Cinders and Scars (джен)

"This hero-worshiping is ridiculous," Narcissa said to the young first year. "These sheeple placed an infant on a pedestal, and no doubt they will use you as a scapegoat when - if - the Dark Lord returns." Narcissa took a deep breath. "There have been stirrings of the Dark Lord's return, and if he does . . . perhaps things will be different. Perhaps he will be different. And your parent's deaths wouldn't have been for naught."
Harry rubbed his head, scar stinging fiercely.
'The Dark Lord can't be all bad, can he?' the voice in his head whispered. 'He only hurt the people in his way, the people that hurt him . . . sounds familiar, doesn't it?'