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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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He had no idea how long he just sat there on the forest floor, trembling and shivering from the cold that wasn't just physical…a cold that was soul deep. He felt empty…so hollow…Had Voldemort stolen his soul with the kiss? He wiped at his lips with the back of his hand. How had he allowed that to happen? How had he allowed the monster that had murdered his parents to kiss him?
Harry pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face in them. He had enjoyed it, taken pleasure from it and he had wanted more. How sick was he? A cry escaped his lips and he hugged himself tighter. Even now he was yearning to have that warmth back. He wanted Voldemort's body pressed up against his, his hands back his body…
He rose to his feet abruptly, ran back to the lake and came to a halt on the outcropping. His chest rose and fell as he drew in ragged breaths and dropped down on a stone. His gaze was fixated on the lake, aglow with the last orange rays before twilight beckoned the stars. Through teary eyes he watched the sun fall behind the horizon, painting the sky shades of red and pink. The hurricane inside him began to calm down. This day had come and gone. The colours were symbols. Each showing him the good tomorrow could bring. But a despairing thought invaded his mind. Those colours were going to be consumed by the darkness soon. The hope in his chest refused to die though. Those colours would be back tomorrow. No darkness was meant to last forever and he was going to do everything he could to erase it...even if it meant erasing himself in the process.
He couldn't help but think about what Voldemort had said to him. He had lied when he had said that he didn't feel anything between them. Was this Voldemort's way of punishing him for that? Leaving him hanging at the apex of pleasure. Did Voldemort expect him to crawl to him and beg him to finish what he had started? Something inside him approved of that idea. Harry shook his head. No, he was not going to let this affect him. But…
Voldemort had kissed him…he had told him he wanted him…Somehow Harry kept muddling up Tom and Voldemort in his head. Everytime, he thought of Voldemort, his mind conjured up Tom's handsome face. It was there. Tom was there behind that snakelike mask. He could bring him out. He would bring him out.
Harry hated his optimism and the fact that he wasn't feeling as devastated as he should be after being kissed by his parents' murderer. It felt like betraying their memory…but he had no memories of them so there wasn't exactly anything to betray.
Harry shut off his thoughts and watched with an unwavering gaze, as the fiery red orb of light slowly sank beneath the horizon, and threads of light lingered in the sky, mingling with the rolling clouds, dyeing the heavens first orange, then red, then dark blue, until all that was left of the sunset was a chalky mauve, and then that melted away in turn as darkness took over the sky. Sequin-silver stars like the glowing embers of a dying fire winked down at him, illuminating the inky curtain of the sky, and then suddenly the clouds parted, and Harry found myself looking at a lustrous, silver disc casting brilliant rays of moonlight onto the dark lake.
He rose from the stone and jumped into the water. It was absolutely frigid and Harry felt his entire being grow numb, inside and out. He was dominated by his fearlessness and swam through the quaint water. No creature or sentient being could hurt him or terrify him in this moment. Harry was forced to emerge from the water a while later because of his growling stomach. He hadn't eaten a bite since last night and he had exhausted his energy supply with all the swimming he had done. His teeth chattered as he began searching for his shirt but it seemed like a lost cause in the darkness of the forest so he focused on getting back inside the castle.
His soaked jeans clung to his skin and he finally registered the weight of something in his pocket. He cursed verbally when he realized what it was. Pulling it out hurriedly with numb, trembling fingers, he noticed that the pocket watch was still ticking but the map was in tatters. Harry cursed his own stupidity as he stepped into the castle and made his way through the long, winding corridors.
Several minutes later, Harry found himself to be hopelessly lost, extremely cold and absolutely bitter. What was the point of having so many rooms when they were all bloody uninhabitable? He was so exhausted and his muscles were starting to ache…it wasn't the pleasant kind of pain either. His stomach grumbled noisily and he tried to assess which part of the castle he was in. He felt like stamping his feet on the ground in irritation as he failed to identify his location. He forced himself to keep moving.
When he found himself in front of a very familiar statue, Harry realized the extent of the rottenness of his luck. Of all the places in the castle, he had to end up here. Harry would have preferred having his soul sucked out by the dementors rather than be here. He was tempted to walk away but his stomach protested loudly and his muscles joined in. Any port in a storm. Damn it. He was still shirtless and his pants were still damp. Voldemort was going to think that he was here because he wanted more. Well he could think whatever he wanted. He wasn't going to let him touch him again. Harry willed himself to slip into parseltongue and spoke what he had heard Voldemort speak.
The statue slid aside and Harry walked in through the passageway apprehensively. The warmth felt heavenly as he made his way through the library towards the massive oak doors that opened by themselves. The fireplace was like a tiny sun, casting long shadows over the rug. The flames curled and swayed, flicking this way and that, crackling as they burned the dry wood. It was so good to feel their warmth, even if was from only one direction. Harry settled down on the thick rug close to the fireplace and watched the flames in hypnotized joy, hands out to get just a little more of the gentle heat. The warmth seeped into his skin and Harry revelled in it. He was so glad Voldemort wasn't here and it helped him relax further. Harry's muscles loosened up and he curled up on the rug as the warmth soothed him to sleep.
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