Sweet\'s Little Collection

A/N: Request from Three_Dead_Hearts! This is just the beginning of a pretty happy little plot bunny hopping around. It will get there. I promise.

Day Twenty-Eight:

"There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the stone!*"

Harry Potter looked down at the stone in his hand. He glanced at the mirror, looking at his parents, watching as they faded away. He wasn't able to blink away his tears before they fell. His hand was shaking as he held the stone out to Quirrell's waiting hand.

A seventeen year old Harry Potter picked at his nails in boredom. He was seated at Voldemort's right, the place of honor. He cast his eyes around the assembled Death Eaters with indifference. "I'm bored," he claimed, standing and interrupting a report from Lucius. "I'm leaving." The Dark Lord spared him a look and a twitch of the lips that Harry correctly read as a smile. He stalked away from the table, listening to the sweet sound of Lucius screaming. He grinned when he realized that his boredom was the reason for the blonde's punishment.

*Quote from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Not mine.