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Harry finished buttoning his shirt and splashed water over his face before quickly exiting the bathroom. Voldemort stood at the glass wall, peering down onto the streets. He said without looking at Harry,
"Nice view."
Harry stepped closer to him,
"I like it."
Voldemort turned and faced him.
"I can see why. Ready to escort me out, Mr. Potter?"
Harry nodded.
"Let's go."
He motioned for Voldemort to precede him out then he locked up and headed to the elevators. Voldemort stared apprehensively at the elevator and turned to move towards the stairs,
"I'm taking the stairs.
Harry grabbed his arm.
"You're taking the elevator, because I'm taking the elevator."
Voldemort's jaw hardened,
"I told you….."
Harry caught Voldemort's chin, held it steady as he gazed into his eyes,
"I know, someone tried to kill you in an elevator—and one day you'll explain that to me—but no one knows about you and me, so I promise there's no on there waiting to ambush you."
Voldemort's gaze flitted away. He was scared,
"Harry."
Harry linked their fingers,
"You and me, V. I've got you. You just trusted me with something way more dangerous, trust me with this. Please."
He couldn't say why he waited, hardly daring to breathe, as Voldemort stared over at the elevators. Voldemort finally nodded,
"Okay…Yes."
Harry released his breath with a smile,
"Come on then."
He led them to the elevators and pressed the down button. The doors dinged open and they stepped inside. Voldemort's fingers spasmed in Harry's hold.
"My car's in the parking garage."
"Okay."
Harry selected the button for the underground garage and shifted closer in order for Voldemort to lean on him.
"Breathe, V."
Voldemort huffed. Spots of colour appeared on his cheeks and he ducked his head.
"I am breathing."
Harry wanted to wrap an arm around him and pull him close but he restrained himself,
"Why did someone try to kill you?"
Voldemort took a deep breath and turned so they were facing each other,
"You know who I am, right?"
Harry narrowed his gaze and Voldemort shook his head,
"You're a lawyer, Harry. Tell me you didn't look me up the second I told you my name."
Harry had looked him, except he'd done it way before they'd met face to face.
"I looked you up."
Voldemort licked his torn bottom lip nervously,
"Then you know what I am, what I do. Most of it is correct. I do bad things, illegal things. Someone wants what I have. They're out to take it by any means necessary."
Harry's heart pounded so loud, he was pretty sure Voldemort could hear it,
"You sound almost accepting of that."
Voldemort shrugged
"It's the way things work in my world. It's always going be that way."
The urgency to call Sirius grew impossibly high with every passing moment,
"Isn't your life more important? Why don't you just give him what he wants, this guy who wants you dead?"
Voldemort barked a laugh.
"That's debatable, my life isn't worth anything. But no, he's not getting what I have."
Voldemort's voice was firm, clear and so full of conviction that it raised the hairs on Harry's nape. The elevator reached the underground parking garage and Voldemort blinked,
"Wow."
Then he smiled at Harry, crooked and tentative,
"You distracted me."
"I'm the only one allowed to hurt you, V."
So damn true, wasn't it? He needed to find out who else wanted Voldemort dead,
"Here."
Harry pulled a pen and business card from his wallet and scribbled his number on the back before handing it to Voldemort,
"This is my number. Call me anytime."
Voldemort took the card and turned it over to stare at the number,
"You're really going to do this with me, Mr. Potter?"
His eyes were filled with mirth as he stared at Harry. Harry touched him, his busted bottom lip, thumb pressing on the cut there before he dropped his hand,
"I've already done it, V."
Voldemort searched his gaze then nodded.
"Alright then."
He pointed to a black SUV parked on the far side of the lot.
"I'm over here." They walked over in silence, the sound of their footsteps echoing. When he reached his vehicle, Voldemort unlocked it with the key fob then opened the driver side door. He spoke,
"Usually I'm driven around wherever I want to go."
Harry couldn't help but ask,
"Why not today?"
Voldemort placed a hand on Harry's chest and leaned in, inhaling his scent before he lifted his head and peered up at him,
"Because I don't want anyone to know about you. I can't let anyone know about this. Us."
Harry frowned,
"I don't…."
Fear flashed in Voldemort's eyes and he shouted,
"Look out!"
He pushed Harry to the side, sending him crashing to the ground as the sound of a gun going off filled the air. Glass shattered mere inches away from Harry's face, spraying onto his exposed skin like water. Sharp, stinging water. Voldemort scrambled off him,
"Damn. Harry, stay down."
"What's…..."
Harry struggled upright as Voldemort ran toward the gun shots, shooting back. Where in the hell had his gun been? Harry never even saw it upstairs.
"V!"
Harry pulled his phone, trying to dial out, but he didn't have service.
"Damn."
He crouched, his back against the front tyre of Voldemort's SUV. He was exposed, without a weapon while someone shot at him. He'd okayed this, going after Voldemort, but now, being witness to it after what the two of them had just shared? That shook him. Shook him up badly inside. The gun shots eased up. Running footsteps approached him. Harry tensed and waited,
"Harry, are you okay?"
Harry jumped to his feet and grabbed Voldemort's shoulder,
"What the hell, V? Don't do that again."
Voldemort shook his head as he opened his SUV door and placed his gun on the passenger seat. He was breathing hard,
"I wasn't going to let you get hurt."
He rubbed his forehead,
"I have to go."
Harry hauled him into his arms, squeezing him tight as he kissed him, hard and punishing. Voldemort kissed him back just as hot, just as wet and wild then he pulled away. His eyes were sad, regretful, but alert,
"Harry."
Harry stepped back. The last thing he wanted to do.
"I know, you have to go."
Voldemort nodded,
"You should get out of here, too. Before they find the body."
He hopped up into his vehicle.
"Go. Please."
"Damn it, V"
Voldemort had killed a man for him. For him. Harry rubbed a hand over his head.
"Drive safe, V."
Voldemort drove off after one last look and Harry hurried to his own car. This was a mess. A complete and utter mess. He tried calling Sirius half a dozen times and finally sent his Godfather a text when he didn't answer,
We need to talk. Call off the job.
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