Disclaimer- don't own harry potter, nor do I own phantom of the opera. No money is made off this story.

Author's note- this is slash, don't like don't read.

Chapter 3

Erik and Harry soon developed a strange sort of relationship, it was very clear to Erik that Harry didn't know what he should feel. While it was clear that Harry was grateful to Erik for saving him, Harry didn't know what to make of the man. He didn't know Erik's motives for saving his life, while Erik had saved his life there was no life debt which was a very strange thing. Harry knew for a fact that there should be a life debt, that he should be serving Erik until the life debt was filled. After all it was the only way that Harry knew how to fill the debt, and with him being magically drained he didn't know if he could find another way to try and find a way out of his new found home. Harry wasn't blind there was a darkness to Erik, a darkness that called to him. It was strange, after battling Voldemort for so long he thought that darkness wouldn't appeal to him. Yet here he was in Erik's home surrounded by darkness, a darkness that only Erik gave off. Harry didn't know whether to be aroused or terrified.

Harry was sure that Erik was planning something, he just didn't know what and if Harry being truthful he wasn't sure if he wanted to know. But then again he could be blindsided by Erik if he didn't figure out what the other man wanted, then again Harry wasn't sure if he knew what he wanted. When he woke up Erik would have his arms wrapped around him, and when he did that Harry felt like he belonged. That he was meant to be in Erik's arms, which was confusing and strange Harry had never felt like that about anyone. Not even Ginny, and they had supposedly been 'destined' for each other Harry had thought that it was a load of bullshit. The only being who could tell if someone was destined for each other was mother magic, and she was not someone who people would upset.

After all it was magic that had gave them their powers, it was magic that allowed them to live for so long. Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to find out if he and Erik were meant to be, he had never put much faith in destiny and fate. Not after the life he had lead, if he had been a lesser man than Harry knew that he would have broke a long time ago. As it was he was much stronger than anyone thought, he had seen things that would haunt most people. Instead he had shrugged it off and got on with his life, it was all he knew.

But that didn't mean that he was just going to allow Erik to go through with what he planning, not if those plans involved him. He had survived for so long, he wasn't about to roll over and show Erik his belly. Still he would see just what Erik had planned, and if Erik had anything then he would try and destroy what plans Erik had made.

"There you are Harry."

Harry turned and looked at Erik, gold eyes were looking at him, there was something in those gold eyes that set his blood alight. Green eyes met gold in some sort of silent battle, a battle that Harry lost by looking away.

"Didn't go very far Erik, not with how slowly I am healing."

Something flashed through Erik's eyes, far too quickly for Harry to try and find out just what it was. But that was a problem for another time, all thoughts flew from his head as Erik sat down beside him. While he could move Harry found that he couldn't move very far, the most he could walk without getting tired was the living room. Harry was grateful that Erik had a large couch in the living room, but that didn't explain why Erik had chosen to sit right next to him.

It wasn't that he was ungrateful to Erik, he was very grateful to the other man. It irritated him that he didn't know just what Erik's motives were, just as Harry went to speak he found a pair of lips pressed against his own. Harry didn't think he just acted, he parted his lips and allowed Erik better access to his mouth. When Erik pulled away Harry was left a panting flushed mess, Erik smirked and left the blushed, as he looked at Erik's departing form. Well he had been complaining that he hadn't known the other man's motives, and now he did. Harry touched his lips and found that for some reason he couldn't stop Harry didn't know that Erik was watching him, from a hidden passageway in his own home it had been made as an escape tunnel should anything happen. Gold eyes burned with hunger and fire as he looked at Harry sat there touching his lips, on one hand he was happy that only he had kissed Harry. But on the other there was something darker at work and Erik could feel it, it chilled the very air. Erik knew deep down that he should heed the warning that he was getting, and he had listened even though he tended not to the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as if he was being watched.

A feeling that he was not used to as he was normally the one that would do the watching, the feeling of being hunted was not a feeling that he liked or enjoyed. Still he had a wonderful view, and even though he felt like he was being watched he still couldn't take his eyes off Harry. His sweet angel who was asleep on the couch, Erik moved from the passage way he needed to put his angel back on the bed. Erik carefully and quickly picked Harry up and carried him to the bedroom, while he was still angry over the fact that Harry was still far too thin and light Erik knew that once Harry was well again he wouldn't be able to carry him like this so Erik was going to enjoy it for as long as possible. As soon as Erik had made his way into the bedroom he carefully placed Harry on the bed, while he had made a small misjudgement before he had picked Harry up he would try and change that now. Making sure that Harry was safe on the bed he walked round to the other side and pulled the cover down slightly, Harry moaned slightly in pain Erik looked at Harry and wondered what sort of dreams he was having after all they wouldn't be very pleasant.

But there was other things on his mind, such as how was he going to keep Harry with him? Erik wasn't blind and nor was he stupid he knew that when Harry was fully healed he would want to go and explore, something that Erik didn't want because if Harry left him then there was no telling who he would meet and someone would be able to steal his angel from him, his Harry. Erik looked at Harry who was calmly sleeping in the bed, the covers twisted around his body and his head resting on Erik's pillow, it was a sight that warmed his heart in ways that Erik didn't really understand but he was glad for it in some ways and in others it confused him. While his thoughts were chaotic and were on the verge of giving him a headache he knew that he had to think about them, that he had to consider each and every option.

Erik watched as Harry tossed and turned, it didn't matter when Harry slept he still had nightmares, be it day or night. Erik wished that Harry could go to sleep and have happy dreams, not nightmares that left him scared and frightened. It wasn't the first time that Erik wished he could get his hands on the people that did this, his blood boiled when he thought about what they had done to Harry. When he had killed his own mother that had been out of self defense not cold blooded murder, yet here he was wishing that he could kill them all with his bare hands. A dark and chilling thought, yet one that he would act on if he could. Erik went to go and leave the room but the sound of Harry's pained moans and pleading caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

"I didn't do it! You can't keep me here!"

Erik clenched his hands so hard that his knuckles turned white and his nails began to bite into his skin and cause his palms to bleed, Harry screamed and Erik found that he could take no more in two quick strides he was by the bed. Erik hesitated for a minute unsure if Harry would appreciate him being in the same bed as him, but then again they had shared a bed before and Harry had no issues with it then, so why would he have one now? Erik climbed into the bed with Harry uncaring about the fact that he still had his boots and clothes still on, he had more pressing matters to attend to. Erik wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him close to his own body, he hoped that the fact that he had a heartbeat and was warm would help bring Harry out of whatever nightmare he was having. Erik waited for the punch to the face or elbow to the gut but it didn't happen, instead Harry's cries died down into whimpers and he snuggled into Erik's chest.

Possessiveness began to course through Erik, Harry was his and his alone no one was going to get his hands on Harry, and if he had his way no one would even know that he existed. No one was ever going to take Harry away from him, Erik wouldn't let them Harry was his angel, HIS! As his thoughts raged Harry had wrapped his arms around Erik and snuggled deeper into the warmth, he felt safe. But perhaps if he knew the truth then maybe he wouldn't have felt safe with Erik.

But then again we all need a light to brighten up the darkness.