A pair of scarlet eyes snapped open. Voldemort moved his hands away from his head, his gaze seeming to pierce the darkness and reach distant Hogwarts. "So, you were prepared. What are you going to do, Dumbledore?"
From the very beginning, Voldemort had never placed all his hopes on the Prophecy Sphere in the Department of Mysteries. Learning the prophecy he shared with Harry Potter was indeed important to him, but only important. Voldemort would never pour all his efforts into a single matter, especially when he knew someone would try to stop him.
He was not that foolish! Ever since Voldemort had 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 members guarded Harry Potter closely, even if Hogwarts' ancient Protective Magic weakened his intrusions and influence over Harry Potter's mind, those troubles were nothing difficult for Voldemort.
Invading Harry Potter's completely unguarded mind was not difficult for a Legilimens Master like Voldemort.
He could influence Harry Potter's thoughts and ensure that his later plans continued smoothly.
Voldemort had already figured out Harry Potter's weakness: ridiculous heroism.
Harry Potter liked playing the hero! And it was far from the first time he had done so.
In truth, Voldemort could not understand why Harry Potter had not gotten himself killed.
But that was fine. If used properly, this weakness made dealing with Harry Potter laughably easy.
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 quite simple: make the events Harry Potter saw in his dreams come true, and make