Chapter two : Pretty boy is waiting there for you

Harry sat alone on a bed. Voldemort had given him a rather big room in the north tower of the castle. He was now officially kidnapped, there were no bars on his window, though. They wouldn't be necessary. Voldemort had made it very clear that the castle and it's area were protected so that Harry could walk freely in the castle and inside the yard's walls outside but that's it, he couldn't go any further. Voldemort had put spells so that Harry couldn't escape.

Harry was devastated. He would probably spend the rest of his life here, he would never even speak to anyone else than Voldemort.

Harry sighed. No more talking to his friends, no letters, nothing. They would probably think that Harry had died in a battle with Voldemort and then eventually move on with their lives.

There was a knock on the door. The door swung open and in came a tiny house-elf carrying a tray full of food. The elf looked like it had had cruciatus on it several times. It probably had. Harry shivered. The elf looked like it was sorry to exist at all.

The elf laid the tray on the table beside Harry's bed and left quickly, not speaking a word. Harry tasted the food, figuring it wouldn't be poisoned or anything since Voldemort needed him alive. It was rather good. Of course he would have to feed Harry if he didn't wish for his precious horcrux to die.

Not long after that Harry fell asleep.

Nagini slithered around on the floor and stopped in front of his owner who was in a big living room sitting in front of a fireplace.

:: Harry hass arrived, then?::

:: Yes. The boy is in his room::

:: Hass he made any threat to you? Do you want me to bite him just a littttle?:

: : No. He seemes to be adjusting rather well. I can't say the same about younger version of myself though but I have everything under control. I have both of their wands. ::

Nagini went out. Tom looked at the fire. How strange it was to have someone living with him, other than a snake, house-elf or a ghost. But he had needed to do this because the boy had to be kept safe and he needed Tom to get more power. It was the only way Voldemort could live forever.

He couldn't have even one more horcrux being destroyed. He was the leader of all Death Eaters and he was now controlling the wizarding world.

He threw a rat's skeleton into the fire and watched it for a while and then he got up and started to walk upstairs.

He stopped behind Harry's room's door and listened. He heard snoring. Perfect, he thought and stepped in. He smirked about the thought of the boy's stupidity. Eating and sleeping in his enemy's house. If the situation had been reversed, he would have not slept in days and not touched a bite he's enemy had offered him which was of course what the younger version of himself was doing right now locked up in a room next to Harry's.

The Potter prat was fast asleep and wearing ridiculous yellow banana pyjamas. Probably a gift from Dumbledore, Voldemort sneered.

"Accio chair" Voldemort whispered and sat next to Harry's bed.

Voldemort sat and looked closely at the sleeping black haired boy. He had given him so much trouble! He had been nearly killed because of the boy and how many times had he tried to killed Harry.. And now there he was just sleeping peacefully. He could have killed him right now, he felt tempted to do it.. Finish the battle once and for all. But no.. After Snape had told him about Harry being a horcrux he knew that he would have to keep the boy safe and not let him run around destroying more horcruxes, which could be deadly by itself.

Voldemort looked at Harry's lightning scar. It looked quite impressive, a battle scar. The boy who lives... keeps on living. He thought annoyed. And now he would have to take care of the boy for the rest of his life... Look at his annoying face everyday, he couldn't stand that annoying kid. He was so full of himself, he possessed no real talent, unlike Voldemort did. Voldemort had always been extraordinary and everyone had known that someday he'd be something great, which he now was.

Grown in such unbearable poorness, he'd always known he wanted to have money and power. Now he had both. It was quite easy to get money in his position. Many wizards had paid him huge amounts of money to not to go kill them or their children, but in vain. Voldemort had no morality when it came to such things and he had killed them anyway.

Now he had this big castle, filled with luxury only to himself and ones like it all over the world. He had wanted the place to remind him of Hogwarts, it was the only place he had ever felt like home so this castle was almost exactly like Hogwarts except it had more luxurious rooms, swimming pools, hot tubs and so on.

Harry tossed in his sleep and moaned. Voldemort sneered. You should be having nightmares, you're being held against your will for the rest of your life and the man who killed your parents and has tried to kill you for many years is sitting right next to you.

Tired of Harry's pathetic moaning sounds Voldemort got up and walked out of the room.

"Nightie, nightie" he whispered and closed the door.

