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"Wake up!"
Harry's eyes flew open and he gasped. It didn't take him long to realize that Bellatrix still had him pinned to the wall and he must have only passed out for a few minutes. He looked over Bellatrix's shoulder, trying to locate where that command, in that foreign, sensual language had originated from. Before he knew what he was doing, the words spluttered out,
"I want to see you."
Harry didn't know why but his own voice sounded unfamiliar and he regretted saying anything at all.
Voldemort watched Harry intently. The boy's face showed no signs of fear. There was only a hint of exhaustion, but the dominating expression on his face was one of curiosity. It irked him. Why wasn't the boy affected by anything? Somehow the ease with which Harry was able to converse in Parseltongue irritated him further. He focused his attention on Bella and spoke,
"Again."
Harry realized that Voldemort was asking Bella to do and he felt his anger flare,
"I AM NOT GOING TO BE AFRAID!"
Harry felt Bella hesitate as well,
"My Lord, you ordered me to keep him alive."
Harry heard Voldemort growl threateningly and he felt Bella cower in fear,
"You will do as you are told."
Harry continued to feel Bella's hesitation so he decided to make it easier for her. He arched his head back and exposed his throat to her again,
"Just kill me."
This time when Bella's fangs sank into his skin, the pain was a hundred times worse. He felt as if a thousand small knives were sinking into his skin and twisting around in his flesh. His screams were loud enough to shake the heavens above and he was writhing against Bella with all the remaining strength in his body.
Voldemort watched Harry writhe from the shadows. He couldn't understand what he wanted but Harry's tormented screams were definitely nothing like he had imagined them to be and yet they were beautiful. The pained expression on Harry's face was by far his favourite expression and he was beginning to adore it. The screams didn't last long and soon enough Harry had gone limp against the wall.
Voldemort stepped out of the shadows and Bella licked the remaining blood from Harry's neck and healed the bite marks. He stepped closer to Harry and took his limp form in his arms. Bella immediately fell at his feet and kissed them. Voldemort weaved his fingers through her sleek black curls,
"You have performed marvellously."
And with that, he picked Harry up effortlessly and carried him away. Once he reached the bedroom he dropped him on the bed and left him. Right now, he didn't have the patience to deal with the boy and the infuriating rush of emotions he made him feel. It wasn't healthy and he would most likely murder him with his bare hands if he stayed here with him a minute longer. So, he departed from the room, leaving the boy, laying sprawled on the bed.
The nightmare ended abruptly, as Harry was shaken back into reality. His eyes opened, his eyelashes faintly batting against his lids when he blinked. He was sprawled at an awkward angle on the same bed he had woken up on yesterday, debating whether or not he should get up. His muscles felt weak, just like his energy. His hand moved to his neck as he felt for the wound but there was nothing there. He let out an exasperated sigh, groaning as he rolled off of the bed he had been occupying. What time was it? How long had he been asleep? Had he really been bitten by a vampire or had everything been a nightmare? All of these questions shot through his mind as he let out a loud yawn.
He looked around the room and got up from the bed but as soon as he rose to his feet, his vision swam, he swayed and fell back on the bed. He looked down at his blood-stained shirt and wanted to get out of it but he was feeling extremely drained all of a sudden.
The light of late morning was shining into his exhausted eyes and he brought his hands up to guard them. Everything about him felt heavy from his arms to his feet. He let his head loll from one side to the other, his eyes closed again as he enjoyed the soothing darkness and fell back asleep.
Harry's head jolted upward letting him know that he had fallen asleep again. For a few seconds, he felt extremely confused and disoriented. He was unsure of where he was, then it all came back to him and he felt his neck again.
He realized that the room was shrouded in darkness. Was it night already? How long had he been out for? He raised himself on his elbows. He had to get up on his feet. Harry looked around the dark room and soon enough he felt Lord Voldemort's gaze on him,
"I know you're there."
Harry was momentarily surprised to hear his own voice. He sounded extremely weak. Voldemort continued to regard him silently and then his silky, smooth voice ran through the dark room,
"You need to eat."
Harry wanted to laugh at that. And he did,
"You threw me to your clan of blood thirsty vampires so that they could ravage me and now all of a sudden you're concerned about my diet."
Voldemort felt his hands ball into fists. The boy was infuriating. He decided that he liked him better when he was drained and senseless. But he wouldn't allow the boy to starve the death. No, he would have to think of a more creative way to kill him. He flicked his wrist and a tray of food appeared on the side table.
The wonderful scent of the food aroused Harry's dormant hunger and enticed him to eat. But he didn't want to eat in front of Voldemort,
"Are you going to have your vampires feed on me again?"
Voldemort chuckled darkly and Harry took it as a yes,
"Well, I'm still not terrified."
He pulled the tray in his lap. He might as well feed himself, if he was going to be fed upon later. He picked up the knife and fork and began eating. When he was done, he spoke,
"Thanks for the meal, My Lord."
Harry laughed softly and put away the tray. He decided that if he attempted to get up now, he would succeed. But Voldemort's silence was bothering him so decided to address that matter first,
"Are you cross with me, My Lord?"
Harry realized that he found it extremely amusing to address Voldemort that way,
"You have no self-preservation, do you?"
Harry felt delighted to hear Voldemort respond,
"Is that a question or an observation?"
He laughed hard when he heard Voldemort growl and vanish. Why was he enjoying this so much? Maybe because he really had no self-preservation.
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