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Harry, when he had agreed to the newfound odd relationship that he and his husband had, knew that he would have to give a lot of himself up. His body, his heart, and his soul would be the toys and entertainment at the hands of his spouse, the Dark Lord. He had known and yet, Harry Potter found himself heaving into the toilet in their rooms, crying hysterically. That bastard had planned it! Voldemort had known that he couldn't just stand by and watch that woman be tortured! And yet…and yet...What could he do? He was still being tortured for running away. Every night he was punished again and again until he could take no more and he begged for it to end. The expression in those crimson eyes when he finally broke down and cried for an end was something that he would never forget. Harry gave another pitiful sob while he remembered the horrific events from just a few moments ago.

Harry sat on Voldemort's lap, being away from his son making him itch to go back to him. This needed to be done though. He had to make a public appearance. It was what they had agreed on and he would be damned if he went back on his deal now. The Death Eaters, with the exception of Severus Snape who had been his physician during his pregnancy, had apparently been told that their lord had a consort but not who it was. They had all thought him dead as well. Now, though, his appearance had caused quite a stir amongst the Dark Lord's forces. Voldemort had even encouraged his servant's gossip.

"This is my Consort. Know his face. Spread the news to the rest of the Wizarding World. Their Savior is tainted and stands at my side. He has given me an heir. Let all of them know and despair." He ordered with a wicked grin.

Voldemort worked his fingers into Harry's hair, slowly massaging his scalp, much to the boy's body's enjoyment. Harry found himself slowly relaxing against his Master and closing his eyes. Those emerald eyes snapped open when he heard the screams. Macnair and Mulciber were dragging a naked woman in by her hair, laughing and kicking her as they entered. She was thrown roughly onto the floor before their lord.

"Emily Vance, you are here for one purpose and one only. You are the squib twin sister of a woman in the ministry that has opposed us for long enough. Your death will inevitably destroy her. Begin!"

Shade stirred silently but for once, Harry felt no emotions coming from the soul piece. His own heart had grown cold with fear. Macnair slammed her head into the floor when her screams finally became annoying. Mulciber laughed greedily, licking his lips and unzipping his pants. Harry felt his breakfast threaten to come up. No. No, no,no,no,no,no! He couldn't watch this! Not this! He couldn't watch it happen to anyone else. Voldemort had apparently heard his heavy breathing. He could hear himself beginning to hyperventilate and the small whimpering sounds that issued from him at the sight on the floor. All of the other Death Eaters were watching the woman, except one. One man with eyes black as oil spills and greasy black hair. Harry jumped from his Master's lap and ran from the room, the sounds of shrieking and laughter following him to the nearest loo.



Shade was whispering in his mind. Harry couldn't make out what it was but he could catch a few bits of sentences. The rest just seemed like jibberish in his mind.

'…Coming…He's coming…Sent…Help you…Not so bad…'

Harry heard the door open with his conscious mind but he was no longer fully conscious. At least, not using that half of his mind. His eyes were glazed and he was seeing things as if he were inside a rainbow. Colors moved in and out of his vision, over everything. Some things glowed brighter than others or different colors. A man stood in the doorway of the bathroom. Severus Snape. Death Eater. Potions Master. Shade hissed in his mind but the sound came form his own mouth instead. This was not how it usually was. The realization brought the fear back and his eyes dilated. His and Shade's thoughts seemed to be meshing together in one only half coherent jumble.

'Betrayer! The insolence! He betrayed Dumbledore! How dare he come into my rooms without permission! Kill him! Punish him! HURT HIM!'

He didn't know where the blade in his hands came from but he didn't stop to think about it. As soon as it materialized in his hands, he swung at the man with all of his might, putting all of his rage into the attack. Snape jumped back, dodging every swing of the blade. His eyes were wide and fearful but angry as well.

"Potter! What the hell are you doing?!" Snape yelled, but it didn't halt the teen in the least.

Harry was just about to take the final swing, the last coup de grace that would cleave the man's head in two, when he was dragged backwards from behind, thin fingers forcing him to release the blade.

"Shade, you are being very naughty-" Voldemort chided but when he looked down and realized that it was in fact Harry who had attacked the man, he was floored. "Harry?"

Snape sat on the floor, panting and confused. He stood reluctantly. Harry was shaking visibly against his Master's chest.

"Severus, leave." He ordered in nothing more than a whisper.

The potion's master hurried to his feet and practically ran from the room. The Dark Lord surveyed his Consort thoughtfully, assessing his condition. It was clear that Harry had been ill for he was still pasty and cold sweat covered his neck. But what that had been…How had Harry been able to manifest Shade's personal weapon? It should have been impossible. His green eyed lover looked up at him fearfully as if expecting punishment for his outburst. Voldemort ran a cool hand over his hot face gently and silently.

"Sleep, Harry. Sleep" He whispered in parsletongue, "You will not be punished tonight. Shade, I need to speak with you."

Harry's body seemed to ripple in his arms as the teenager obeyed his order and Shade came to the forefront. His soul piece was still and quiet today. It was unusual. Shade walked over to the 

window and looked down at his Death Eaters' children training on the lawn. He sneered. Voldemort could feel his bad mood from across the room.

"Severus entered our territory uninvited. How tragic that we missed his head." He hissed.

The Dark Lord frowned and walked over to take his arm firmly.

"What's wrong? It isn't like you to be so…brash."

Shade just shook his head angrily, tapping his fingernails against the window.

"I'm just annoyed is all. I have a lot of stress put on me. Not just myself but my form too. Harry as well." He admitted and scrapped his nails down the window pane.

Voldemort didn't seem to notice but instead stared at his soul piece intently. There was something going on here and he did not enjoy being uninformed. Shade turned from the window to stare at his creator.

"Stress?"

He nodded.

" Harry's personality and I are merging. The boundaries between us are becoming thinner by the day. Our personalities are becoming one. I will still be here but it will be as a part of him. Soon, there will be no difference between him and me. It will bring the two of you closer though. It will make it easier for him to adjust to his new lifestyle. His willing submission." He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. "I'm just not sure what the separation will do to his already fragile mind. The separation anxiety…Harry has not been alone in so long. I fear that without me he may suffer a meltdown when we both merge. He will depend on you." Shade explained and watched the man's crimson eyes light up in understanding.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes."

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