Disclaimer: I don't think I see the ownership papers of Harry Potter lying around anywhere, do you?

Disclaim her: The punishment for treason is death.

Note: Out of character with: Harry, Voldemort…

Rating: M for Mature. Children, go away, I don't want to ruin your childhood.

Point of View: First

"speech" thoughts and/or mind speech (Harry and Voldemort) Parseltongue

I don't own the quote below.

A/N: Others can stop you temporarily, but only you can do it permanently.

Chapter 7: Coordination display

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It's been a couple weeks now and I've discovered that I like it at his Manor, for I've found that if you don't really want people to talk to you, they won't. And that makes me glad, because I like the silence and desolation his Manor provides me. It reminds me of death…when it's so quiet you want to scream. That only happens when he's away, but I don't tell him those kinds of things. I didn't want to make him paranoid again as I had just gotten rid of my knives and he was happy with that so he didn't worry about me as much as he was before, even though I told him there was nothing to worry about in the first place. Although, now that I think about it…I still have a couple knives left. Hm, maybe it won't be so bad after all.

Voldemort hasn't tried to make any more advances on me, if that's what you could call them. He plays with my hair when we're alone in his chambers sometimes and I don't particularly care as it relaxes me, but that's about as far I am willing to go. He knows that I don't feel comfortable half the time even showering with him in the next room for reasons that I will not give him. I…can't tell him when I still haven't come to terms with what happened in…there. It still causes me to shake in fear at what you did at points. He doesn't know about that…either.

At points I start to think he knows about a lot more things than he lets on with the way he happens to hint at things, but it's nothing more than that. Its just hints that make me a little bothered and I hate the fact that he can get me so flustered over it. Damn him.

I asked him after a couple of days of wondering on how he actually got a normal body and facial features. He still said that it was a Glamour and that he had had this kind of frame all along but I still don't believe him. I know he took some kind of potion. Liar.

I'm laying against his chest right now as he strokes my hair fondly just as he usually does when he comes back from wherever it is he goes for days at end. I've been toying with the idea of following him lately to see what he's been doing, but I haven't recovered all of my strength from my fever as of late. I'm tired out of my mind and I think he knows that as he makes to move me onto the bed to lay me down. A pathetic attempt at a protest makes its way to my lips as he sets me down.

I don't know why, but the fact that when he comes back to the Manor and he immediately comes to see me makes me smile at the absurdity. He shouldn't care as much as he does, if it's really care he's "feeling" for me. It's not worth it.

"Why isn't it?"

"Hm?" I murmur lazily as I slit my eyes.

"Why do you think that you're not worth my time?"

"Because I'm just a filthy whore." I reply unabashedly.

"Just because he took advantage of you-"

"You don't know the half of what he did, Tom."

"I know more than you think I do."

I place a rather bitter smile upon my features as I pull my glasses off the bridge of my nose and set them on the nightstand next to me. It's better when my gaze can be unfocused as it is now because then I don't have to see the pity in his ruby eyes.

"What exactly do you think you know?" I ask softly.

"That he raped you."

I make a reprimanding sound in my throat that catches his attention immediately. "Uh-uh. It's not rape when it's consensual."

"You consented with him?" The Dark Lord exclaims in astonishment that he can't conceal.

"Not exactly. I think what he did is called…what's the word…oh I remember now, manipulation. I believe you are familiar with the term, yes?" I reply with a vicious edge to my voice making it sound unfamiliar to my ears.

"Don't turn this on me."

"Oh, I'm not turning this on you, since you really have no part in this. Or, on second thought, maybe you do. I haven't really looked into your role in this, so if you have anything to say, I suggest you say something before I fly into a rage later on." I remark sharply. I can feel my eye twitch and I snicker to myself.

"Harry…" He warns in a low voice.

"No, you think you know what he did. But that's not quite the same as knowing what he did or feeling what he did or even remembering what he did every time you wake up. So I don't think you comprehend this situation fully. You want me to tell you?" There is a pause where my vision swims with ruby. Oh, I've gotten him riled, have I? Excellent.

"Hey, it's your mind you'll be defiling." A tiny, still sane voice in my mind told me to flee before this got dangerous, but it is quashed by the more reckless part that takes the risks and never looks back at the mistakes. Well…most of the mistakes.

"I think it started in first year, to be honest." I admit, as I tap my chin with a finger thoughtfully. "I think it really happened because I didn't know a lot about the wizarding world and I didn't know the customs that said that this was wrong."

"You were eleven."

"Case and point, Tom." I hear myself answering back as an image of myself slashing my wrist earlier that day came to mind. How strange…when did that happen?

"You couldn't have been that dimwitted Potter."

