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Harry felt nauseous because his uncle's voice wouldn't leave his head. Even a freezing cold bath couldn't wash away his self-doubts. Was he really that unnatural? Dressing up in front of the mirror, he considered himself. He didn't look any different or feel any different. He moved his fingers over his chest where the fading bruises still remained. Maybe he really wasn't attracted to Voldemort. Maybe it had just been the curse. Maybe whatever he felt for Voldemort wasn't what he felt…it was just another effect of the curse. He brushed his fingers through his damp hair and sighed as he put his shirt on. He really was ordinary looking. There was nothing special about him. He tugged at his rebellious curls. His aunt had absolutely detested his hair and she had attempted countless times to tame them. They always grew back more rebellious and resilient than the last time. He chuckled when he remembered the look on his aunt's face when she saw that they had grown back again.

He covered his mouth with his hand and grew solemn again. What had he been thinking about? Oh right. He was thinking about how ordinary looking he was...Well, what was the point in thinking about that. His uncle's voice rang in his ears,

"Freak…deviant…Sinner…"

He turned away from the mirror and exited the bathroom. Bella was standing in front of him and instantly pulled him into his arms,

"What's eating you up, sugar? Talk to me."

Harry pulled away from her, pressed a kiss to her cheek and smiled for her,

"I'm fine. I'm just going to go and ask Voldemort if he's still going to teach me."

Bella kissed his forehead and murmured against his skin,

"Good luck, sugar."

Harry smiled and exited the room with one last look at her. He was nervous and his heart was in his mouth as he made his way through the corridors towards Voldemort's chambers. He chewed on his lower lip as he stood in front of the statue of Salazar Slytherin. He was certain Voldemort wouldn't teach him now. He was about to speak when the statue slid open revealing Voldemort standing there. Harry saw a flicker of surprise cross Voldemort's face before it was gone,

"How long have you been standing there?"

Harry lowered his gaze and stared at his feet,

"I asked you something, Harry."

Harry couldn't talk. It was so difficult to hold back his tears. Was it really that terrible to feel what he felt? Was he really a freak?

"Harry!"

Harry's gaze snapped up to Voldemort's face and realized that his lipless mouth was pursed in a frown and there was concern in those crimson eyes,

"What is the matter?"

Harry continued to chew on his lower lip but he couldn't say anything afraid that his thoughts would burst out from his mouth. He really didn't want Voldemort to know about his insecurities. Voldemort stepped aside and ordered,

"Get in."

Harry stepped in and made his way to the chambers. He paused in the doorway when he realized that the couches and the rugs had been vanished and the space had been cleared away. A table with a huge pile of books neatly stacked on it and a chair were placed by the far wall.

He felt Voldemort standing behind him and hesitantly stepped closer to the fireplace. He was still feeling a bit cold from his bath and the gentle warmth soothed him to some extent,

"Turn around."

Harry obeyed silently and kept his gaze rooted to the spot,

"What happened?"

When Harry didn't reply, Voldemort sighed and conjured a chair,

"Sit down."

Harry sat down and folded his hands in his lap. Voldemort conjured another chair and sat down in front of him. He gripped his chin and forced him to face him,

"Tell me what happened? Are you hurt?"

Harry shook his head and Voldemort released his chin,

"Is this about what happened yesterday?"

Harry lowered his gaze and Voldemort cursed verbally and rose to his feet while kicking his chair back. The chair landed on the floor with a loud crashing sound that resounded through the empty room. The temperature in the room dropped and Harry winced when Voldemort grabbed his hair tightly and yanked his head back until he was staring directly up into rage filled, crimson eyes. His gaze instinctively drifted to the darkness that lurked behind him and the snake that emerged from it and wrapped around his throat. Voldemort ground out the order,

"Talk."

