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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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"Are we going to stay here all day?"

Voldemort asked.

"Or will you finally tell me where we are?"

Harry tightened his fingers around the steering wheel and stared at the house. Hours of driving took them from day to night and they were here, in Liverpool. At the house, he'd vowed never to set foot in.

"Harry."

Voldemort touched his arm, making Harry blink and turn to his lover. Concern darkened Voldemort's eyes as he waited for Harry to speak.

"We're—"

He cleared his throat and spoke softly,

"This place was..."

Voldemort's expression was shuttered, his face blank.

"What is this place?"

He spoke the words cautiously, carefully. He had a hint to what this place this. Harry closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the steering wheel,

"I was born here…my parents were…they were murdered here."

Voldemort rested his hand on his shoulder,

"We couldn't do a hotel or a rental, even? You had to bring me here, to a place that causes you pain?"

Harry shook his head. The man seated next to him, in the passenger side of his car, the man who'd gone as stiff as a plank.

"V"

Harry took his hand, gripped his fingers as he tried to make his actions make sense.

"I want to show you who I am. I want to share my life with you."

Voldemort shook his head, a bitter laugh falling from his mouth.

"I only set foot in there once and I couldn't do it."

Harry said.

"All those memories followed me."

Voldemort didn't look at him. Fear tightened Harry's grip and sped up his words.

"Everything from my childhood back then is in boxes in that garage."

He pointed to the three-door garage. He had the code to open it up, but he remained frozen.

"I want to go through them with you by my side."

His voice dropped, turning raspy.

"I want to walk through that door with you by my side. It's the only way I can. I want to face all those memories, packed away for years, and know that you're there with me."

Voldemort's chin wobbled.

"V, look at me,"

Harry begged.

"Please."

Voldemort turned slowly, facing him with red eyes as he swiped a hand over his mouth.

"Listen to me."

Harry cupped Voldemort's jaw.

"I want to put this part of my life to bed for good so that I can move forward with you. That's what I want."

"Why are you doing this to yourself?"

Voldemort asked. He gave a low, dark chuckle and stared out the vehicle.

"How am I supposed to do this, spend the weekend here with you, surrounded by memories and mementos of a time that torment you."

"It's all a part of me,"

Harry said.

"That time, that life, it's all a part of me. But so are you."

He brought Voldemort's knuckles to his mouth and kissed it.

"You're my focus now. And I want to show you that. I want to prove that. With your help."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

"How am I supposed to help?"

"By being here."

Harry didn't see any other way to prove how he felt to Voldemort. This weekend was to show him just how much he cared, so that when the truth came out…maybe it wouldn't be such a blow. Maybe it wouldn't explode and shatter any chance of them being more.

"Just be here with me, Love. Let me prove it to you. Put the words to action."

Voldemort looked sceptical. He stared through the windshield.

"Tell me about it."

He waved at the house.

Harry shrugged.

"My property manager, Dean. He takes care of everything. There isn't any furniture, but the utilities are on. I also had him stock up the fridge for us."

He took a deep breath then let it out.

"Come inside with me."

Felt as if he were asking for something more than just accompaniment up the circular drive and into the house. Felt as if he were asking for more than he should, given the circumstances. Voldemort nodded sharply.

"Okay. Let's do this, Mr. Potter."

He was out the car before Harry. Harry let his head fall back against the steering wheel. It was going to be fine. He had Voldemort with him this time.

Harry followed him, grabbing his overnight bag from the back seat. Voldemort had flung his camouflage duffel over his right shoulder. He stood there, so casual and sexy, in dark slacks and a black linen dress shirt. Today he wore Doc Martens instead of his usual polished dress shoes. Harry stared at Voldemort as his lover gazed up at the house. He couldn't get a hint as to Voldemort's thoughts, he kept his face carefully blank.

The drive up to Liverpool from London had been long, but they'd laughed and talked the whole way. Voldemort opened up to him about his likes and dislikes, his college days and Harry had shared how he'd gotten into law. The easy camaraderie and comfortable atmosphere was strained now, and he wished he'd told Voldemort where they were going before they left London. He walked up and stood side by side with Voldemort.

"Big house,"

Voldemort said. Harry nodded.

"Six bedrooms, four full baths. Two halves."

A house for a family. Harry swallowed the sudden knot in his throat.

"Come on."

He started walking and Voldemort was there with him, rough hand sliding into Harry's palm, holding him, propping him up as they walked up to the front door. Voldemort held his hand as Harry keyed in the security code and unlocked the door. He held Harry as they stepped into the house.

The place was warm, a bit muggy. Immediately he remembered the day he'd come here for the first time. Still so angry and bitter about all he'd lost. He'd stood in this same spot, stared up at the circular, winding staircase and saw the ghosts of the life he should have had with his family. He'd seen the walls stained with the blood of his parents, heard their screams as they had been murdered brutally. He'd turned right around and left. He never came back, but couldn't make himself put the house back on the market.

"Harry."

He turned to Voldemort who looked quite lost himself, in pain himself, and Harry pulled him into his arms. Voldemort held him, arms like tight contracting bands around Harry's body. He liked it. He whispered against Voldemort's neck.

"I love being in your arms. Your strength and the way you hold me, V. It feels like you're never, ever going to let me go."

Voldemort shuddered, but he didn't speak. Harry didn't need that. What he needed he had, Voldemort's arms around him. If he didn't have that, he'd fall. He pulled away reluctantly and spoke,

"Let's get some rest. Tomorrow will be time enough for all this."

Voldemort nodded.

Harry didn't want to climb the stairs. He led them to a room to his left, the living room, then got the inflatable bed and a blanket from the car. Voldemort snickered. Harry glared at him. That was the only interaction they had as Harry got the bed up, and Voldemort stripped down to his black briefs. Harry spread a blanket on the bed and kicked off his jeans before tumbling to the mattress. Voldemort crawled in after him. Exhaustion beat at him. He tugged Voldemort into his arms, inhaling his skin.

"Thank you."

he murmured.

"For coming here with me, and for staying."

Voldemort flipped until they were face to face.

"I'll be here, wherever you go."

His eyes were bright in the low light.

"My place…"

he touched the pad of one finger to Harry's mouth,

"My place is by your side, Harry."

And wouldn't it be great if he were to remember that once he learned who Harry really was? Wouldn't it be great if he let that drive him and not Harry's deceit? Harry kissed him softly, humming low in his throat. Voldemort's hands slid up and down his back as he pressed closer. Harry murmured sleepily,

"Let's go to sleep. I can't wait to wake up in your arms."

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