!" Hermione warned. "We know that is dangerous! Let's just take it to Dumbledore. He can destroy it, for good. Just in case."
"Just in case?" Ron asked, incredulous. "After getting bitten by a basilisk, I think it's as dead as it can get!" Turning to Harry with a mischievous smile, he suggested, "I'd keep it. I mean, it's like a trop