Harry couldn't hold back the tears anymore and they streamed down his cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut. Voldemort released his hair and cursed again. Harry buried his face in his hands and tried to bring himself back under control. He could hear Voldemort pacing furiously behind him and what he'd been fearing happened,

"Am I really an unnatural freak?"

He heard Voldemort come to an abrupt halt right behind him,

"What?"

Harry kept his face buried in his hands as he heard Voldemort correct the chair and sit down in front of him,

"What did you just say, Harry?"

Harry drew in a deep breath and repeated the question,

"Am I an unnatural freak?"

Voldemort pulled his hands away from his face but Harry ducked his head and kept his eyes squeezed shut,

"Who said that to you?"

When Harry didn't reply, Voldemort cupped his cheek and spoke,

"Tell me who said to you and I shall make them pay dearly for it."

Harry opened his eyes and blinked away the tears. The darkness was gone along with the snake but Voldemort's crimson eyes held a mixture of concern and rage,

"My uncle…He would have said that if he…"

Voldemort drew closer to him and hissed in a dangerously low voice,

"If he what?"

A fresh stream of tears raced down his cheeks and a broken sob escaped his lips,

"If he'd seen the way you'd been kissing me in the forest and I…"

Harry paused and wrapped his arms around himself. Voldemort's voice was nothing more than a deadly whisper,

"And you what?"

Harry burst into sobs and cried out,

"And the way I was kissing you back…He would have called me an unnatural freak…a deviant…I'm a freak…I'm a freak…"

Before he could contemplate what was happening, Voldemort had him wrapped up in an embrace and Harry's tears stopped flowing because he was too busy feeling shocked,

"You are not a freak."

Harry rested his head on Voldemort's shoulder despite his better judgement and murmured,

"It's not natural…"

He felt Voldemort's long spidery fingers comb through his hair and he instantly felt better,

"What is not natural?"

Harry closed his eyes and spoke,

"What I feel for you…It's not natural…"

Voldemort's arms tightened around him and he hissed out,

"What do you feel for me?"

Harry drew in a deep breath and he blurted out whatever came to his mind. He couldn't string together words and he had no control over the words escaping his lips,

"Attraction… I feel attracted to you…But you're…you're a man…and…and I'm a…It's not normal…normal people don't…they just don't..."

Voldemort pulled away from him and clamped a hand over his mouth,

"Do you believe that this place is normal? That I am normal? That Bella is normal?"

Harry met Voldemort's gaze and shook his head reluctantly. A smile curved that lipless mouth and he spoke,

"Do you consider that to be a bad thing?"

Harry thought about that. It wasn't bad…it wasn't bad at all. This place was beautiful…unlike anything he'd ever seen and Voldemort…Voldemort was…he'd murdered his parents…but he wasn't bad…There was Tom trapped inside him…He shook his head and Voldemort's smile grew and Harry saw a glimpse of those warm brown eyes,

"Would you say that this place is a freak…that I am a freak…that Bella is a freak on the count of that we are not normal?"

Harry shook his head vigorously and spoke,

"No, this place is fantastic...it's beautiful…Bella's beautiful and you…you're beautiful too."

Harry clamped a hand over his mouth and felt himself flush as he realized what he'd just said. Utter surprise crossed Voldemort's feature before it was replaced with a warm smile again,

"You find beauty in everything because you are beautiful. You are not normal…but the word that I would use to describe you is rare. You are rare, Harry. Do not even think of that abhorrent word to describe yourself…You. Are. Rare…Now tell me what are you?"

Harry held Voldemort's gaze and murmured,

"I am rare."

Voldemort cupped his cheek,

"Louder."

Harry blushed and raised his voice a notch higher,

"I am rare."

Voldemort smiled and his eyes weren't crimson anymore. They were brown…For a moment, Harry thought that it would vanish and the crimson would return. It didn't and Harry felt himself smile as the sweet taste of victory filled his mouth. He was succeeding…he was getting Tom back bit by bit. Voldemort patted him on the cheek,

"Remember that always."

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