Chapter three : Night moves
Harry was tossing in his sleep again and moaning, but this time it didn't annoy Voldemort. Voldemort watched curiously at Harry.
He was quite peaceful and calming sight in the moonlight, messy black hair and pale skin. Voldemort noticed that now the boy was wearing only boxers, it being a hot night. Voldemort lifted his covers a little to take a better look at Harry's body. He needed to know that if it came to fist fighting sometime who would win the fight. Harry not having his wand the only way he could try to escape would be to try to fight him like a muggle.
Harry was quite muscular and skinny but Voldemort was much taller and more muscular. Voldemort looked below Harry's stomach, Harry seemed to be well endowed. He blushed. He wasn't supposed to be looking at that! What was wrong with him? Was he really influenced by the presence of younger version of himself somehow?
Voldemort had yet to enter Tom's room. He couldn't even get the ingredients for his potions from Tom's blood let alone have a conversation with his younger self. Tom was so hostile and was trying all kinds of spells in his room to get out even though wandless. Thankfully the house elves had finally convinced Tom to eat something after Tom had finally come to believe he was needed alive and the food was not only brought to try to poison him. Baby steps, Voldemort thought to himself. Soon it would be time to collect blood from Tom and then he could make his most complex potion yet and become invisible.
Did he want to talk to the younger version of himself? He found the thought odd, there were so many things he despised in himself at that age. After all he had spend all of his life becoming more powerful, wise, strong and emotionless. Tom was still at the beginning of that progress, full of flaws and weakness. Not the best version of himself, like he was now. No, Tom was a memory of his past he didn't like or wasn't interested in. Even Harry was more interesting. Harry was almost his equal. He certainly seemed to be impossible to kill at least for Voldemort which made him more interesting. Not that he could attempt killing him now that he was a horcrux. But the boy had been through a lot, more than what Voldemort had been in his age and had somehow still always survived. Maybe there was something he could learn from the Potter boy. Something that would make him even stronger. Not a spell or a curse, he knew them all but something different.
Just when Voldemort was putting Harry's covers back on Harry grabbed Voldemort's arm in his sleep. Voldemort cursed silently. He was stuck, he couldn't move if he didn't want to wake up Harry.
He sat on to the bed and sighed quietly. The boy really had been a trouble ever since he had been born. He didn't dare to wake up Harry, since he would automatically assume that Voldemort had come in to kill him or something like that. He didn't want to lose all the progress they had just made. This day had been quite entertaining and not at all boring. Usually he found the company of others boring. They were too dumb or too obviously just trying to be in good terms with him to keep themselves from getting killed. Everyone was afraid of him but not Harry Potter. He admired that in the boy. Harry was entertaining, he was definitely unique in more ways than one.
Harry was still tossing and turning but didn't let go of the arm. Voldemort cursed again. He didn't even know why he came there to watch him sleep. It was just perhaps nice to stare at someone when they were sleeping. The truth be told, he just wanted to stare at Harry all the time. There was just something fascinating about the boy who was almost his equal and he liked to look at him because of that. The boy had survived a lot, he had to admire that again. And he didn't dare to look at Harry as much as he would want to when Harry was awake, when Harry knew that he was looking. It would just be unfitting for the Dark lord.
"Ah... Draco... That feels so good...Draco... You're so bad... ah..." Harry moaned in his sleep. Voldemort's thoughts stopped immediately and he jumped up shocked. Harry woke up.
Harry was terrified to see Voldemort standing next to his bed and started to look for his wand, forgetting that he didn't have his wand with him at the castle.
"Are you in love with him?" Voldemort asked looking pale before Harry could say anything.
"Who" Harry asked still a little drowsy looking puzzled.
"Draco Malfoy. You were moaning his name in your sleep! So answer me do you love him!"
"Eehmn? No! He's a jerk! I just... I just have these strange dreams about him sometimes." Harry said and then blushed. He did sometimes see sex dreams about Draco. He found Draco somehow very sexy, he was an annoying arse, but still.
Voldemort seemed to relax a little. He had no idea why his reaction had been this intense. Maybe he just didn't like some teenage drama happening in his own home. He was after all over 70. Though with his unusually white skin, and snake like nose who would have ever guessed his age.
"I take it you're gay, Harry?" he then asked calmly.
"Eerhm... I don't know.. maybe..." Harry said quietly looking embarrassed.
"Why didn't you tell me? You had the whole day to" Voldemort asked softly but still a bit pale.
"I guess I was embarrassed. And I thought that maybe you hate queer as much as you hate mudbloods"
Voldemort smirked.
" I do not. I'm okay with it. In fact... Never mind...Nothing" Voldemort shook his head to himself. Of course he was okay with it. He had sometimes thought he was gay, when he was young and could still feel something. But later he had not felt the need to show any sexuality in any form.
But when he was still at the orphanage he had felt something towards another boy. He wasn't sure if he just liked him as a friend or not but Voldemort had cried actual tears when the boy got adopted and he had just known that he'd never see him again. Voldemort had told the boy to write him from his new home, but he had never received even one letter from him.
