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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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Voldemort vanished as abruptly as he had appeared leaving Harry slightly dazed and extremely perplexed about what had just taken place. Voldemort had kissed him on the nape of his neck and instead of being repulsed by it, he had acted like a…like a…he didn't know what he had acted like. He would say he had acted like a pet but no…That wasn't the best way to describe his reaction to Voldemort's touch and kiss. It was unexplainable and illogical. He needed to get his head on straight. Voldemort was a monster. He needed to remember that. Why hadn't he been able to remember that earlier? Why had all rational sense left him as soon as Voldemort's fingers had touched his nape? There were too many questions and no answers in sight.

He had no idea how long he just sat there with Nagini's head in his lap and tried to make some sense of events. Nothing made sense though. Nothing had been making sense since he had arrived at this castle. Everything was all wrong inside his head. Well everything was wrong in this castle. There were vampires and werewolves that he had only read about in the books Remus had used to give him…Remus…Had he noticed his absence? Did he miss him? He had been here for more than a month…well he wasn't sure but it had to be more than a month. He was certain that his relatives would never miss him. They would probably be a bit sad that they'd lost their slave but that would be the extent of their compassion when it came to him. He had never mattered to them and he was glad he was here…in this castle…where there were people…no…creatures that he could talk to. He could read as much as he wanted to here. He could walk around, explore the castle. He wasn't obliged to work here. He could just lay back in bed all day and no one would stop him. No one scolded him here…except for Voldemort…well his uncle had a nasty habit of shaking the living daylight out of him…but he had never been physically struck before and when Voldemort struck him or attempted to strangle him, he just felt a bit disgraced and extremely incensed. He hated it…well he had found something else he hated more now…Voldemort's gentle touch and his lips on his skin…They made him lose his composure and he would never allow it again.

Nagini stirred in his lap and her yellow reptilian eyes snapped open. She stared at him for a split second with those yellow eyes filled displaying an odd look and then lunged at him. Harry was knocked on his back once again and Nagini's fangs scratched the back of his hand as he brought it up to defend himself,

"Nagini!"

His shout echoed in the corridor and Nagini instantly reared back. Harry looked at the back of his hand which had two distinct scratches on it and tiny droplets of blood were beginning to erupt from the abrasions. He looked up and saw that there was still something weird in her eyes and her voice sounded odd when she spoke,

"Oh no…I'm not used to waking up in someone's lap…I'm not used to waking up around people at all."

She coiled herself around Harry. Not too tight…It felt like he was being hugged from all sides. She raised him up in a sitting position. Harry laughed softly,

"It's alright. I was a bit disoriented when I woke up in this castle for the first time as well. You aren't venomous by any chance, are you?"

Nagini just stared into his eyes for a moment and then nodded her flat head hesitantly. Harry shrugged,

"Well, it's just a scratch. I don't think it's fatal."

Nagini spoke,

"I'm sorry."

Harry laughed again because Nagini sounded like she didn't want to apologize. Harry snorted,

"Let me up, Nagini. I'm going to be fine. It's just a scratch."

Nagini uncoiled from around him reluctantly and Harry rose to his feet. He did feel fine. His arm was hurting a bit but that was expected. Well, Bella was going to be disappointed though. She had told him not to get in trouble. Well, he hadn't gone looking for trouble, it had just come looking for him. He wondered why Bella hadn't gotten sick of healing him yet. He didn't dwell on it and entered his bedroom. Nagini slithered in after him. He knew she was worried about him but he was fine and he voiced it,

"I'm just going to clean the wound."

Nagini settled down on the floor and Harry didn't like it,

"You can wait for me on the bed."

Nagini slithered up the bed post and nestled comfortably on the covers. There was still something odd about her demeanour and it made Harry feel a bit uncomfortable.

He stepped into the bathroom and began cleaning the wound with water. His vision swam for a moment but then returned to normal. The bathroom felt cold and he was eager to get back to the warmth of the room. Harry couldn't stop shivering. As soon as he finished cleaning the wound, he felt a wave of nausea grip him. He looked up and was greeted by his reflection in the mirror., a cold sweat glistened on his forehead. His eyes looked sunken and his skin sallow. Everything was starting to ache inside him. Alarms bells went off inside his head...Maybe the scratches weren't harmless after all.

His knees gave out and he collapsed on the floor. Harry curled into a tight ball as the pain coursing through his entire body grew ten times worse. A scream ripped its way out of his throat. Nagini slithered into the bathroom and Harry finally understood what that odd look in her eyes had been…Malice…What had he done to make Nagini feel that way? Harry's eyelids dropped shut but he felt Nagini slither closer to him,

"You were absurdly mistaken if you thought that you could steal my master from me and take my place."

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