He rolled his eyes as he noticed the founders and previous headmasters turned their heads in their direction. They seemed stunned, especially Dumbledore, but he was staring at Tom, which for some odd reason made Harry angry. The man had no right to look at Tom that way, he had thought, before he remembered that he did in fact have every right to look at the Dark Lord that way, and Harry suddenly felt silly. He shook his head trying not to dwell on his possessive like behavior; he hadn’t accepted Tom as his soulmate, had he?