Harry potter stared at the battlefield beneath him. Flashes of spells shot across the chaos, giant magical creatures roared and crushed the wizards that fought to defend the area. This was it, the battle he had been preparing for his whole life. Voldemort's army of death eaters and giants and werewolves outnumbered the Hogwarts' army, but the hundreds of witches and wizards had a determination that would see them through to the end. Of course there would be casualties but they were a small price to pay for the fate of the world.

Now all Harry had to worry about was finding the leader of this whole battle. His friends had things taken care of down below. He turned around and walked away from the broken end of the bridge he had been watching from. Voldemort was here in the castle, Harry could feel it. The evil emanating from the spire that once covered Dumbledore's chambers was a dead giveaway.

The brunette set off in a sprint towards the hideaway for the dark lord, but just as he was closing in the aura disappeared suddenly and reappeared not two feet behind him in the same instant.

"Looking for someone, Potter?" A snake-like voice that had become so familiar in the past seven years came from right next to his ear.

The teen spun around and swiftly drew his wand as a shiver ran down his spine. That voice... In a creepy way it turned the young wizard on; maybe it was because he could speak snake too. He looked into the creepy, icy blue eyes of his adversary, suppressing the tingle of excitement when he saw the older male smirk at him.

"I've missed you Harry, my darling."Voldemort purred as he wrapped his arms around the boy before him.

Harry melted into his embrace; there was no need to pretend when they were alone. For the past three years, the boy and the dark lord had been in a relationship. Harry had suspected that he felt something other than hatred for the older male a few years prior to their fateful meeting.

When they had met in the graveyard where Cedric Diggory had been killed, Voldemort had revealed that the whole reason he had even bothered to go through so much trouble to find the black haired boy was that ever since he had seen him as a baby he had known that he was his one and only soul mate. At that moment Harry had found a name for those emotions that he had felt: love.

Ever since then Harry had snuck out of the castle to meet Voldemort, and though it pained him to do so he had had to take up fake girlfriends to keep Ron and Hermione from suspecting anything. But it had worked better than the unlikely couple could have ever imagined, since everyone was convinced that Harry was going to kill the snake man.

Seriously, how stupid were they? There was no way Harry would ever try to hurt the dominant male; his magic was stronger than the teen's, and it wasn't like some bullshit would happen, like say, expelliarmus would end up deflecting Avada Kadavra. Snapping out of his thoughts, Harry looked up into the icy eyes that seemed to calm him and snuggled into the dark lord's cloak.

Harry frowned; his love's frame seemed to be thinner, more bony than before, even through the thick, warm material of the black robe. He looked up and sternly glared at Voldemort. "Have you been starving yourself again, Voldey?"

The bald man gave him a sheepish smile. "Sorry Harry, but things have been so hectic lately that there was no time to eat!" he said, giving the lamest excuse ever.

Harry sighed. He would have to keep a closer eye on the dark lord than he thought. But that didn't matter, he'd have all the time in the world to be with Voldemort once the war was over. The teenager snuggled back into the older man's robe and the duo turned back to watch the chaos of battle as it continued to rage beneath.