Harry paced the all-too-familiar corridor. As he walked by the blank stretch of wall he thought the words; I need a place to be loved.
It was February the 14th, Valentine's Day, and Ginny Weasley had officially broken up with him in front of his entire Quidditch team. Apparently stalking her was bad. What did it matter? She was just another person who didn't appreciate him.
As he walked by the stretch of wall for the third time, thinking the same thought, a door appeared. It was the door to the Room of Requirement. Maybe here he could finally find some comfort.
Harry opened the door and entered the room, making sure to close the door behind him. The room didn't seem like anything special; a small place with blank walls and a tiny bed in the center. It reminded him of his cupboard under the stairs at the Dursley's house. That was the source of his never ending nightmares. He got chills remembering his uncle, Vernon, playing with him late into the night. Why couldn't anybody love him?
Harry stepped forward, unsure as to why the Room would bring him here. He lay down on the bed, loathing himself and all of his past lovers.
Just one good person to be mine. Somebody I can love and who will love me back.
Harry felt a shudder under the bed and curled into a fetal position. He pulled his wand out and pointed it around wildly. A dark figure crawled from under the little bed, scaring Harry.
"Expelliarmus!" shouted the figure before Harry could get a word out. Harry's wand flew from his fingertips and landed uselessly on the floor. The shadowy figure was that of a man. His voice was cruel. Harry knew this voice to well: Lord Voldemort.
The boy wizard had no courage. He was a heart broken fool and it would cost him his life. Harry was now hyperventilating.
"Our destinies are intertwined, Harry Potter," he said, "We are merely reflections of each other. My misery is your happiness. Your pain is my pleasure." Voldemort rose to his full height and pointed his wand and Harry. Fear over took the boy, who nearly passed out.
"Kill me then!" he managed to say. Harry accepted his fate. Obviously this was meant to happen.
"That would be too easy. Like I said, your pain is my pleasure," Voldemort looked deadly serious. "Anus Probus!" He shouted. Harry was not familiar with this spell, but before he could find out he felt a sharp pang in his anus. Before long it was like a jack hammer was working it.
"Just kill me!" he shouted. Voldemort simply stood there in a haze of ecstasy. Harry eventually passed out from this new exercise.
When he woke up he had a burning ass hole. He was tucked into the bed in the Room of Requirement, just like his uncle did when he was finished molesting him. Harry saw a box of assorted chocolates at the foot of his bed. He took reached for it and opened the lid. Inside was a note.
Be My Valentine – signed Voldemort. Harry gave a slight smile when he read the note. Somebody loved him. He sat there eating chocolates in rhythm to his throbbing asshole.
Happy Valentine's Day