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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 was lying sprawled on the couch, his head rested in Bella's lap. He felt like his skull was filled with cotton and his eyelids felt heavy…so heavy. He tried to keep himself focused on everything that was going on around him but the voices just sounded too distant, too muddled up. Bella had drunk from him a while ago and now he was wishing he had listened to her and hadn't insisted. At this rate, he was going to fall asleep in no time. Bella's voice made his focus snap to her. She looked guilty and Harry hated himself for that,
"You've gone awfully pale, Sugar. I knew I shouldn't have fed from you."
Harry held her gaze,
"I'm fine…Just feeling a bit sleepy."
He covered his mouth with his hand as he yawned. Bella pursed her lips and Harry knew she was resisting the urge to tell him to sleep. He sat up straight and his body protested against the movement. Maybe some water would help with his sleepiness,
"Can I get some water?"
Bella conjured a glass for him and handed it to him silently. He splashed the water over his face and ignored the incredulous stares he received. Yup, he definitely felt more alert. The water dripped down his face and he wiped it clean with the hem of his shirt. Bella conjured another glass and spoke before handing it to him
"It's for drinking, Harry."
Harry laughed and drank the water in a single gulp. Bella shook her head admonishingly but Harry could see the fondness in her eyes,
"Do you really sleep in coffins?"
Bella laughed softly,
"Who told you that?"
Harry frowned,
"So, you don't? I read it in a book."
Harry rose to his feet and Bella rose as well,
"Where are you going?"
Harry had half a mind to return to his room but he cancelled that,
"I want to see where you sleep."
Bella was about to reply when a vampire rushed to her,
"The Dark Lord shall be arriving soon,"
A crease marred Bella's perfect forehead and her gaze wandered to Harry,
"He won't be pleased to see you here."
Harry nodded in understanding,
"I'll go."
He hadn't even taken a step when Voldemort appeared. His presence dark and imposing filled the room and stole all the air. Harry felt like he was suffocating. He lowered his gaze because he was in no mood to see his darkness. He was hoping Voldemort would downright ignore him but all his hopes came crashing down when Voldemort addressed him in a mock pleased tone,
"Harry, what a pleasant surprise. I was not expecting to see you here."
Harry kept his gaze fixated on his shoes and he felt Voldemort's draw close to him. Soon enough his pale, bare feet appeared right next to his,
"You're still not wearing any shoes."
He heard Bella inhale sharply and chuckled,
"How do you even prevent them from getting injured? I went sleepwalking barefoot last night and my feet were practically skinned."
Voldemort's hand gripped his jaw and Harry closed his eyes,
"I shall hear all about your recent adventures in a moment."
He didn't miss the threat underlying in Voldemort's tone and stood still. Voldemort released his chin and turned to Bella,
"You and I have some matters to discuss in private."
Harry opened his eyes and finally looked at Voldemort. The darkness surrounding him nauseated the hell out of Harry and he resisted the urge to close his eyes again. At least, the snake wasn't there,
"She didn't bring me down here so don't punish her."
Voldemort's crimson gaze came to rest on him and Harry met it head on. A devious smirk curved Voldemort's mouth and he spoke,
"I have every right to punish her…and I have every right to punish you as well."
Harry took a step forward. His hair was still dripping and the droplets sliding into his eyes were irritating him. He wiped them away with the sleeve of his shirt. When he was done, he realized that there was a peculiar look in Voldemort's eyes. And then he realized the reason for it. His sleeve had rolled back, revealing his bruises. Harry tugged it back hurriedly and concealed them but there was no point now because he was certain that Voldemort had seen them. Voldemort stepped closer to him and caressed his cheek,
"Perhaps our conversation shall have to wait, Bella. I must deal with Harry first."
In the blink of an eye, Voldemort was gripping Harry's upper arm and dragging him away from the vampires. He made no move to get away. He had expected Voldemort to ignore him after yesterday's events. Had it only happened yesterday? It seemed like he hadn't seen Voldemort in days. Voldemort's grip was too tight. His fingers were beginning to tingle and his arm was steadily growing numb. Voldemort seemed furious and that disbanded all of Harry's theories. It seemed Voldemort hadn't been behind what had happened to him last night. Or maybe Voldemort was an incredible performer. Voldemort came to an abrupt halt outside Harry's room and Harry crashed into his back. He peeked past Voldemort's shoulder and realized that his gaze was fixated on the trail of bloody footprints leading into his room.
After a minute, Voldemort dragged him inside the room and threw him on the bed. Harry's back hit the mattress hard and the wind was knocked out of him. He looked up and found Voldemort's gaze scanning the room. Finally, those crimson eyes came to rest on him and Voldemort growled out,
"What happened to you?"
Harry propped himself up against the pillows and shrugged,
"You won't believe me so there's no point in telling you."
Voldemort was straddling him in the blink of an eye. The weight of his body was pressed over Harry's, his hands were bracketing Harry's head against the headboard. The black snake around his neck had materialized from the darkness and now stared at him, unmoving, unblinking,
"Try me, Harry."
Voldemort's body was oddly warm and Harry found it pleasant. He mentally slapped himself. What the hell was wrong with him? The darkness around Voldemort was too close but it didn't sicken him. Instead it made his heartbeat ratchet up a notch. He wanted it…He wanted the darkness to wrap itself around him. He wanted it to suffocate him. He yearned for it. The snake hissed at him and Harry's eyes widened. He understood it. He understood what it was saying to him and a shiver ran down his spine.
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