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‘Damn Crouch! Damn Voldemort! Damn Fudge! Damn Snape! And bloody BUGGER Dumbledore!’ Harry thought viciously as he wiped copious amounts of sweat off of his face. Via the blood he ‘donated’ to Voldemort, Harry somehow was getting hot flashes (literally) of Voldemort’s memories: All his knowledge about the darkest of curses and rituals; his deepest, blackest secrets and desires… Everything that Voldemort knew, he now knew. And it was making his magic so chaotic that it felt as if he was being ripped apart.