Chapter 2: Voldemort's POV
Voldemort snarled at the feeling that kept hitting his thoughts that wasn't his. For some reason he knew it was Potter - the culprit - but he couldn't understand how and why. Sure, the lad did see someone die before him and got attacked by the Cruciatus Curse, but was it really to the extreme that Dumbledore's Golden Boy started to enter into a depression? Why would the lad contact the Dark Lord of all people instead of his friends?
He'd seen the Dementors, of course. The idiots had dared to attempt at attacking his boy. They had paid the price - just like his followers had learnt that only Voldemort touched Harry Potter.
I must not tell lies
Voldemort frowned as he could clearly see the words written with blood, no better yet wounds written on the back of a hand like a... blood quill. Narrowing his eyes Voldemort forced his mind yo follow the link and there it was, the pink room, cat portraits, blood quill and Potter's attention on the blood dropping from the back of the hand. Voldemort wanted to snarl to take control of the body and... he tensed at feeling the morbid desire to watch the blood rolling down the skin. Yes, the Dark Lord killed for a living... but he didn't get excited at his own blood - that was just plain wrong.
He didn't need to be inside the young wizard's mind to know what he was thinking next. He may want the lad dead, but there was a limit about how much to push a single teenager - and Voldemort knew, he did it for a living!
When he felt the lad cut his wrists he hissed, never been so angry of his inability to enter the school, and forced his mind in the boy's mind and took control before the lad could stop him. He didn't care he caused him pain, reasonings justified the meanings. When he was certain the lad wouldn't bleed to death, he made him dress and go to Hogsmead undetected - he would have to take a look into that map and invisibility cloak on a later day - and, as soon as the lad was out of Dumbledore's protection, he apparated, picked him up and secured him away.
He didn't know how they had a connection and if Harry could also take control of him - although not with those weak occlumency wards he had. The Dark Lord wondered as he laid the lad on his own mattress - forcing a blood potion down his throat - if his old Transfiguration Professor knew how serious the lad was to the point of joining the dark with nothing but a simple words of acknowledge...
Then again, Dumbledore was closed minded to anything out of normal - even if he did saw anything wrong, he wouldn't be able to see anything wrong with it. It had been proven with Voldemort's neglect, Severus' abuse and, now, Harry's neglect at his muggle family not to mention the emotional abuse (which Voldemort knew to be ten times worse than any physical abuse) at the hands of both family and students alike.
The dark wizard finished undressing the lad and started taking care of his wounds, green eyes following his every move behind round glasses. That just showed how bad the lad was, the Harry he'd expected to fight was a lot more vivid and fierce - this one? he wouldn't even care if Voldemort attempted rape.
