Harry is an awful lot like Molly Weasley and do you know what Voldemort needs?
"Oh, your cheeks are so hollow! You look like a stick- have you not been eating at all?" Harry fluttered his hands as he took in Lord Voldemort's new appearance.
Voldemort rolled his eyes. "I've been possessing a stillborn child, so no, I haven't been eating."
"Oh that poor child," Harry began to sniff.
"Poor me! I had to survive off berries and I wore the same unwashed rags for months-"
"No!" Harry gasped, looking physically sick.
"Yes."
"I just- I-" Harry couldn't even muster up the words to describe how he felt. It was just so horrifying.
"I never had any love as a child." Voldemort choked out. "I was raised in an orphanage alone. And every night I'd cry to myself because no one cared-"
"Oh my poor dear," Harry cooed softly. "I care." Harry pulled the Dark Lord into a tight hug, rubbing slowly on his back. This poor man had never had any hugs. If he'd just had someone to tuck him in at night then maybe he wouldn't be so evil-
And then Harry spotted Voldemort's smirk, reflected on a marble tombstone.
Harry pulled away slowly, taking deep breaths to control himself. "How. Dare. You." Harry spoke in punctuated anger keeping a tight grip on Voldemort's arm. "Did you think I could be fooled that easily? Did you think I was naive?"
Voldemort looking worriedly up at the gathering storm clouds in the sky and cowered away from the furious Boy-Who-Lived. "No- I mean I-"
"You have no respect!"
Voldemort nodded frantically.
"Do you know what young whippersnappers like you need?"
"…No?"
"Chores. Lots and lots of them. Oh just you wait. I'll have you clearing out the chicken pens, dicing the onions, degnoming the garden, washing up... you need love, young man. Good, firm love."
Voldemort squeaked as he was dragged away.
Wormtail sniggered. "Rather him than me."
