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Voldemort stared at Harry and he was instantly assaulted with an image of him pulling Harry close and sucking that delectable tongue in his mouth. He couldn't quite understand where that image had come from but it awakened feelings and sensations inside him that he had never felt before. This was insanity. He finally turned away from Harry and spoke out,

"What do you want?"

Harry huffed out a breath and then spoke,

"What do I want? You weren't listening to me? I want answers…about myself…about this place."

Answers. Voldemort rubbed his chin thoughtfully. For one, he didn't believe Harry because everything that he said seemed so far-fetched. Seeing souls…feeling unknown forces…it was all preposterous. But the conviction behind Harry's words always made him reconsider. Maybe the boy was telling the truth. It was apparent that Harry was anxious and restless about something and he was certain that if he left him alone, he would get in trouble,

"Come along. This is not an appropriate place to talk."

He felt Harry's dumbfounded expression on his back and began walking back inside the castle and heard his hurried footsteps as he attempted to catch up with him,

"So, you're really going to answer my questions?"

The disbelief in Harry's tone was obvious and it was endearing in a sense. He led Harry through the corridors until they reached a statue of a man. It was ancient and monkeyish, with a long, thin beard that fell almost to the bottom of the man's sweeping stone robes, where two enormous grey feet stood on the smooth floor. Harry was practically gawking at it and the expression gave him more satisfaction than his fear had ever given him,

"How come I never saw this?"

Voldemort couldn't help but laugh softly,

"You say that as if you have explored every corner of the castle."

Harry was staring at him with wonder dancing in his emerald green eyes and he wondered what he was seeing and thinking now. He had never been looked at the way Harry looked at him. People and all the creatures in this castle regarded him with fear and reverence. Harry had never been afraid of him and that had bothered him before but now…. now he wasn't bothered by it. He found it fascinating. He hissed the order to the statue,

"Open."

The statue moved out of the way, revealing a passageway. A gasp escaped Harry's lips and the sound was downright delightful,

"You said open, right?"

Voldemort knew that Harry was just trying to confirm the command so he could get in here later. Harry's curiosity would be the death of him. Voldemort strode in through the passageway and Harry followed in his wake. He heard Harry's footsteps halt and smirked. the regular area of the library was a massive, cathedral-like area, with two long arms stretching to the left and right of the entrance, each lined with bookshelves at least five stories high. Wooden balconies lined each level, and books could be seen flying like birds from the centre of the room, up to the shelves where they each belong. Harry had said he liked books. This was probably heaven for him,

"I…I'm dreaming…Pinch me."

Voldemort took a few steps back and pinched Harry on the forearm. Harry instantly squealed in pain and pulled away his arm,

"Owww."

The fascination dancing in Harry's eyes was beautiful,

"So, I'm definitely not dreaming. This place is real."

Harry stepped forward and Voldemort watched him take in the sight hungrily. When he turned around and faced him again, Voldemort saw the same wonder in his eyes,

"You're smiling and there's something glowing around you."

Voldemort hadn't realized he had been smiling and Harry was talking about his hypothetical soul again,

"Something glowing around me?"

Harry nodded and turned away,

"Yeah usually it's darkness but right now there's a dash of gold there and that damned snake is gone. It's beautiful."

Voldemort felt his heart stop at that. Beautiful. Did Harry really mean that or was he just saying it to flatter him? He allowed Harry to explore the library and stood back and thought over what Harry had just said. Was it possible that Harry really could see souls? Harry was so sure when he spoke about that. That kind of conviction didn't come with lies. Harry was nowhere in sight and he began looking around for him. He found him on the upper level in the section of soul magic. Harry was leaning against the bookshelf with a book open in his hand. It wasn't difficult to tell that he was completely immersed in the reading. He snapped his fingers to catch Harry's attention,

"Harry, I believe you wanted answers."

Harry nodded quickly and closed the book. Carefully replacing it in its place. Voldemort led him back down and through the library to a pair of oak doors. They opened by themselves revealing a massive room. A huge fireplace took up one of the walls while the rest of the space was furnished with an assortment of leather settees and arm chairs and a plush rug covered the floor. Voldemort took one of the armchair and signalled Harry to take a seat. When Harry was seated, he asked,

"These are your private quarters, right? You live here?"

Voldemort nodded and Harry looked around,

"This part of the castle is so different. The rest of the castle looks abandoned. I mean why don't you look after it? It must have been magnificent once. I know it isn't really my place to…."

Voldemort raised a hand and silenced him,

"I believe that I have already informed you of your status as a permanent inhabitant of this castle."

Harry nodded,

"I know that…"

Harry was hesitant and he didn't miss the way Harry was nervously wringing his hands. Voldemort raised an eyebrow at him,

"I believe you wanted answers. Well ask away."

Harry's lowered his head and drew in a deep breath. He finally spoke in a low voice,

"I…um…I wanted to apologize about earlier first. I'm sorry. I know I crossed a line. I'll try to be more cautious with my language in the future."

Well this was certainly a start. Harry's apology was unexpected but that was what probably made it all the more sweeter,

"Your apology is accepted, Harry. Now ask away. I shall attempt to answer all your questions to the best of my knowledge."

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