Voldemort had really opened up to that boy and told everything about himself and that boy had chosen not to contact him when he wouldn't have to see him everyday anymore. Voldemort had trusted him and even enjoyed touching the other boy's hand occasionally by 'accident'.
He had waited and waited but no letter came. After that he decided not to let anyone close to him again. He didn't wish for any other friend than Nagini.
Strange, Harry reminded him of that boy a bit. Harry was though more beautiful and much funnier and it felt different when he was looking at Harry than it had had that other time. He knew having a friend required being able to trust another person and that he was not able to do so, and to need a friend was a weakness in his yes.
Yet there he was now looking hopefully in those emerald green eyes as they waited for an answer why he had been there when Harry was sleeping.
"I came in 'cos I heard you moaning and I was worried" he said quickly.
Harry looked surprised but nodded and seemed to believe him. He was obviously worried about him because he was a horcrux and was afraid Harry would die in his sleep somehow and the horcrux would get destroyed at the same time. Voldemort sighed relieved. The last thing he'd need right now was the boy to find out the truth about him and his weird night activities. He couldn't stand living with two enemies. He certainly knew Tom would be his enemy having the same mistrust he had and lack of empathy.
Days passed and Harry and Voldemort continued to talk everyday by the fire, both petting Nagini in their laps. Voldemort still sneaked every night into Harry's bedroom and watched him sleep at least an hour or so. Tom was still in his room trying to get out but Voldemort had noticed that he seemed to be calming down. Perhaps soon he could let him out and collect his blood for the potion.
:: He iss beautiful :: Nagini hissed at Voldemort when Harry had just left to his room one night. Voldemort smiled and looked down to the floor.
:: He wantss you. I can ssee it::
Voldemort gasped for air.
:: I doubt he would even consider me as a friend! He is here because he doesn't have a choice! I killed his parents and tried to kill him, remember? Besides I don't care what the prat thinks of me!::
Nagini just hissed and slithered away to chase Bob the ghost around the house.
They continued these almost pleasant days, Voldemort telling Harry so much about him that he was comfortable with which was not much, without actually telling anything personal, that could be used against him. Mostly he told Harry about his excellence in different spells, potions, flying... Harry on the contrary told Voldemort everything, about fearing Voldemort and how depressed he had been when Sirius died and absolutely everything that came in to his mind. Harry seemed to have a misguided idea that he could somehow make Voldemort feel sorry for him and then he would just let him out. Or that if Voldemort trusted him enough he would just let him go.
Harry hadn't tried to negotiate any terms to get out but it seemed clear to Voldemort that he was trying to gain his trust and befriend him so Voldemort would let him out and just believe he would lay low and stop destroying horcruxes. Of course Voldemort wouldn't ever trust Harry to stop trying to kill him if he had the chance.
The snake occasionally looked at Voldemort with a meaningful glance when Harry was opening up about something new but stayed quiet when Voldemort gave it warning looks.
Then a night came when Harry just looked at Voldemort dreamily when Voldemort had been walking him to his bedroom door to say goodnight after a lot of talking. Harry couldn't stand it anymore, he had to know more about Voldemort, how else was he ever gonna get out of there. He had told him everything and he had even started to trust Voldemort not to kill or to torture him. He knew of course that this was the dark lord, even if he didn't seem like it anymore having at least a sense of humor and some other not terrible qualities. Harry still hated him of course, he was an evil murderer.
But why did Voldemort hate Harry so much? Why didn't Voldemort tell him anything? Did he still despise Harry even though Harry had tried to tell everything likable about himself? How was he ever going to get out if things didn't develop in any way. Voldemort had seemed to understand Harry and he had been very friendly towards Harry in the past few days, not even insulting Harry's dead parents.
"You are telling me nothing about you, Voldemort" Harry said and looked away. He had poured all his fears and secrets to him and yet he didn't know much more about Voldemort than he had when he was still his biggest enemy. He still was but at least not one that could try to kill Harry.
"You don't know what you're asking Harry. You don't wanna get involved in..."
"I do. I really do" Harry said and grabbed Voldemort's arm gently. Voldemort stared at Harry's arm on his arm but answered.
"Fine. Follow me"
Harry followed Voldemort to a part of the castle he had never seen before, Voldemort's private chambers.
When they entered Harry held his breath and nearly fainted.
The whole room was covered with snake stuff. Snake paintings, snake decorations, even snake statues. But that didn't shock Harry. What shocked him were the books that were lying open on Voldemort's big green bed.
There was a book called "Death eaters" and the book had pictures of his followers and personal information about everyone and the list of people he/she had killed or used any unforgivable spell on. The book was large and it's information was changing by itself. But this wasn't the most shocking part. What shocked him was the book lying next to the Death eaters book.
It was a book about the people Voldemort had killed. It had everyone's pictures and the date of their death and why he had killed them. The book was thick and the last name in the book was Draco Malfoy.