Evil as Plain as the Scar on His Face

Dumbledore showed no reaction, his demeanor as calm as when Harry first entered. “You are not the first nor will you be the last to be fooled by Tom Riddle.”He was wrong. He wasn’t just fooled by the memory. He had been thoroughly defeated in every sense of the word. How did he not see that?“He branded me!! I'll never be free!” he cried out. The mark on his neck a constant reminder of his failures, of his defeat. A mark more meaningful than the scar on his forehead. The worst betrayals come from those you least expect, Harry finds this out the hard way as he's left picking up the pieces after a disastrous second year. Tom Riddle always enjoyed breaking things. Harry Potter was his and he'd make sure everyone knew this.

“You are mine, Harry Potter.” Harry shuddered at the parting words of his enemy, whispered into his ear, warm breath tickling his skin. It wasn’t a promise, it was a fact.

March 2020: I'll be on a break for the next few weeks. I took some pretty heavy falls out riding a few weeks ago and broke my wrist and fractured my elbow along with dislocating my shoulder