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Song- I'm With You by Avril Lavigne
I'm With You
I'm standin' on the bridge
I'm waitin' in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound
Isn't anyone tryin' to find me
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I… I'm with you
Harry sat at his usual swing on the playground at Mongolia Crescent. Every night for the past month he would come here to escape. He'd sit there until light tinged the sky. It was almost as though he was waiting for somebody, but no one ever came. Hell, even he wasn't sure what he was doing out there waiting and thinking.
Sometimes he cried out there. Tonight he did just that. It was raining hard and was oddly cold for a July night. But that didn't bother Harry or make him want to go indoors. It made him want to stay all the more. The cold was how he felt on the inside. The rain was how he felt outside. The weather mocked him cruelly.
I'm looking for a place
Searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
Cause nothing's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone
Isn't anyone tryin' to find me
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Tryin' to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I… I'm with you
The only sound to be heard on this night was the rain and the sobs of a sixteen year old boy crying his heart out because he had nobody. His sobs could barely be made out over the heavy rain but it seemed as though somebody heard him because footsteps sounded somewhere behind him. But the warning of a person approaching went unheeded as he was too lost in his own sorrow.
A hand being placed on his shoulder brought Harry to reality. Looking up, Harry couldn't see who the person was. A hand was offered, and though Harry didn't know who the hell that person was, he didn't care. He took the offered hand that seemed to offer some comfort in his depression.
Oh why is everything so confusing
Maybe I'm just out of my mind
Yea yea yea
It's a damn cold night
Tryin' to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I… I'm with you
Both were quiet as they walked somewhere; Harry didn't pay attention to where. They stopped several minutes later. Pulling Harry close, the stranger apparated away. Harry didn't struggle; he didn't want to be splinched and didn't care if he was killed by this man who was obviously a wizard.
A second later both were in a large room. The room was dimly lit. It appeared to be a throne room of sorts for there was a large throne like chair up against the far wall. It didn't take long for Harry to figure out where he was.
"Why don't you just hurry up and kill me?" Harry asked softly, brokenly.
"Because I don't think you really want to kill me," came the soft, hissing voice of Lord Voldemort.
"No."
Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I… I'm with you
I'm with you
There was silence for several minutes. Nothing really needed to be said. Harry knew that it was merely out of power that Voldemort saved him from his life of abuse and slavery and Voldemort knew that Harry would serve him because he needed somebody to care.
"I'm with you."
Voldemort smiled and turned the green eyed boy around to face him. Gently, Voldemort pressed a kiss to Harry's lips. Just as gently, Harry kissed back. They pulled back only seconds later.
"I'm with you," Harry repeated softly before crying in Voldemort's arms.
Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I… I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm with you…
A/N: This was really short. I'm not too happy with this story. It was really just to vent emotions.
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