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When; Sunday, July 29th
Rating; pg-13, mucho violence
Characters; Albus Dumbledore blue_eyephoenix, Lord Voldemort serpentheir, and anyone else, but HP PEOPLE PLZ TAG TOO?
Summary; Pulled into the City side-by-side, The Dark Lord, and the Only One He Ever Feared find that they're just not going to get along for the time being...
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In a flourish, his wand was drawn, and at the ready. The ancient, loyal thing it was--a prize of his success, and of his shame. Albus didn't want this. War was over, especially now that he was sure The Dark Lord was dead. But he was incorrigible, Tom...he was frightened. Terrified. Worst fears come to life. Tom was dead. How else could he release the aggression and horror?

And so, Albus Dumbledore was ready, ready to fight when he had to fight. And to win, before anyone else in this new place fell under Tom's unforgiving wand.

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"...Not without my wand," he hissed, and gathering the last of his strength, Voldemort leapt to his feet.

Lumos, he willed his wand to obey him, and light flared several feet away. He snatched it up, keeping his eyes on Dumbledore who wasn't looking at him, but at his mother. Mother. The word was strange, foreign to his mind.

"Dumbledore..." Voldemort inclined his head slightly. "We will meet again...as always..."

For they would meet again. The cycle would continue, after all.

"Legilimens," he whispered, shoving the spell out to a random passerby who stood near, gaping at the scene. Flashes of the surrounding area, a place to hide...a forest. The forest would do perfectly.

"Hold onto me, and tight," Voldemort hissed in Parseltongue to Merope, grabbing her arm. Keeping the image he had received of the forest clearly in his mind, Voldemort turned on his heel and Disapparated, taking his mother with him.

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Albus had given him the ghost of a nod when he was addressed...of course. It was bound to happen, even in the cover of death...but what did he plan for the poor woman, his poor mother, in his place? It worried him...

...But right now, he needed rest...sleep. And to find safer places for himself and, apparently, his former students.