The Bear and Barnacle

The thing with Voldemort was hardly a secret. Q had no idea how many people actually knew about it, but it wasn’t the sort of thing you could keep from talking about if you did. Anyway, most of those who did know about it thought he was dead, so that was all right. He’d do his best to keep his continued existence a secret from the Wizarding world, thank you very much, speaking of secrets. Things like the fact that he slept (when he could sleep) with the light on now, or that he couldn’t swim or had a morbid fear of snakes, they weren’t really secrets, they had just never come up. Same with climbing into his bed at Hogwarts, closing the curtains and crying for hours when he’d heard John Lennon had died. Not secrets, just things no one had ever asked him about. And Q would answer truthfully when and if anyone ever did. But the secret he did have was buried so deep he wasn’t even aware of it.