They laid together, curled up impossibly close on the cramped single bed. The old house was silent, despite the dozen or so people currently living in it. They couldn't have been closer to each other if they tried, needing to feel completely surrounded by one another. Their bodies held tight in the dark, breathing in sync. Voldemort was making no moves and neither knew how long they had left together. So, for now, their arms wrapped around one another, bringing them into the only heaven they knew. And there they would remain until darkness and death ripped their souls apart.