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Harry was tossed roughly on the cold hard stone floor of the chamber and it took him a minute to recover from the hard fall but as soon as he did, Voldemort was holding him by the hair and tilting his head back as far as it would. He closed his eyes as his scalp burned from the abuse and grabbed Voldemort's hand with both of his, trying to pry his fingers away from his hair.

It was futile though and Voldemort was just too strong. He was lifted up to his feet by his hair and thrown against the wall before he was pinned there by Voldemort's body,

"Look at me…Open your eyes and look at me…"

He obeyed wordlessly and opened his eyes meeting Voldemort's crimson gaze head on. The snake's huge triangular head was rested on his shoulder and his yellow gaze was fixed on him. He trembled and Voldemort pushed his knee between his thighs and smirked wickedly,

"You should have stayed dead, Harry."

He tipped his head back and squared his jaw defiantly,

"And why is that?"

Voldemort held both of his hands over his head with one of his and moved his other hand down his body,

"Because I shall steal your innocence now."

A moan involuntarily escaped his lips as Voldemort pinched one of his nipples through his shirt. Voldemort hummed with delight and pinched the other one. Harry tried to move but Voldemort's grip turned bruising on his wrists and he tsked,

"Relax…Harry… You brought this upon yourself."

He had just closed his eyes for a second when Voldemort spoke angrily,

"Open your eyes, Harry."

He shook his head and Voldemort hand's travelled lower and rested on his stomach,

"I shall not ask again."

He opened his eyes again and Voldemort spoke,

"Are you ready to be defiled?"

He nodded and whispered,

"I won't be defiled if I agree to it…I…I love you, Tom."

Voldemort hissed like he'd been burned and stepped away from him. Harry's arm fell down to his sides and he repeated in a louder, stronger, more resolute voice,

"I love you, Tom…I love you…I love you…I lo…"

He couldn't finish the sentence because Voldemort had a hand clamped tight over his mouth,

"Not another word."

He held Voldemort's gaze and said it with his eyes over and over again until Voldemort hand moved from his mouth to his throat,

"Lies…All lies…"

Harry shook his head exhaled shakily when Voldemort tightened his hold on his throat,

"I'm not lying…"

He coughed and sputtered but didn't fight Voldemort's hold. Voldemort let go on his own and spun him around so that his forehead was rested against the wall. Voldemort's front pressed to his back and he shuddered involuntarily,

"How can you love a monster? How can you love someone like me?"

Harry closed his eyes and laughed shakily,

"You're not a monster. Dumbledore is…You thought you'd killed him but he's been living inside you…feeding off your soul…commanding your body…poisoning your innocence and purity…You're not a monster, Tom...I see the real you…Even if you don't, I do."

Tom's hold softened on him for just a second before it tightened again,

"You are mistaken, Harry. I am a monster…I killed you once, I shall kill you again."

He smiled,

"You can stab my heart a million times, Tom. I'll lick up the blood and smile…Don't you see it? We're meant to be together."

Voldemort's body vanished from behind him and Harry turned around and opened his eyes. Voldemort was standing a couple of steps away from him and Harry saw the way the darkness that surrounded him was speckled with glittering gold. He took a step closer to him and spoke,

"Think about what I've just said, Tom…Just…please think about it…"

He walked towards where Voldemort's bedroom was and began pacing it nervously. He just hoped that his words got through to Voldemort. He looked down at his muddy clothes and stripped them off before heading into the bathroom and running a bath.

When he emerged half an hour later, the fireplace was going and Voldemort was staring into it. The darkness was still there and the snake was coiled around his chest. He didn't seem to notice as he moved between his knees and stood there, looking down at him. When his view of the fire was blocked, only then did he look up at him.

He loved it when Voldemort looked at him. The pits of his soul were so dark that when he looked at him, he could feel his body ache. He'd never questioned if his ability to see a Tom's soul was a gift or a curse. But right then, as he stared up at him like that and he could see a glimmer of black scales and golden lights in his eyes, he knew it was a gift.

The wet towel made a quiet thud as he dropped it to the floor. Voldemort's eyes didn't leave his face. He reached out slowly and pressed the tips of his fingers against his jaw. Voldemort closed his eyes and whispered his name and Harry murmured,

"I love you…I really do…"