A/N: sooooo sorry for the wait. But life has this way of fucking up when everything is going to be chilled. So your getting three chapters at once as an apology so with no further ado, on with the story….

Harry jumped out of bed instantly, where the house elf grabbed his hand and apperated him to the injured dark lord.

Harry stared in shock at Voldemort, who was lying half naked in the middle of a king-sized bed, writhing in agony. Nagini was poised next to him, ready to kill those who had hurt her master.

'What happened? What's the matter with you? What do you need?'Harry hissed to the dark lord.

'Dumbledore, pain, curse, duel, pain' was Harry's only reply as the Dark Lord hissed random words back at him, seemingly unable to form a sentence.

'I need to know what curse. I can't stop the pain unless you tell me how' Harry replied desperately.

'Potion. In draw, will stop pain. And make sleep. Will help. Please.' The Dark Lord begged.

'There's a potion in the draw' Harry practically shouted at the house elf

The elf didn't even bother replying, instead magically opening the draw and summoning the potion to pass to Harry.

Harry went over to the Dark Lord and poured the potion down his throat carefully. Voldemort stopped moving instantly and began breathing normally again. As his eyes began to close he looked at Harry and hissed 'stay'.

Harry didn't even get a chance to reply as the potion took hold and the Dark lord lost conciseness.

The next morning Harry awoke with a stiff neck. He stretched and looked around as the events of the night before came back to him. The Dark Lord seemed to be sleeping naturally, no longer under the influence of the potion and seemed in much better shape than the night before. Nagini was curled up by his side. As Harry approached the bed he could see Voldemort's body much more clearly than the night before. It was smeared with blood and littered with scratches, although thankfully none of them appeared to be very deep. As if on cue a house elf appeared with a bowl of water and a sponge and a pot of salve. It approached the bed and began carefully smearing the salve over the cuts, which began to heal before Harry's eyes.

Harry stepped forward. 'Here, let me' he muttered, taking the salve from the elf and carrying on the work it had been doing. He had healed around half of the cuts when the Dark Lord awoke.

'How are you' Harry asked when he noticed the Dark Lord was awake.

'Better, thank you' Voldemort replied hoarsely

Harry continued healing the cuts on his chest while Voldemort stared at him.

After a while the Voldemort asked 'why are you doing this'

Harry immediately stopped what he was doing. 'I'm sorry, I'll stop if you want me to, I just…' he trailed off.

'No it's not that, I just meant, well why do you want to help me?' Voldemort asked uncertainly, 'I mean, after all I've done to you, wouldn't you be happier if I died? Then you wouldn't have to stay here'

Harry looked at the Dark Lord for a moment, putting the salve down and beginning to wash away the blood with the sponge the house elf had left for him.

Finally with a final look at Voldemort he said 'No. I want to be here. I like it at the manor; it's not the Dursley's, I don't have anyone hitting me or making me into there house elf, I have a proper bed. Plus I don't have to worry about everybody turning their back on me or worshiping me because I'm the bloody boy who fucking lived.' Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair 'and I like spending time with you' he admitted finally, blushing.

Voldemort looked surprised at this revelation, but smiled slightly. 'Good, because I'm glad you're here to' he replied.

Since that night a lot of things had changed at the manor for Harry. First, he was spending a lot more time with Voldemort. He now read in the Dark Lords study instead of the library and took lunch with as well as dinner. Voldemort had said that Harry was welcome to have breakfast with him as well, if he was willing to get up before six, at which the teen had snorted and told Voldemort to 'fuck off'. Second, and most importantly in Harry's eyes, one morning just after Harry had eaten breakfast (at a reasonable time, thank you very much), Voldemort had gone to his desk and brought out a familiar stick of holly. Harry had also been informed that the wards on the manor were strong enough for him to do magic under without it registering at the ministry at which Harry had beamed so brightly it lit up the room. Thirdly, the Dark Lord had offered to personally train Harry, telling him that there was absolutely no way he was going to allow anyone to wander around with a piece of his soul inside them with out being able to properly. Harry had training sessions from 5-7 pm, then would go and shower before going to dinner. The sessions were exhausting; physically, mentally and magically but he was advancing quickly.

In his first session, the Dark Lord had made Harry perform spells to test his current ability. Harry had performed two spells, when Voldemort had told him to stop looking confused. He had then walked around him, muttering what sounded like nonsense and waving his wand. He had then stopped in front of Harry, sending a shot of purple light at the teen and then stared at him in shock. Voldemort's red eyes flashed dangerously and he had lifted his wand and blasted a hole in the wall behind Harry's head. Harry had looked at the wall and by the time he had looked back Voldemort had stormed off, muttering about 'bloody bastard headmasters' and 'shoving blast ended skrewts up certain parts of aforementioned headmasters body'.

Harry had quickly hurried after Voldemort, following him to a library put the one near his room to shame. Voldemort was waving his wand in intricate patterns and the books seemed to be rearranging themselves until finally one flew into the Dark Lords hand. He flicked through the pages at alarming speed stopping at a page about half way through a quickly reading.

He turned to Harry and said 'stay very still'

Harry looked very confused but nodded his head.

The Dark Lord began waving his wand again, but this time Harry could literally see the magic surrounding the two of them. It sparked off Voldemort, crackling in the air around them and settling on Harry. After about five minutes of chanting, the Dark Lord summoned up a final surge of magic sending it at Harry. It felt like his body was on fire. Every inch of him burned and there was a pounding in his ears. He could feel the magic rushing through his veins, his muscles and bones felt like they were stretching inside of him and then just as suddenly as it had started it stopped. Harry's head swam and he fell backwards as he lost conciseness.

A/N2:

Your input- I have some ideas for both pairings and whose going to join Harry and Voldy (please don't curse me). But…. If you want something to happen, I need to know. I wont be able to do everything but I will try to stick to what you want as much as possible.