Song: The Last Night - Skillet
You come to me with scars on your wrist
You tell me this will be the last night feeling like this
I just came to say goodbye
I didn't want you to see me cry, I'm fine
But I know it's a lie.
Harry sighed, resting against Voldemort: "I...need you to listen to me..." he said softly, looking around his dreamscape. He was beginning to hate reality, to hate himself because he wanted this perfectness instead of the corruption he dealt with during the day. He wanted Voldemort, and how long had it took before he would admit that to himself? A year...yeah, a year. A year of lustful meetings based on hate and sex. That's all it ever was. Then the talking began. Pillow talk, as Voldemort had so eloquently dubbed it, and everything shattered in his twisted reality.
This is the last night you'll spend alone
Look me in the eyes so I know you know
I'm everywhere you want me to be.
The last night you'll spend alone,
I'll wrap you in my arms and I won't let go,
I'm everything you need me to be.
That wasn't reality any more though, this was...well, partially. His reality was distrustful friends because of his dreams at night. Glares from everyone, now binding him to his duty to kill Voldemort instead of just expecting it of him. How was he to kill someone he...cared for? He couldn't, which is what made this so hard. Even though they weren't alive, he'd talk to his parents, looking for guidance. It was odd, very odd because even though every time Harry looked at him, he knew what he'd taken from him, he also knew what Voldemort had brought him. It kind of evened everything out. It a weird...bent type of way, but a way nevertheless. He told Voldemort so and relished in those arms tightening around him.
Your parents say everything is your fault
But they don't know you like I know you they don't know you at all
I'm so sick of when they say
It's just a phase, you'll be o.k. you're fine
But I know it's a lie.
"Always," it was a promise Harry knew the man would keep. He'd always, in some type of way, be there for Harry even though he shouldn't have been there at all.
"I wish I could have eternal sleep."
"You wouldn't have dreams though."
"Then, what's the point if I can't be with you? I survive my nightmares through the day and awake into my dreams at night. I'm sick of running, and of feeling guilty."
The last night away from me
The night is so long when everything's wrong
If you give me your hand I will help you hold on
Tonight,
Tonight.
Voldemort nuzzled his neck, taking a deep breath, "Mine," he murmured possessively, "the next time I hold you will be for real, this is your last night away from me."
"Honestly?" Harry asked, almost pulling away from the arms around him so he could see Voldemort's expression.
"Truly," the man whispered in assurance, "just don't do anything stupid and morbid while you wait. I rather like you a live."
'Harry looked away, guilty.
"You'll stop this nonsense now, Harry."
"Yes."
I won't let you say goodbye,
I'll be your reason why.
The last night away from me,
Away from me