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Harry was senseless under the influence of the painkillers and Lord V took the opportunity to kiss him more. He traced his finger over the scars on Harry's back and the sense of self-loathing returned to him. He had been unable to protect him and even though he had exacted revenge, it had done nothing to decrease it. His gaze took in the cuts on Harry's arm and he brushed his lips against them reverently. He was going to make the order pay for this.
He trailed feathery soft kisses down Harry's body. He felt him, touched him and confessed all his transgressions to Harry all night long. And when dawn broke, he felt as if a huge part of the burden, he had been carrying around in his heart, was lifted from his chest.
He rose to his feet and kissed Harry one more time. He didn't want to leave him right now. His heart was still yearning for more. But he reassured himself once again that Harry was his now. He was his forever now. He untied Harry's hands with extreme care and removed the blindfold. After that he dressed up and left Harry with a chaste kiss on the lips.
Harry woke up with a raging headache. Everything that had happened last night flashed in front of his eyes. Every feeling, every sensation felt as if it had been etched in his heart. Had that really happened or had it all been a dream. He wasn't dressed which was the first sign that all of it had really happened. He sat up straight and the covers pooled in his laps. He found a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin on the table. He popped two pills in his mouth and washed them down with the water. For a few minutes, he sat in silence with his head resting against the headboard and his eyes closed. He hadn't thought that Lord V would be so tender with him. He recalled everything that Lord V had said to him before he had fallen asleep and it made him feel warm inside. Did Lord V really want him that much? He remembered the all-consuming desire he had felt. Desire to kiss Lord V, desire to touch him, to see him, to feel every inch of him but most of all the desire to be consumed by him.
A knock on the door forced him out of his thoughts and he pulled the covers up to his chest. Stan's voice rang into the room,
"Are you up, Doll?"
Harry spoke,
"I'm awake. I'll be down in a bit."
Harry heard Stan's retreating footsteps and got out of bed. He picked up his discarded clothing from last night and placed them on the bed. He would probably have to do the laundry soon. After a quick shave and shower, he dressed up in a fresh pair of jeans and a black T-shirt and grabbed his jacket from last night. He pulled on a pair of black low tops and after lacing them up, exited the room.
He found Stan and Ernie in the kitchen. They were cooking and Harry found the sight extremely odd. Stan turned around just as he was entering the kitchen and smiled brightly,
"Good Morning, Doll. How are you feeling?"
Harry smiled back,
"Good."
It was true. He was feeling good after so many days. Stan handed Harry a plate laden with scrambled eggs and toast and told him to eat. So, he wordlessly made his way to the dining table and had his breakfast. Halfway through, Stan and Ernie joined him. He was beginning to realize that he enjoyed their presence. But maybe they didn't enjoy his,
"I'm so sorry for all this. It must be so difficult for you guys."
Stan looked up at him and frowned,
"You're not exactly a difficult person to deal with, hon. You're easy on the eyes and you're not a chatterbox. So technically you're every driver's wet dream."
Harry chuckled at that and felt some of the tension, he had been feeling, leave him. The rest of the breakfast passed in amicable silence. Harry got up and gathered the dirty dishes from the table before Stan could. He was placing them in the sink when Stan joined him in the kitchen,
"You're going to visit your mother, today."
Harry dropped the glass he had been holding and it crashed to the floor. Stan immediately held his shoulders and spoke in a low, soothing voice,
"You have to get this out of the way. She has been demanding to see you ever since she woke up."
Harry slumped back against the counter,
"What am I going to say to her?"
Stan kept a hold on his shoulders and continued to soothe him.
"The Dark Lord is going to talk you through it."
He didn't know why but it did put his mind at ease. He nodded his head and spoke,
"Okay."
Stan pulled out his cell phone and dialled a number. He held it out to Harry. Harry took it and held it to his ear. Lord V's familiar voice reached Harry's ear and he felt all the tension leave his body,
"Harry, how are you feeling?"
Harry willed himself to talk,
"I'm fine, Sir."
Lord V remained silent for a while. Harry wondered if he was assessing his answer and then he spoke,
"I assume Stan has told you about today's agenda. You shall visit with your mother and you shall sell her the story I am about to tell you. Tell me, will you be able to do this?"
Harry knew he had no choice. He had to do this because his mother was alive because of this man and he belonged to him now,
"It won't be a problem, Sir. You own me and it's my responsibility to do your bidding."
He heard Lord V's breath catch at that statement and almost instantly he heard Lord V recover,
"Good, Harry. So, you are going to tell your mother that you landed a job as a business reporter with The Daily Prophet and extensive travel is one of the job requirements. Stan will furnish you with the necessary proof to sell your story. Do you understand?"
Harry felt a bit overwhelmed but he knew he had to do this. It shouldn't be difficult since he would have proof, even though it would be fake. And it was definitely better than telling his mother that he had sold himself to save her,
"I understand, Sir."
Lord V spoke again,
"Spend the day with her and try to relax, Harry. I shall see you tonight."
Harry didn't know why the thought of seeing Lord V at night thrilled him. But he didn't care about the reason, he just cared about the fact that he enjoyed Lord V's presence.
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