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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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"Embrace the darkness, lose your soul.

Accept the curse and become whole."

The snake's words echoed in his head. He wanted the darkness…something inside him yearned for it but he couldn't…he still had some sense left…he couldn't give into the darkness and lose his soul. Never. A hollow sound left his throat which suspiciously sounded like a no. Voldemort gripped his chin and forced his gaze to meet his,

"No?"

Harry realized he was hyperventilating and the weight of Voldemort's body and darkness on him wasn't helping. His heartbeat was out of control and he was positive Voldemort could hear it. Harry closed his eyes and attempted to regulate his breathing,

"Calm down, Harry."

Harry shook his head. He was trying. It wasn't working. His lungs were starting to burn with the lack of oxygen and his head was starting to spin. His hands came to rest on Voldemort's chest and he feebly attempted to push him away. Voldemort seemed to have gotten the message because the weight disappeared and Harry drew in several deep gulps of air greedily. The spinning subsided and he went boneless against the headboard,

"What happened to you, Harry?"

Harry exhaled slowly and started talking,

"I…I don't know what happened. I woke up with the covers soaked in the blood seeping from my feet…"

Voldemort was leaning against the nightstand with his arms crossed over his chest,

"You said you went sleepwalking last night."

Harry nodded while he clenched and unclenched his hands,

"Yes, I did…I think I did."

He was staring down at his hands so he wasn't really aware of what Voldemort's expressions were and the man's voice betrayed nothing as well,

"Where do you think you went?"

A hollow laugh escaped Harry's lips,

"I followed the footsteps…the cavern…they lead to the cavern."

Instantly Voldemort's fingers were wrapped around his throat and he gritted out,

"You went back there?"

Harry struggled against Voldemort's hold with all the strength left in his body,

"I sleepwalked there…I wasn't in my senses…I didn't go there willingly."

Voldemort struck him hard across the face and for a moment Harry saw stars,

"What did you see?"

Harry blinked several times to regain his vision. His cheek was stinging like hell and his body was trembling uncontrollably. Voldemort gripped his shoulder tight and brought him back up into a sitting position, while the fingers of his other hand remained firmly wrapped around his throat. Harry spoke in a low, hoarse voice,

"Blood…"

Harry paused and released a shuddering breath. He focused on the wall and attempted to push the images that were surfacing in his mind,

"Tom…he killed them…he killed those monsters…"

Harry couldn't stop the tears that slipped down his cheeks. A broken sob escaped his lips and his fingers clenched the covers tightly,

"He didn't deserve it…he did the right thing…he didn't deserve what happened to him…"

Voldemort's fingers fell away from his throat and his grip loosened on his shoulders. His voice was oddly soft when he spoke,

"What happened to him?"

Harry couldn't get the words out. He didn't know what made him feel secure enough to do it but he let his head fall on Voldemort's shoulder and just cried. He expected Voldemort to push him away. After what had happened last time when Voldemort had attempted to wipe his tears away, he was the one that was messing up right now. They were enemies. He had clearly told Voldemort that there could be no affection between them. Voldemort had killed his parents…This man had ruined his life, he had wanted to kill him…he had attempted to kill him and just a few moments ago, he had struck him hard across the face and would have possibly choked him. And here he was crying on his shoulder.

It surprised him a bit when Voldemort's hand came to rest on the back of his head. He expected him to grip his hair, he was mentally prepared for that but it didn't happen. Instead Voldemort's fingers began carding through his hair and Harry's eyelids fluttered shut as tears continued to make their way down his cheeks. He felt so conflicted right now. He had tried not to think about it. He had been trying so hard not to think about what he had witnessed and somehow, he had succeeded. Bella had helped him keep his mind off that but now those images were playing on the forefront of his mind with vivid clarity. All the blood…gore…that terrible darkness and Tom,

"What happened to Tom, Harry? What didn't he deserve?"

Harry tried to string together the words and managed to succeed in forming a coherent sentence,

"Those monsters abused him and he killed them. But their darkness latched onto him…he was so pure…his soul was so beautiful…he didn't deserve it…he was only saving himself…he didn't deserve how the darkness consumed him."

Harry was distantly aware of the fact that he was gripping Voldemort's robe tightly and he whispered,

"It's going to happen to me too."

Voldemort removed his fingers from his hair and started rubbing his back,

"What are you talking about, Harry?"

Harry couldn't stop the words from escaping his lips,

"Embrace the darkness, lose your soul.

Accept the curse and become whole."

They were resonating in his head ever since he had heard them, it was only natural that they fall off his tongue as well,

"The curse?"

Harry nodded his head imperceptibly and pulled away from Voldemort. He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it. The dark purplish bruises stood in stark contrast to the pale skin of his forearms. He realized that Voldemort's crimson gaze was fixated on them,

"How?"

Harry closed his eyes again and murmured,

"I don't know. Bella thinks it's the curse claiming me."

Voldemort hooked a finger under his chin and forced him to meet his gaze. There was something akin to concern in those crimson eyes but Harry didn't read too much into it. At the end of the day, Voldemort would always hate him. This moment meant nothing.

"Are there more?"

Harry nodded and rolled up his trousers to expose his bruised calves. Voldemort's gaze travelled down Harry's legs and settled down on the bruises. Suddenly, Voldemort pressed down on one of the bruises on his calf and a cry escaped from Harry's lips. Voldemort withdrew his finger and snapped his fingers. An entire array of flask phials filled with coloured liquids appeared on the side table. Harry stared at them a bit warily and Voldemort spoke,

"You shall drink each and every one of them."

Harry didn't nod his consent,

"Will they put me to sleep?"

Voldemort made him meet his gaze,

"You cannot deprive yourself of sleep."

Harry set his jaw,

"I will end up in that cavern again. I can feel the lure all the time. It keeps pulling at me and the moment I let my guard down, I'll be back there."

Voldemort caressed his cheek softly,

"Take the potions. I shall restrain you to the bed when you fall asleep."

Harry frowned. It could work. He wasn't sure but there was no harm in trying. He had a feeling, Voldemort would enjoy restraining him but he was going to benefit from it more. So, he nodded his acceptance and drank down the potions. It took a few minutes but eventually sleep began to overpower him. Voldemort pulled Harry's shirt back over his body and buttoned it up. Once that was done, he rolled down Harry's trousers and laid him down. Harry hadn't expected to be coddled by Voldemort and he believed that he was imagining all of this up because of the hazy state of mind, he was currently in. Voldemort conjured a thick duvet over him and then waved his wand. He felt a length of velvety soft rope coil around his wrists and restrain him to the bed. But they didn't feel tight enough so Harry murmured sleepily.

"Tighter."

For a moment, nothing happened but then the ropes tightened around his wrists and it felt heavenly. Harry never knew being tied up would ever feel this good but it did. It seemed like this was exactly what he needed. Harry was soon lulled into deep sleep by the reassurance that the restraints brought him.

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