Harry woke up but was afraid to open his eyes. He hoped he'd just been having the worst nightmare ever about being kidnapped by Voldemort.

He opened his eyes. No such luck. There he still was, at Lord Voldemort's home. He got up and went to his own bathroom, and changed to some dark robes.

What now? He thought. Was he supposed to just stay in his room forever? No, he wanted to go outside and try to escape. Maybe he could dig a hole and dig under the walls... He knew it would never work but he had to at least try. But he needed food first.

Voldemort sat at the dining room all by himself. The elves had made a very spectacular breakfast this morning because of Harry. They wanted to make him feel welcome and show how sorry they were. He wondered if the boy even wanted to eat with him or was he just wasting his time sitting there waiting for him. He couldn't risk out letting Tom out of his room yet. Knowing himself he knew that even without a wand Tom wouldn't just come quietly so it was better to keep in his room for a while and have house elves feed him for a while. Also maybe it would be easier for the Potter boy to deal with having to be locked up with one Voldemort and not two for starters..

He could have of course locked Harry up in a dungeon entirely and never speak with him. But he couldn't risk the boy being so unhappy that he'd try suicide or something. Besides it was kind of interesting to get to know that ignorant boy, in some masochistic level.

Voldemort was just sipping coffee when he saw Potter looking at him from the doorway. Noticing the boy's uncertainty he pointed him to a chair next to him.

Harry sat next to him and looked at him curiously, so surprised he was of Voldemort's almost kind behaviour. Realizing what Harry must have thought at that moment, Voldemort smirked. Leaning into every little kind act. So needy for friendship and caring. How pathetic. He shivered. Such weakness and unawareness.

Harry started to eat looking rather scared, trying not to look at Voldemort at all.

"I don't bite, you know" Voldemort smirked. Harry looked at him with a rather furious expression.

"Yeah, you don't. You just kill people with Avada Kedavra! Like you killed my parents!" He spat and stood up and rushed out of the room.

Voldemort sighed. Why did the prat had to go on and on about his worthless parents. His mother had been a filthy mudblood and his father had not been a great wizard either.

The boy didn't even remember them properly! For all he knew he could have hated them. Voldemort sighed and poured some more coffee to himself. He just wanted to have a decent conversation with the boy to decide whether or not he should lock him up in the castle's dungeons. After all his castle's ghost Bob could watch that Harry wouldn't harm himself.

But still it would be a pity if the boy would have to be kept in the dungeons. After having lived there so long alone it would be interesting to have a "roommate". Someone he could perhaps torture if he had had a bad day. Besides if Potter was kept in the dungeons, he would just be a trouble. If he would cooperate he could maybe start to do the dishes, clean and other stuff Voldemort usually made the house-elves do. Harry being bigger than the house-elves he would make a better slave than those he already had. That was a very appealing idea, Harry doing the dishes and cooking him dinner. For Tom he had more respect, he wouldn't make a younger version of himself to become a shameful slave.

There was a big temptation to torture Harry but it had to be ignored. He acknowledged that it would only make his life more unbearable with the boy, not less. After all fighting without eventually being able to kill the other was not a thing he wanted to think twice about.

Harry finally stopped when he had reached the gates of the castle. He had been so angry, not only about sitting casually on the same table with that murderer but actually having heard him trying to make some kind of casual conversation like everything was normal and okay. It wasn't. He was locked up with the person he hated most and only kept alive by him because he was a horcrux.

Harry tried to open the gate and felt a shock. What's the use, he thought. There was no hope for him to get out of there, if Voldemort didn't let him out willingly and he knew that he never would.

:: I saw the boy banging at the gatess ::

Voldemort sat quietly for a moment shaking his head.

:. He never learns ::

Nagini rolled into to the lap of his owner and Voldemort petted her.

After a while Harry walked into the room where Voldemort was sitting still holding Nagini. Harry was filthy and exhausted. Voldemort laughed coldly.

"Now that you have found out that there is no way out for you I suggest you come sit with me here by the fire and we try to make life more worth living"

Harry sighed and nodded and pull out a chair.

"Tell me about yourself" Voldemort said and looked at Harry curiously.

"What?" Harry asked astonished.

"I mean there must be more to you than what I know.. Tell me about what you like and what you don't like for example" Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

" Well.. If you must know I like quidditch and what I don't like is being here with you"

Voldemort sighed.

