A/N: Another dirty chappie for you all! XD. Also, once I've finished this story, I will be going under revision. So some things might be changed/edited/taken out, just to make the story a bit better and more understandable for everyone (also satisfying.)
I had questions about how the kids got where they were in Chapter 6 (Grimmauld Place) when in the book it was Arthur's attack that allowed them to go. Well, I had actually forgotten about that, so kudos to you for being so perceptive on that! XD. I came up with the idea that since the savior of the Wizarding World had gone missing for that time, and since Ron had seen Harry kidnapped, he would have assumed he was dead. And since Voldemort came into THE SCHOOL with almost no effort at all, all of the kids were sent home temporarily, and Ron, Hermione, Ginny, etc. all chose to go to the Headquarters, as that was where all of their families and allies were gathered at the time. Hope that clears that up. I hope to include it in the revision.
Also, about Snape: LOl, I know I'm drifting off character with him. It's just the way I like to portray Snape. But good ol' Sev will be back to his grumpy self soon, especially around Harry, once he realizes what's been going on. (Dumbledore surely would have told him by now after that last chapter - that is of course IF he told him. ;) )
I've tried to make the story more revolved around Harry/Voldemort and the diary more than the sub-plots (where the trio are at the time, what goes down when Harry's not around, etc.), but I realized those things are important, so I'll definately clear those things up for those who want to know.
Enjoy!
- Tainted Visions
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"If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world? Forget what we're told - before we get too old. Show me a garden that's bursting into life." - Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol.
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Chapter 21: Chasing Cars
"Harry, wake up."
Harry opened his eyes, meeting the ruby red of the Dark Lord's. He felt something soft and comfortable beneath him, and realized he was lying on a bed, his head throbbing painfully. He forced himself into a sitting position, and grasped his head. "My head hurts.."
"I would imagine so." Said Voldemort, sounding amused. "You had quite a burst of energy there."
This statement made Harry remove his hands from his head. "I had a burst of energy? I saw something come out of Dumbledore's wand!"
Voldemort shook his head. "The old fool, powerful as he is, would not resort to dark magic. He was trying to cast a hover charm on you, to get you away from me. However, it did not work. You had a burst of energy erupt out of you, and it was powerful enough to knock both Dumbledore and I off our feet. And dismantle my living room, might I add."
Harry looked around, noticing the mess that was the living room, but there appeared to be no sign of Dumbledore. "So Dumbledore's gone?"
Voldemort nodded. "Your blast must have been a reaction to the spell he was trying to cast on you and it knocked him out of here. The protective wards around my cabin broke, too - must put those back up." He stood, and raised his wand in a circular motion, and Harry knew he was reinforcing the protective wards.
"I'm sorry.. I should have had more control." Harry muttered, and he lowered his head as Voldemort finished the spells and turned to look at him.
"That was not your fault. You forget that the diary itself feeds off your anger and ushers whatever power you want to annihilate."
"Wait." Frowned Harry, and he sat up more forcefully. He had just remembered something. "The diary's not here."
Voldemort almost smirked. "It is, Harry. The book was in this room, but even if it were a distance away from you, even if you do not have it clutched in your hand, it's grown attatched to you, therefore you can act without it near you; It's like the electric charge on a battery."
"Oh." Said Harry, and he raised his knees to his chest, his eyes staring at the diary lying on the bedside table, and felt a slight pang of uneasiness. "So whatever I want to happen.. will..?"
"Yes." Explained Voldemort. "The only effect that proves a problem is your recurring injuries. We're lucky this was a minor incident."
"Yeah.." Mumbled Harry, looking back to his knees. "I don't know why.. I feel so angry.. so mad.. and I want to make them hurt.."
"Harry, look at me."
Gentle hands - cold but gentle - cupped under his chin, forcing his head up, and Harry looked up at the Dark Lord with sad eyes, as Voldemort gazed at him firmly. "They've hurt you, even if you don't realize it, but they have. Dumbledore's played you for fool and taken advantage of you. You're nothing more than his pawn in a war, Harry, this war. He wants you to be the one who dies, you to be the one who risks his life and gives it so others can live. I've told you that all along. Now you see it for yourself. He's never cared for you, if he did, he would not allow you to suffer so easily without trying to do something, anything, to stop it. He does not love or care for you. He feeds you the information, but gives you clues or hints to find the solution; He tells you things, but far too late; He hides things from you, and does not tell you because he feels you do not need to know. But you do. He's played you from the start, Harry, and he will continue to if you let him."
Harry said nothing, and Voldemort released his fingers, and ran them through Harry's jet-black hair. "You're too precious to be wasted. You.. you're the innocence I still strain to seek inside myself, the purity of a soul I have lost too long ago. I see.. all that I could have been, could be, in you, Harry Potter. You are my downfall, the bane of my existance, but you are also the only person who can make me feel like I do, in hatred and love, attraction and repelance; You, your precious soul, makes me feel. You make me alive, yet you make me dead. And if I am to die... I want you to forever be with me.."
And then Voldemort was kissing him, his tounge running deep down Harry's throat, and Harry all at once felt all of the frustration and anger discarding in the one thing he had strived for, wanted - though he hadn't admitted it until now - and he could not deny himself this desire. He kissed back, desperate and ferocious, wanting to feel, to feel alive within himself, and he wanted to feel the Dark Lord.
