「 don't let me be misunderstood 」

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[ VOLUME FIVE ]

CHAPTER 110;
don't let me be misunderstood

[ JULY THIRTY-FIRST, 97' ]


In memoriam,










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'Baby, you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive
can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad

If I seem edgy, I want you to know
I never meant to take it out on you
Life has its problems and I get more than my share
But that's one thing I never mean to do
'cause I love you

Oh, baby, I'm just human
Don't you know I have faults like anyone?
Sometimes, I find myself alone
regretting some little foolish thing
Some simple thing that I've done

'Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
I try so hard, don't let me be misunderstood...'






Tyrants fear the people they oppress.

All of them realize that one day, amongst their many victims, there is sure to be one who rises against them and strikes back.

Voldemort was no different.

"They're thinking of relocating your aunt and uncle." Remus said tiredly, holding a mug between both hands in an attempt to warm himself.
"That's the last registered address of Harry's that the school would know about, which means Snape knows... "

There weren't any further words to be said.
The extent of Snape's betrayal had been made more difficult in recent times than it had even on the night of the Battle.

Snape, as far as Hera was concerned, had already told Voldemort everything he knew about Harry. Which included Hera and Sirius' relationship, and all that could be used to further weaponise and deteriorate Harry's mind.

"Well, at least they don't know about this place. " Sirius shrugged, gesturing nonchalantly around the room.

"You're twenty miles away from Malfoy Manor, " Remus turned to his friend and merely raised his brow in response, "I wouldn't get too complacent. "

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