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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 woke up feeling extremely warm and well rested. He was just savouring the last dredges of blissful sleep when a voice forced his eyes to fly open and his body to jerk up into a sitting position causing the blanket to slip from his bare shoulders…blanket…There hadn't been a blanket when he had fallen asleep…nevertheless he pulled it up and wrapped it around his shoulders hurriedly before looking up and finding Voldemort lounging on the settee. He was still on the rug. Harry looked away immediately and focused his gaze on the fur blanket instead. Somehow, this action caused guilt to coil around his heart and Voldemort's words resonated inside his head.
It breaks my heart when you look at me like that, like you cannot even stand the sight of me.
It took him a moment to gather the necessary words and spoke,
"It's not you that I can't stand the sight of. It's that snake around your neck."
Voldemort said nothing. Harry kept his gaze lowered but he steadily grew impatient. Why wasn't Voldemort responding? He looked up and found a purely contemplative expression on Voldemort's face,
"Did you feel it when I kissed you?"
Harry was caught off guard by the question. Feel what exactly? He had felt a thousand things when Voldemort had kissed him and he was not going to describe them all in detail,
"Feel what?"
Voldemort rose to his feet and Harry willed himself to remain still. He succeeded to some extent but his heart, as rebellious at it was, was trying to beat its way out of his chest as Voldemort settled down on the rug beside him. Harry felt an unwanted innate desire to be closer to the man but he quashed it as instantly as it had raised its ugly head,
"The snake, Harry."
Harry shivered violently as his mind and body replayed the sensation of smooth scales wrapped around his wrist, moving up his arm and finally wrapping around his throat. Harry held the blanket closer to him, reminding himself that it was a memory and willing himself to relax. Voldemort seemed to have picked up on that,
"You did. You felt it."
Harry nodded his head silently but before he could speak, his stomach grumbled noisily and Voldemort laughed softly. A flush crept up his cheeks and he felt his ears burning up with embarrassment. Voldemort stopped laughing, held his chin and made him look up. Harry saw nothing but pure earnestness in those crimson eyes and for a moment he caught a glimpse of warm, beautiful brown,
"Feeling hungry is nothing to be ashamed of. I believe your relatives have ingrained that thought in your mind and I shall make them pay dearly for that. Food is your right, so is a comfortable bed and good clothes."
The brown gradually dominated the crimson and Harry felt absolutely fascinated and completely entranced. The hope in his chest burned brighter and he couldn't help but smile. He could save Tom. It felt so possible and so simple in this moment. Harry found himself asking,
"Where's the kitchen?"
Voldemort tilted his head as his gaze grew confused,
"Kitchen? You have a map. Have you not located it on it?"
Harry's head drooped and he spoke,
"I forgot to take it out before diving into the water. It's ruined."
Once again, Voldemort lifted his head and Harry realized that the crimson was completely gone and Voldemort's eyes were completely brown and filled with so much warmth. The shadows behind Voldemort were flecked with gold, shimmering and glimmering and oh so beautiful. Voldemort snapped his fingers and a map appeared in Harry's lap. Harry couldn't stop the shriek of joy that escaped his lips. He let go of the blanket to pick it up and opened it to check its contents,
"Oh, this is absolutely wonderful. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
Before he knew it, he had his arms wrapped around Voldemort's neck and was hugging him tightly,
"You're amazing."
A jolt of current went through Harry's entire being as he realized what he was doing and he was about to pull away when he felt Voldemort's arm snake around his waist and hold him there. He felt his hand on his bare back and sparks flew underneath his skin. An overwhelming feeling of wholeness consumed his senses and a gasp escaped his lips. It was like a little touch of heaven, warm, cozy. It brought him peace like he'd never known before, a calming of the storms in his heart…erasing his doubts and kindling his hope. His mind swam with the heady excitement of pulling Tom and seeing him in the flesh.
Voldemort's hand disappeared and Harry jerked back. The hollowness he felt made him want to weep in despair but he pushed it down and tried to distract himself. He located the kitchens on the map and rose to his feet. He needed a shirt first and then he was getting himself something to eat. Bella must be going crazy. He was about to walk away when Voldemort spoke,
"Where exactly are you going?"
Harry didn't turn around because of the fear that the hollowness might consume him again if he looked at Voldemort again. He really didn't want to burst into tears,
"My room for a shirt and to tell Bella that I'm alive. She must be worried sick. Then I'm going to the kitchens to cook something for myself."
A surprised sound escaped Voldemort's lips,
"You are going to cook? But there is no need for you to. I could simply conjure a meal for you."
Harry shook his head and couldn't help but smile,
"I need a distraction…Oh and before I forget you have to teach me magic. You just have to."
Voldemort laughed softly,
"You wish to learn magic."
Harry nodded fervently,
"Yes…Definitely…"
Harry felt Voldemort step closer to him,
"How about a deal?"
Harry turned around,
"What kind of deal?"
Voldemort smiled brilliantly,
"Cook for me. If I am impressed than I shall teach you magic."
Harry couldn't help but feel exhilarated by the challenge,
"Prepare to be amazed."
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