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Harry sat on the edge of the bed long after Voldemort had left. He really needed his mind to shut down because it felt like all those images were making it difficult for him to breathe. Harry jumped when a tray appeared on the bedside table. The scent of food only made him feel nauseous but a flask filled with a purple coloured liquid caught his eye. He picked it up and turned it over in his hand. The label on it read "Dreamless Sleep". Harry snorted. That sounded like another name for death. But if Voldemort wanted to kill him, he wouldn't use a poison. The man was perfectly capable of strangling him to death. Harry was about to put it down when his curiosity got the better of him. What did he have to lose? He uncorked the flask and downed the contents in one.

Instantly, his vision started to blur and he felt drowsy. He cursed himself and his bloody curiosity. But it was too late now and he fell back on the bed and blacked out.

He woke up much later and squinted at the sunlight streaming in through the window. Lo and behold. He was alive. And here he had been thinking that he had ingested poison and would never wake up again. He sat up straight and heard his stomach grumble noisily. When was the last time he had had anything to eat? He couldn't remember. He was about to get up and go in search for food when just like last night, a tray magically appeared on the side table. He stared at it for a while trying to make some sense of how it appeared but nothing in this place made any sense so it was hopeless to try. He focused on sating his hunger instead.

When he was done eating, the tray vanished and was replaced by a stack of books. Harry instantly screeched out in joy at the sight. The sound must have echoed throughout the castle but he was far from caring. He picked up the top one and hugged it close to his chest. He was surprised that Voldemort had kept his word but more than that, he was happy. Well more than happy. He was practically overjoyed. Harry settled down on the bed and just took a moment to stare at the book in his lap. The cover depicted a snake wrapped around a tongue and the inscription embossed on it read "Parseltongue. Origin and Characteristics."

Harry opened the book and breathed in the scent of it. It filled him with so much warmth and happiness. He had missed this scent so much. The fact that he had unlimited time to read now was making him giddy and for the first time he was glad that fate had decided to pull him out of that hell. Not that this place was any better but anywhere he could read independently was better than his Aunt and Uncle's place. Harry leaned back against the headboard and started reading.

The more he read, the more he began to doubt everything he knew about himself. He'd thought that reading would help him find some answers but all he had gotten were more questions and he knew that only Voldemort could answer them. He closed the book but couldn't bring himself to get up. The answers would have to wait. Harry picked up the book again and resumed his reading but he couldn't focus anymore. The questions kept buzzing in his head. Who had been his parents? Did he really belong to the slytherin bloodline? But if that was true then that meant that he was related to Voldemort because the man was a parselmouth himself. He closed the book and rose to his feet. He picked up the map and looked for Voldemort's private quarters on it but couldn't find them. Maybe Bella would know. But it was noon, the death eaters probably wouldn't be out at his hour. Harry had a feeling they only came out at night.

Nevertheless, Harry decided to check. He was tired of sitting around anyway. He made his way to the west wing. He didn't even feel the need to consult the map anymore. He knew the way all too well. When he reached the corridor where he had found Bella, he found it flooded with sunlight and he grew fairly certain that he wouldn't find them here atleast not at this hour. He walked ahead and reached the gardens. He could escape if he wanted to right now. But when he remembered the books that were waiting for him in his room and the questions he needed answers to, he didn't want to. Besides he had nowhere to go even if he did manage to escape.

Harry internally screamed at himself. What was wrong with him? Was he stupid? An opportunity like this wouldn't present itself again. This castle belonged to his parents' murderer. He couldn't stay here. Harry tried to take a step forward but a force stopped him. It was too familiar to the pull he had experienced in the cavern. He tried to move again but the same force stopped him. It felt like his entire body was being tugged behind by invisible chains. Harry didn't know how long he just stood there, staring at the passageway that led to the forest and attempted to move. Eventually he gave up. His body began to cooperate as soon as he thought about going back inside. But when he turned around to return to his room, he collided with something hard. It took him a minute to regain some of his composure and he realized that he hadn't collided with something, he had collided with someone. Harry straightened up and looked up at Voldemort to find a thoughtful expression on his snakelike face. His crimson eyes were regarding him curiously. Harry felt rage burning through him and pushed past the man,

"Sorry, I didn't see you there."

Voldemort's grip on his wrist forced him to halt,

"You could have left."

Harry didn't turn around. Ofcourse Voldemort had been behind the force that had been stopping him. That bastard just wouldn't let him leave. But the curious expression on his face said otherwise,

"I told you about the pull I felt in the cavern. It was a force that kept me moving, something that kept dragging me towards the center. You said that I was lying, didn't you?"

Voldemort remained silent and Harry decided to keep talking,

"I wasn't lying. And I don't know if you're doing this or don't even know about it. But I felt that force again right now. I wanted to go. I wanted to leave but that force kept me from moving. I felt chained to this castle. I think I'm chained to you."

Voldemort released his wrist,

"Chained to me, Harry? I have done no such thing. I did not want you anywhere near that cavern and even though I would have stopped you if you had taken a step towards that passageway, I did not do so because you made no move to leave."

Harry wanted to stomp his feet in frustration,

"Then explain this. This is your bloody castle. Explain to me what's happening to me."

Voldemort did not reply and Harry had a feeling he was going to vanish,

"Stop. Don't just vanish."

Voldemort's tone was bitter when he spoke next,

"I shall not explain your lies to you."

Harry turned around to face him and shouted out,

"I AM NOT LYING, YOU IGNORANT BASTARD! If I wanted to lie, I would have told you that I didn't want to leave this castle instead of admitting that I tried to leave and something stopped me."

Voldemort had his hand wrapped around his throat in an instant, his other hand was clamped tight over his face and his smouldering crimson gaze was burning into him. Voldemort's tone was murderous when he spoke next,

"Watch your tone, Harry. I shall have no qualms about ripping that tongue out of your mouth."

When Voldemort had removed his hand from his mouth. Harry finally gritted out,

"Do it then. But that won't change the fact that you're an ignorant bastard. Maybe no one has had the guts to say that to you before but know this…. I'm not afraid of you. I never will be. You can take my voice, my sight, my hearing, all of my senses…. But none of that will hinder him."

Harry knew it was a terrible choice of possible last words but he just had to say something. He stuck his tongue out at Voldemort, waiting for him to act.

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