"I'm not now, but then…I truly was stupid." I respond with a touch of something that I can't quite recognize filtering into my voice. He says nothing to that and I smirk. He's such a liar at times that it reminds me of myself a little bit. "The first time, I remember hurt me worse than my how my scar burns and I bled all over his desk. As I think back to it, it was a little funny, to say the least. He got all flustered about his paperwork and I got anxious that he was going to punish me. Remember though, that I thought very highly of him at the time." I assure him as his temper flares. Just who is he mad at here? You or me? "He didn't apologize to me about hurting me, all he did was mutter a spell to clean up his desk and then told me that I was dismissed. I bled all the way out of there but no one saw me wandering through the halls, so it was okay. I think I lost about a pint of blood, more or less." As I continue on, the odd feeling of him embracing me comes to my thoughts but I shove it away. I will not have unclean thoughts about the Dark Lord for Merlin's sake!

"You want me to hug you?"

"NO!" I exclaim. Damn it, damn it, and damn it some more! How the heck is he moving around in my thoughts?

"I will, if you want."

"But I don't want to!" My voice rises in pitch dramatically.

"As you wish, Harry." He replies with no emotion embedded into his voice.

"You don't understand!"

"Really?"

"Really!" I cringe at my own words. Why do I have to sound so pathetic and like a typical teenager, for goodness sake?"

"Because you are a teenager Harry. It's what you're supposed to do."

"No, what I was supposed to do was live a normal life but with you always screwing it up and making my mother die for me made me the freaking SAVIOR of the wizarding world I don't think that was exactly possible, was it? I can't save myself, so how could I possibly be able to save anyone else? I didn't choose this, I didn't want this, but you caused this so don't you tell me how to act when you don't care, don't understand and never will."

"Having pity for yourself isn't going to get you anywhere with me, Harry."

"Who said I was planning on getting anywhere with you?"

"And you're also not going to get anywhere with that kind of attitude either."

"Shut UP!" I scream as my anger manages to reach boiling point.

"Don't raise your voice to me."

"I will do what I want! You're not going try to control me like he did! Don't you dare pull that superiority complex out on me or I'll do things to you that are worse than the Cruciatus!"

"You and what army Harry?"

The nearest thing next to me is hurled into where I suppose he is residing, as my glasses are snatched up from the bedside table. My glasses barely miss his skull and the lamp beside the glasses is thrown as well. It lands with a resounding crash somewhere farther off in the room as I feel his weight in the bed leave.

"Don't you walk away from me!"

"I'll do as I please Harry. You are the same as all the rest of the wizards, so stop making it seem like I should treat you any differently."

"You are though. You're treating me like a normal human being when I should be treated like the whore that I am!"

"Will you stop with that!"

"I'm only saying it because it's true." I murmur more to myself than to him. My temper calms itself slowly as his anger seems to grow.

"Stop it!" My vision clears somehow of it's own accord and I blink to find myself watching a memory of third year when I was talking to Lupin. That man had far less gray hairs then than he does now. He tried to stop my self-mutilation and abnormal behavior of torturing students in the hallways with curses that were just barely legal.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

My trance breaks as I look at the man before me with my glassy green chips of what were once bright and carefree emerald eyes. What is it about him that causes me to lose my edge of emotionless speech and causes me to react more than I have thought possible over the course of fifth year? It's not right, these things that he does to me when I'm not paying attention. He makes me feel strange inside, something that I haven't experienced before now. It's sickening.

"Harry, stop that, please, you're going to break skin."

I glance down to where his gaze is aimed and see my fingernails digging into my opposite arm with a vengeance. It's funny, since I don't appear to feel the pain that is usually connected to this action. How unusual.

"Stop it." He orders again and I feel the exact moment my nails break skin and unveil the crimson that lets me live. The warmth that is my blood trickles down my wrist and I smile in a miserable sort of way.

I am about to see how far my nails can dig into my wrist, but he snatches my arm in one swift movement and I don't protest. There isn't any heart to do so, as is. He's gently sliding his fingers over the spot where I bleed mercilessly and it heals in a blink of an eye. He intertwines our fingers, my smaller, tanned fingers almost engulfed by his larger, paler, more spider-like ones. I let out a sigh of half frustration, half contentment as he always manages to make me forget the things that I was angry at moments before as he also causes me to relax at the same time. I hate him.

Even though the thought to shove him away occurs to my fogged senses, I don't. He's giving me an odd sort of sensation that I can't explain again, just like he always does. It makes me irritated to some extent, but I find that I'm actually more distracted by his hand tracing lazy patterns into my palm. It's…making me severely aware that he and I have contact with our fingers. It sends a burst of shivers down my spine.

"Are you cold?"

