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Harry drew in several deep gulps of air. He realized that Voldemort had done all this, just so that he would be terrified of him. When he was certain that his voice wouldn't betray him, he spoke,

"Is it seven already?"

Lord Voldemort went still and retreated into the shadows. The boy wasn't afraid. He still wasn't cowering in fear even after he had almost killed him. What would it take to break him? What would it take to see those emerald green eyes filled with terror?

Harry got up to his feet as if nothing had happened because frankly nothing had happened. If Lord Voldemort wanted to kill him, he would have done it last night or this morning. He didn't feel like he was in mortal peril. But he knew one thing for sure. He was certainly terrified of whatever magic Lord Voldemort had used on him. He definitely didn't want to feel that way again. But voicing that would only cause Lord Voldemort to use it on him again so he acted nonchalantly and spoke,

"I know you're still here. I can feel your presence."

Voldemort looked at Harry's back and he could see that despite Harry's cool and calm tone, his shoulders were tense. He had managed to rattle him and he supposed that it would have to do for now,

"Yes, it is seven."

Harry tried to locate the origin of the voice but he failed desperately. Not knowing where Voldemort was standing, made him nervous. He got over it though,

"Can you get me a pocket watch and a map of this place?"

Lord Voldemort couldn't help but laugh at that. The boy was definitely something. He had spoken as if he had some control in this place and the manner in which he demanded those things almost made him adorable but he would feel no qualms about shattering that delusion,

"I shall only grant you, what I see fit."

Harry huffed indignantly and sat down in the chair,

"I was only asking because I don't want to get lost and I don't want to be late."

Voldemort internally cursed. The boy was right of course. The castle was huge and he definitely didn't want him anywhere near the parts where his death eaters dwelled or maybe he would enjoy it. Maybe that would terrify Harry and he would finally be able to see fear in those eyes. His death eaters would certainly drain him dry or keep him alive for as long as he was useful.

Harry crossed his elbows on the table and had just rested his head over them when he heard a swish. He raised his head a little and found a yellowed folded piece of parchment and a gold pocket watch on the table in front of him. He couldn't contain the smile that crossed his features as he picked them up and considered them,

"Thankyou."

It felt odd to be thanked. He had never heard those words in years and that simple gratitude filled him with an odd, unfamiliar feeling. He shook it off and spoke,

"I believe that you should have dinner now."

Soon enough the table top was layered with trays of the most delicious food and drinks, delicacies capable of making one's mouth water: a whole roast deer with sprigs of rosemary threaded through its antlers and stuffed with bacon and rye bread, marinated Glenloth chicken, grilled trout with lemon, smoked sausages and a pineapple glazed ham, mounds of fragrant wild rice, potatoes and diced pumpkin smeared with butter and spices baked on hot stones, countless cheeses that went with baskets of crackers and bread rolls shaped as seashells, and all sorts of varieties of salads and side dishes. A tureen or two contained either hot soup or hearty casserole.

Harry had never seen this much food before. He almost thought he was dreaming. Slowly he pinched himself. The sharp pain assured him that this was very real. The sight and the wonderful aroma made his mouth water and urged him to grab a plate and pile it up with everything. But he didn't feel that it would be right. He didn't want Lord Voldemort to think of him as greedy.

Lord Voldemort had seen those magnificent green eyes widen with wonder and shimmer with want at the sight of the food but he couldn't understand why the boy was hesitating to just take it,

"Are you not hungry or is the food not to your liking?"

Harry closed his eyes and sighed,

"I've never seen this much food before."

Voldemort frowned. He found that very difficult to understand. Was the lavishness of the feast bothering the boy? If anything, he had seemed impressed by it. No, there was another reason,

"Does that bother you?"

Harry rested his hands in his lap. He had no intentions of wailing in front of Lord Voldemort about his distressed and miserable childhood and spoke instead,

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Lord Voldemort noticed how well the boy had deflected the topic. But it only served to pique his curiosity. He wanted to know how Harry was related to that worthless swine and why he had ended up with his locket. He remembered what he had thought, the first times he had laid eyes on him. He had assumed that the boy was his servant. Which could possibly be true but he had to certain,

"I do not require sustenance."

That puzzled Harry and he frowned,

"But you're human. How do you live without food? Do you sleep?"

Voldemort suppressed a sigh of exasperation from escaping his lips. He felt a combination of irritation and mild amusement at the boy's curiosity. Of course, he had lied about not requiring sustenance. He had merely said it because he wasn't really prepared to show himself to the boy yet. Well he could have just declined. This was his castle and he could do whatever he wanted. But he had instead chosen to lie, the reason for which still eluded him. Maybe he could use it to his advantage though and intimidate the boy with it,

"I only sleep during the day."

Harry's brow creased as he thought hard,

"But you weren't asleep today."

Voldemort cursed under his breath. He did not enjoy where this was going. He hated the boy's guts and he hated how the boy had just caught his lie. He stepped behind Harry and unleashed his dark aura again.

Harry gasped as the chill spread through his body and it felt as if his heart had been clenched in a vice-like grip. His eyes closed and his fingers curled into fists, nails digging into his palm. He could hear his rapid breathing and he could feel the oxygen flooding in and out of his lungs.

Lord Voldemort gently caressed his cheek,

"Harry, I am a Vampire. Does that terrify you?"

Harry struggled to get words and finally managed to choke out,

"No…...No, it doesn't."

Voldemort stepped away from Harry, taking his aura with him. Harry finally managed to breathe out and gasped out,

"I'm not scared of you."

Voldemort chuckled darkly. He wasn't a vampire, but his death eaters certainly were. He wondered how unafraid Harry would be around them,

"Eat, Harry. I wish for you to meet my Death Eaters afterwards."

Harry poured himself a glass of water and drank it down in one gulp,

"I thought you wanted me to stay away from your Death Eaters."

Voldemort leaned back against the stone wall and spoke pleasantly,

"That was before I wished to see your body tremble with fear and listen to you scream. I do wonder what they would sound like?"

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