He was pushed back against the frame of the bed, eyes closed, his hands running up Voldemort's robes as the man forced himself on top of him, and Harry made no effort to stop it. He wanted it, he wanted to feel his body with Voldemort's, to actually feel the attraction between them and not just hear or see it. He needed to feel. Groaning, he threw his head back as Voldemort broke the kiss and began carassing Harry's neck with his skeletal fingers, running along the jawline before stroking his cheeks, then backward near his hair-line. He panted, liking the feel of Voldemort's hands on him, and this time instigated the kiss, knocking the Dark Lord onto the bed and falling on top of him, Harry's feet hitting the bedframe.
Voldemort's hands were crawling up his back, feeling the texture of Harry's skin and he returned the compassion in Harry's kiss with more ferocity, pulling Harry's shirt over his head and temporarily breaking it before resuming it. Harry groaned again, this time louder, getting hot. Sweat was pouring down his head, and he felt as if he were about to burst, wanting to break free, and gasped. Voldemort broke the kiss, pulling back Harry's bottom lip momentarily before releasing it, and he growled and threw the boy off of him, shoving him back, and he pushed himself forward onto Harry, again the aggressor. Now that he had started, he could not stop.
He unbottoned his shirt, ripping them hem in the process, and threw it aside, revealing a smooth, clear chest that Harry brought his hands to, just wanting to feel the Dark Lord's body. Voldemort grinned at him, and again imposed a kiss, hard and forceful, and Harry winced jerkily as Voldemort licked at the inner walls of his mouth, and drew blood from Harry's gums. He retracted, licking Harry's blood from his red lips, and Harry stared at him, green eyes filled with desperation and need, and he stared into red eyes that reflected the same desires. They were in the same place, wanting the same things, both vulnerable and unable to stop it, to think better of it - they had entranced eachother, and that was all that mattered, now.
Harry moaned as Voldemort moved his hands torwards Harry's pants, running the ends of the fingers tenderly on the thighs, moving gradually further down until he reached the bulge. Looking into Harry's face, seeing the desire in those brilliant green eyes, he continued, and Harry moaned loudly as Voldemort finally touched him. Giving no hesitance to Harry, he unbuttoned the boy's jeans, and ripped them off, leaving Harry only in his underwear. His hands moved to his own pants and he quickly unfastened them, removing the boxers with them. Harry's eyes lightened in pure ecstacy, and he again pushed himself on top of the boy, removing the briefs as their bodies collided, both panting heavily with pleasure as the kiss returned, naked and exposed.
After a moment, Harry broke the kiss, staring into the Dark Lord's face, the eyes still shining with the want and need like Voldemort's own. This was evident in his voice, low and pain-filled, soft and betrayed. "I'll be with you.. I'll be with you forever. I.. I always.. denied.. everything. I can't deny this, I.. I want you.. I need you.."
"Yes, Harry." Whispered Voldemort, planting a kiss near Harry's collarbone. "We're two of a kind, you and I. Forget whatever Dumbledore has told you - about the prophecy, your destiny, the Wizarding World, us. He cannot feel what we feel; No one can understand. They will not allow it. But we don't have to listen to them. We're all eachother ever needs.. you know you can no longer run from me. You can no longer escape my grasp, because you were always in it. You were always mine, always mine to have and to taste, and to want; I have been your's. Such a perfect, idea connection you and I have. A connection we cannot throw away or disregard. You know now you belong to me. Be mine, now and forever, Harry.."
"I'm your's." Gasped Harry, as Voldemort tossed his legs aside, shoving Harry onto his back. "I'll forever be your's. I always was.."
Voldemort leaned near Harry, so that their faces were merely inches apart. "Forget the world, forget Dumbledore, forget everyone. Just revel in me, lose yourself in me.." He shoved himself into Harry, and Harry did not gasp or shriek in pain; He sighed, in content, it seemed, and grasped at Voldemort's lower lip, wanting to taste more of the man before him, and Voldemort obliged.
Again, they were breathing eachother's breaths of life, drinking in the other like water, tasting eachother like desert, and drawing the sanguine life out of the other like flowing red blood, feeling the farthest point of feeling there was, each one losing themselves inside the other. Two sworn enemies, now two lovers, bound to hate and now bound to attraction, a mixture of good and evil, of innocence and an innocence lost, purity and taint smearing upon the souls like blood on walls. A stain, a spot, a imprint like a scar on a forehead, a prophecy, a soul connected to the other like the minds, entwined so neither could escape the other's grasp.
Voldemort pulled out of Harry as the boy's eyes slid drowsily, and Voldemort wrapped him into his arms as Harry fell into the slumber of sleep, feeling the spark of something he could not identify inside of him like the flicker of flame on a candle. The feel of Harry's body still lingered upon his, the taste of Harry's life, his blood, ever more apparent, and the stain of sin still etched like the names on a gravestone.
A stain that neither could erase.
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Had A LOT of fun with this chapter. Though I was both exhilarated and creeped out by it. LOL. Hope you liked, nevertheless.
- Tainted Visions