He knows I'm not cold. Why does he ask for Merlin's sake?

"Hm…You're a bit warm though…" As he places his other hand on my forehead, barely beneath my scar, I shut my eyes. "Is your fever back by some chance?" He says as I find myself leaning into his body. I'm still so tired…what is this feeling that I am experiencing in my body that is increasing the longer the Dark Lord maintains contact with me?

It's different from the ones Voldemort is giving me right now. It makes me want to shed my skin, to keep removing my outer flesh until it comes off and forms a new, better skin. And it will be green, and green, and green…the shade of green will put my eyes to shame. I know of this and I am unable to explain it.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

I hadn't realized that I had moved away from his frame and am currently curled up into a fetal position. This is getting strange. Why can't I remember moving to where I am right now? I don't…understand this...

He settles my glasses that he somehow retrieved on my face and the contact is cold but warm at the same time as he lets his touch linger on me. I focus my eyes onto my arm and it looks as if it is turning green. I blink, but the color is still there and rapidly deepening. I quickly turn my gaze onto him in question but he looks as surprised/ horrified as I feel. What is this! I can distantly hear the voices in my mind telling me to relax, because this is going to hurt, but I don't comprehend the words.

My skin continues to turn an emerald green and I feel myself beginning to feel slightly lightheaded. The feelings that my body is experiencing aren't very bad until all there is is pain that goes on and on in an endless circle that makes me feel like my insides are being ripped from me. I have a vague notion that I'm screaming and screaming until my throat is hoarse but all I can concentrate on is the pain. I try to distance myself like I taught myself to do when you raped me but I can't as it breaks through all my barriers. All there is is hurt and I don't exactly recall myself passing from awareness until I find my name being called urgently.

Harry!

I blink open my eyes and I find that my vision had changed. It's in an assortment of colors. Really, this is strange. I raise my head with an effort and see Voldemort crouched down by my head.

Harry, are you all right? Answer me, please!

I shut my eyes and respond. Fine, Tom. I'm fine.

Are you sure that you're okay?

I'm fine. I lift my head and find that I can't feel my arms so I look down. I shriek in surprise but all that comes forth is hiss. I'm a snake!

You're actually a Basilisk. The Dark Lord says softly in Parseltongue.

But I don't have an Animagus form. I've tried to transform but I never got anywhere. It always hurt so I stopped trying. My tongue flickers out and I can taste the scent that is the Dark Lord. It's…not bad. The part of me that is reptilian wants to curl up beside the Snake King and submit to anything that he may desire but the part of me that is human stomps those emotions flat in sickening disgust. I will not have unreasonable thoughts about Voldemort!

He blinks as he looks at me in slight curiosity and brushes his fingers over the side of my jaw. This is getting creepy. Why can't I move away?

I close my piercing eyes that don't seem to have any effect on him. Now that's a pity. I had thought for once to have the upper hand, but no, there always has to be a side effect to whatever advantage that I may acquire.

But then again…the fact that I happen to be a snake at the moment presents some interesting upsides. I probably could rip his arm off right now and maybe his head. Oh, now that would be fun!

I'd rather you didn't try to kill me, as it will get you nowhere Harry.

How would you know, you bastard? I hiss in anger.

It doesn't matter. He replies and I rear up to half my over thirty-foot height as my temper flares dangerously. How tall is this room anyways?

Like hell it doesn't Tom!

I thought I told you that you shouldn't lose your temper.

I thought I told you to go to hell!

I don't remember that Harry. Perhaps you were thinking it?

Fuck you! I dive in as I attempt to make a strike at him but he steps aside so quickly, it makes me look really stupid as I slide about twenty feet and hit the opposite wall. Since when did the furniture get removed?

Maybe you should think about practicing that aim you have. It could use some improvement, as could your wandwork. He remarks absently.

Stop trying to provoke me!

This wouldn't be happening if you had some control over your emotions and didn't get riled over everything I said and did to you.

I do have control over my emotions! It's just with you- I break off suddenly and if I had hands, would have clamped them over my mouth.

Yes? He inquires, urging me to continue on.

I hate you! I respond instead.

I know you do. He sighs almost dejectedly to himself as he walks to the door. Yeah, sure. You can come out of here when you've calmed down.

Where are you going! You can't leave me like this! I don't know how to change back to my human form. I hiss in absolute anger that might have blown the windows off every room in the Manor had he not cast a barrier at the last moment. Damn him to wherever causes him everlasting pain.

I'm sure you can do it on your own, since you say me that you don't need my help.

I'm sure I can! Leave for all I care, I don't need you! I'll figure out a way to change myself back.

You need me more than you think, Harry. And with those last words, he walks out of the door, murmuring a complex locking charm as he goes.

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