"Tom, I just want you to face reality."
After a moment of silence, Dumbledore ignored Voldemort's suggestion.
Without another word, Voldemort turned and headed for Malfoy Manor.
He'd had enough of the old man.
Perhaps opposing each other and fighting whenever they met was the best way for them to communicate.
"Tom, I only came to ask whether Bellatrix and Sirius are both here..."
"My name is Voldemort, Albus Dumbledore. Learn to show me some respect."
Voldemort stopped and turned his head, staring coldly at Dumbledore.
The two of them stared at each other in silence for a moment. Then Voldemort suddenly gave an angry snort.
He hadn't seen the slightest sign that Dumbledore intended to change.
"I've never asked how your sister died, Dumbledore."
Voldemort suddenly took a step toward him and raised his voice.
Dumbledore's eyes widened in astonishment, full of disbelief.
"Nor have I asked whether you're proud of defeating your boyfriend."
Voldemort took another step forward, uttering something even more vicious.
Dumbledore's brows rose, the surprise in his eyes already giving way to anger.
"Or whether, in that saintly heart of yours, you ever resented Muggles for your parents' deaths."
As he delivered his final sentence, Voldemort pointed rhythmically down and to the side with his right hand, then abruptly swept it outward.
The anger on Dumbledore's face changed in an instant.
His expression was so complicated that even Voldemort couldn't tell what he was thinking.
But he didn't care what the other man was thinking. He was furious.
"Damn it, Dumbledore. The world has changed. Could you stop acting like you know best for once?"
Voldemort finally stopped shouting, but his words remained sharp.
"Do you expect me to say, 'You wouldn't kill me, would you, Dumbledore? You're so kind.'"
Dumbledore frowned and opened his