"I was never into sports. I think it is a waste of time, but I find it fascinating that you do love quidditch, Harry. And I can relate to your discomfort of sitting here talking to me. I don't find it fun either. But surely you understand that the circumstances being what they are it's best if we try to stand each other, unless you'd want to spend the rest of your life in a cold dungeon"

Harry shivered. He did not want that. If he really had to spend his whole life here it was of course better to try and stand the other man, if that was ever going to be possible. He knew begging him to let him go would never work and he also knew that Voldemort wouldn't be so stupid that if he really wanted to kidnap Harry that there would be a chance for Harry to be able to escape. And Harry being a horcrux, he realized that Voldemort would never let him go so it was either dungeons or the room he had just slept in last night. What he didn't understand though was why he wouldn't want Harry to rot in a dungeon? Maybe he was really lonely, surely he didn't have a wife or a girlfriend to keep him company. Harry didn't either, he had never had the time to build a relationship. And now he would never get one. He would die a virgin.

"I suppose. But please could you stop going after my friends and people I care about. I guess it's no use to ask you not to go after anybody or ask you to command your forces to recruit completely"

Voldemort laughed.

"I do not wish to harm them if they join me willingly. If they don't I can't make promises, Potter. Nor do I even want to. This reminds me that your death has already been printed in the Daily Prophet. I think your funeral will be held at your birthday, how ironic"

Harry's birthday was in 2 weeks. This would definitely be the worst one yet and in Harry's case that was much. Harry nodded. He guessed the sooner his friends thought that he was dead the better. Not knowing whether he was alive or not would be the worse thing and they would definitely had tried to look for him, all for nothing. He knew that this place was so well protected no one would ever found him. Voldemort was a great wizard after all. Besides Voldemort possessed the Elder wand now, he had no doubt done extraordinary magic with it to protect the castle.

Harry nodded. They talked something in general about Harry's life and what Voldemort's life had been like in Hogwarts and then they talked about some people they both knew and exchanged opinions about them. It was quite clear to Harry that he and Voldemort were a lot a like as much as he hated to admit it.

Hours passed and passed when they just sat there talking. It was easy to talk and they seemed to have the same sense of humor, yes Voldemort actually could be funny in some strange way. Both of them agreed that when Snape's hair was wet he looked like a drowned rat.

Harry started to feel tired and yawned. His old enemy smiled a little and then told him to go to bed and so he walked upstairs past the snake paintings and decorations and went to his room, laid on the bed and immediately fell asleep.

Voldemort just sat there still looking absentmindedly at the fire. He had actually had a good day with Harry. The boy was very interesting and an entertaining person. He would call him nice. He felt a shiver. He was the dark lord, he shouldn't think that someone was 'nice'. What would a quality like that matter? Loyalty mattered, but not whether someone was nice or not. He shook his head. Maybe he was starting to think like a teenager because he had brought his young version in here?

Suddenly his mind went to an odd place he started to think if Harry being a teenage boy would touch his pathetic little manhood in his room if Voldemort truly would keep locked up in his home forever. Voldemort felt disgusted, he wouldn't ever touch himself or have sex he was beyond those needs.

Bringing pleasure to another person was not a fulfilling thought for him. And to let someone see him enjoying and being weak like that... No.. Besides who would he even have sex with? He had never thought that he would like to have sex with someone. He did however find some people attractive. Harry for example was very handsome. But did he want to put his manhood into Harry? The thought was disgusting. Not that he liked women either. No, he could never be attracted to a woman. They were too weak, even physically. No, when he found somebody attractive they were always men, like Harry and that Malfoy boy. Men were his equals, women were not. And he rather wanted an equal.

:: I ssee the boy likess you ::

:: Heh, I doubt that. What makes you say this Nagini? ::

:: I am ssnake, yesss. And you two are parsselmouthss. I ssense it about the boy. He iss lonely, jusst like you::

Tom glared at Nagini. He didn't want the snake's opinion whether he was lonely or not. But Nagini was right. He was lonely, he had always been. He had never trusted anyone, and why would he? Only to be betrayed and hurt again. A painful memory came back to his mind from his childhood but he chose not to think about it now. Instead he walked upstairs and swung Harry's room's door open and took a seat.