Together

Prompt: What if Harry hadn't died in the Forbidden Forest in the Battle for Hogwarts?

Warning: LVHP, NOT TRHP. This is going to be pure serpentine goodness. Will be rated M in later chapters. The first multi-chap fic I've written in years due to writing books, so bear with me. Writing someone else's characters after writing your own for so long is strange.

I don't own any of this stuff other than the 'plot', which I am sure has been done before. All characters belong to JK Rowling. What a Goddess.

Chapter 11: Mindfulness

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Harry woke up, sweating, his voice hoarse. Tears were flowing freely from his face, and he didn't even understand why. The man in his dream had had a kind face, and watching him die, being sucked into that silent veil, was traumatising, but he didn't get why.

Who was that man? Why was he so upset about his death? Had he killed him? Harry had a feeling that he had been the cause for the man's death. A death he apparently didn't deserve, or it wouldn't be haunting Harry.

Or would it regardless? He wasn't like Voldemort; he didn't have nerves of steel. He was sensitive. There were a few people he thought he could kill, like Bellatrix, but anyone else he thought would cause him overwhelming guilt.

For some reason, he had a feeling that Bellatrix had been involved in the man's death.

'Just make the nightmares stop!' Harry thought to himself, not expecting a reply.

'I would if I could. I don't like to see you in pain'. Came the reply, and Harry jumped. He knew the voice.

'How are you in my head?'

'I told you, Harry,' Voldemort started from three rooms down. 'You're special. We have a bond, a connection, that allows me to see into your mind. And I can allow you to see what I see too. What was the nightmare about this time?' He asked, sounding genuinely concerned. He didn't even know if he was or not.

'It was a man.' Harry stated. 'Being pulled into a veil. And it was silent. And he was staring at me. I killed him. Or someone else did. But I think it was me.'

There was a sudden knock on his door, and the Dark Lord entered, sitting on the side of Harry's bed as he had the night before. Harry grabbed at his hand, studying the veins he could see under the Dark Lord's skin.

Voldemort had to think quickly. Harry's dreams were giving him his memories back piece by piece. That had to stop.

"That was Bellatrix's cousin, Sirius Black. He was one of your kidnappers. Bellatrix hated him, and the two of you worked together to bring him down."

"Okay, but…"

To stop Harry talking about Sirius any further, Voldemort captured his lips for the second night in a row. Harry was immediately silenced, and although finding it pleasant as his attraction to Voldemort grew, Harry was also annoyed.

Something was very wrong. This Sirius figure may have been the key to finding out what they were keeping from him. Harry probably would have accepted the explanation without a second thought, however, the Dark Lord had accidentally slipped up.

Harry still didn't know much about himself or his life, but he knew that Voldemort was lying.

He still wasn't going to break the kiss over it.

Voldemort found the feeling positively addictive. He loved the feel of Harry's soft lips, his little gasps for breath, how soft Harry's hair felt in-between his fingers. He loved the tiny moans. Harry was just so lovely…

No, he couldn't get lost in those thoughts. Harry was a pawn in his plan, nothing more. He had too much to worry about besides a relationship with the boy. Not that he would even consider it. He was the Dark Lord, he was going to rid the world of Muggleborns and punish the Wizarding World but…

…Harry was so very pretty.

They finally separated after a good ten minutes of testing each other's reactions and wants. Harry was panting, and Voldemort himself seemed to have enjoyed. It. He hugged Harry and settled him down again to sleep.

"Voldemort?" Harry asked.

"Yes?"

"Why are you lying to me?" Harry asked. Voldemort froze.

"What do you mean…?"

"Me and Lestrange work together? Even I know that's not a possibility." Voldemort sighed and ruffled his hair.

"I'll explain in the morning. Go to sleep, Harry."

"No more lies. We talk in the morning." Harry stated. "Agreed?"

Voldemort hesitated. His stupidity had caused his plans to come into jeopardy.

"Agreed. I'll see you in the morning." He left the room without another word.

Things were going to start getting difficult.

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Hi. Same day again. This one's shorter, but there's going to probably be a longer one coming up after the next chapter, so I'm getting ready for that.

I hope you're enjoying the story!

-Alistair