A pair of scarlet eyes snapped open. Voldemort lowered his hands from his head, his gaze seeming to pierce the darkness toward distant Hogwarts. "So you were prepared. What do you plan to do, Dumbledore?"
From the beginning, Voldemort had never placed all his hopes on the Prophecy Orb in the Department of Mysteries. Learning the prophecy he shared with Harry Potter was indeed important to him, but only important. Voldemort would never invest all his energy into one matter, especially when he knew someone would try to stop him.
He was not that foolish!
Ever since Voldemort realized there was a strange connection between his mind and Harry Potter's, he had known how to deal with Harry Potter.
Even if the Order of the Phoenix guarded Harry Potter closely, even if Hogwarts' ancient protective magic weakened his intrusion into and influence over Harry Potter's mind, such troubles were nothing difficult for Voldemort.
Invading Harry Potter's completely defenseless mind was not difficult for a Legilimency Master like Voldemort.
He could influence Harry Potter's thoughts and ensure that his subsequent plans continued as intended.
Voldemort had already figured out Harry Potter's weakness: ridiculous heroism.
Harry Potter loved playing the hero!
And he had done it more than once.
In truth, Voldemort could not understand why Harry Potter had not gotten himself killed.
But it did not matter. As long as this weakness was used properly, dealing with Harry Potter would be effortless.
Voldemort had been doing exactly that. He used dreams to influence Harry Potter, making him believe that everything he saw in his dreams had truly happened.
And that was merely the first step of his plan.
Achieving it was actually very simple: make what Harry Potter saw in his dreams come true, and make sure it left a deep