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Summary: Madness is not a state of mind. Madness is a place. What happens when Harry stumbles into it and gets trapped there? A Harry Potter version of Alice in Wonderland but a thousand shades darker.
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Harry didn't go back to his room. No. He went back to the library and started going through the books. The blood magic section caught his attention and he began shuffling through the titles. He didn't need Voldemort's help. He was going to do the blood test on his own. Besides he didn't feel like waiting at all. He needed to know right now. Harry pulled out a black book and thumbed through the pages. It seemed promising. He tucked the book under his arm and made his way out of the library.
He didn't find it the least bit difficult to navigate his way around the corridors and find his room. Once inside he closed the door and locked it for good measure. Plopping down on the bed, he opened the book in front of him. He read the instructions, then re-read them and then rolled back his sleeve. He needed something sharp and a blank parchment. Something sharp could be arranged but where would he find a piece of parchment. Harry shuffled through the books on the bedside table and found a blank page at the end of one of the books. He hesitated for a moment but then tore it out.
Now for something sharp. He looked around the room, looking for something, anything. One the dressing table, he found a small pocket-sized mirror. He smashed it against the wall carefully and grabbed one of the shards from the floor. He pricked his thumb with it and held it over the page. A few droplets stained the yellowed parchment and Harry spoke the incantation,
"Sanguis Revelare."
Instantly the drops of blood began to dissipate and form words. Harry watched, entranced as the words filled the page. When the page was full, Harry scanned it and felt something extremely confused. There was no Salazar Slytherin in his bloodline, not even someone remotely connected to the Slytherin bloodline was there. But then how could he speak that language? None of this added up. He set the page aside and absentmindedly sucked on his bleeding thumb.
Closing the book, he rose to his feet and cursed loudly. He shouldn't have reacted the way he had. Voldemort had been nothing but kind today and he had ruined that. The man would probably never let him anywhere near his library again. Forget the library, Harry doubted the man would ever talk to him again. Not that it mattered but today had been one of the nicest days he had spent here. He liked the conversational, kind Voldemort but Harry was certain that he would never see that side of him again. And it was his own bloody fault. He had messed up hugely and he couldn't even apologize because the man wouldn't accept it.
Harry didn't know what to do. He took a deep breath. He needed someone to talk to. It was night, so Bella was going to be out now. Harry didn't know what made him think of Bella as his friend or what made him turn to her but he didn't care. Harry began making his way through the corridors towards the west wing again. There was moonlight tonight. The corridor was dark. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, waiting for her to show up.
Sure enough, he felt soft hands grab his,
"What brings you here tonight, Harry?"
Bella's voice was light and playful. Harry opened his eyes and he looked up at her. Her red lips were redder than ever. Her heavily hooded eyes held mischief in them. Harry opened his mouth to speak but his words escaped him and a gasp escaped his lips as Bella took his thumb between her lips and sucked on it softly.
His eyelids drooped again. There was something about Bella's presence. It was pure bliss. All thoughts evaporated from his mind and he just lost himself into the sensations that were spreading throughout his body from his thumb. Finally, Bella pulled away her lips taking the sensations with her. Harry groaned out in disappointment and opened his eyes to inspect his thumb. It was healed,
"Thanks."
Bella's lips were parted and Harry saw that her eyes were shining with greed. It took him a while to understand but he got it and exposed his throat,
"You are welcome to take as much as you like. It's the least I can do."
The blood from his thumb had definitely aroused her appetite because her fangs appeared almost instantly. She stepped closer to him and held her head gently. Harry shivered when he felt her fangs brush against his neck,
"Ready?"
Harry closed his eyes and could only nod. A little pressure and Harry felt them break his skin. He held onto Bella's shoulders as she sunk them in deeper and began sucking on his jugular. Excruciating pain shot down Harry's spine and a cry escaped his lips. Harry heard it reverberate around the empty, dark corridor. His grip turned white knuckled on Bella's shoulder but he was too far gone to care. He couldn't hold still any longer and struggled against her. Her grip tightened on his head and held him still.
It felt like a lifetime until Bella finally pulled away from him. He felt her lick away at the bite mark. The pain vanished and Harry resisted the urge to not slump down to the ground. Bella held him up and spoke softly,
"Are you alright, Sugar?"
Harry nodded silently and regained his footing,
"I'm fine, Bella."
Bella cupped his cheek and Harry leaned against the wall,
"So why did you come here? This isn't another escape attempt, is it?"
Harry shook his head and smiled,
"No, it's not. I actually came here to talk to you."
Bella took his forearm and pulled him away from the wall,
"Why didn't you say that sooner?"
Harry shrugged,
"I didn't get a chance earlier."
She led him out in the gardens. Harry couldn't help but think about the scene from earlier, when he had been here with Voldemort. She sat him down on the bench and Harry inhaled the cool night air. It was oddly soothing,
"What do you want to talk about, Sugar?"
Harry entwined his finger and looked down at his feet,
"Where should I start?"
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