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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's phone vibrated where he'd placed it on the floor next to the air bed. He quickly snatched it up so it didn't wake Voldemort. His lover lay sprawled on his stomach, snoring. Red welts covered his ass and stood out amid the colourful tattoos on his back. Harry had taken care of him, putting ointment on his welts and holding Voldemort as he fell into a comfortable sleep. Harry was just waiting for morning to come, for Voldemort to wake so that he could take the plunge and finally tell Voldemort who he was. He frowned when he saw Sirius was calling,

"Yeah?"

He rolled away from the bed and got to his feet. Sirius didn't waste time with a greeting.

"I'm back and about to meet with the Death Eaters."

Harry glanced at a snoring Voldemort,

"You are?"

"Yep, got a call from them about fifteen minutes or so."

Sirius spoke to someone on his end then asked,

"You near your laptop to watch it?"

Damn.

"No. I'm not even in London right now."

Sirius sighed,

"Oh, right. Anyways you can listen through my phone. If you want me to ask anything though, you'll need to hit me up on Remus's cell."

He called out the number and Harry memorized it.

"I'm out. They tell me he's pulling up now."

"Cool."

Harry walked out the room and headed upstairs to the bathroom in the master suite. He locked himself in and put the phone on speaker. He couldn't see a damn thing, which he hated. He liked to see their faces, watch their expressions. Voldemort probably had his people do this while he was here with Harry. Was he going to call a truce? Sirius's voice came through loud and clear and a little confused.

"You're not the one I spoke to before."

Who had Voldemort sent in his stead?

"Yes. I believe you spoke to my nephew the last time. I'm in charge now."

Harry frowned.

"'Who the fuck hell are you?"

Sirius's voice rose a fraction.

"I'm not about to do anything with anyone I don't know. You got a name, duke?"

"Morfin Gaunt."

There was a smile in that voice.

"Marvolo Gaunt's son. Like I said, I'm in charge."

Harry pulled his phone and fired off a text to the number Sirius had given him.

"Does your nephew know you're in charge now?"

Sirius asked a moment later. Harry had seen the evidence of the argument Voldemort and his uncle had a while back. He'd listened to the pain and steel in Voldemort's voice when he'd talked about his uncle wanting what Voldemort would never give. No way in hell had Voldemort put his uncle in charge in his absence.

"My nephew knows nothing about leading us."

Morfin's tone was flat, nonchalant.

"Myself and a few concerned others have decided he needs to be removed."

Harry jumped to his feet, fingers flying over his phone's keys. Sirius asked,

"A coup?"

"You could say that. My nephew's priorities have changed."

Morfin paused as though choosing his words carefully.

"He's changed and I can't let him continue as we have been."

"Okay."

Sirius drew out the word.

"What do you want then?"

Morfin spoke eagerly.

"I want to propose a truce, I give you my nephew and control of our marijuana channels, of which we have plenty."

Harry's blood boiled. Morfin was throwing his nephew under the bus. That couldn't stand. Not at all. Sirius asked,

"What do you mean give me your nephew? I'm not in the market for a bastard."

Morfin spoke,

"I know you put a contract on him."

Harry could very well imagine the smirk on the man's face

"He's not that easy to kill, huh? Trust me, I know. I've tried."

Son of a bitch. Harry typed a text and hit send. A second later, Sirius asked,

"The bullet in the elevator?"

Morfin laughed outright,

"You've heard of it? Yes, unfortunately, my nephew survived that attempt. And another one after that."

Harry couldn't help but think that it was the one in the parking garage at his office.

"He's like a damned cat with nine lives."

Morfin sounded disgusted by the fact that his nephew wasn't dead. Sirius asked.

"Does your nephew know how much you hate him?"

Morfin spoke in a languid tone,

"I don't hate him. I love him. This is all for his own good."

"Uh, you're giving him to me. I know you don't think we're going to be besties. He killed one of my men and cost me a lot of money."

Morfin spoke in a tone that was as unruffled as if he was ordering dinner.

"Of course, do what you must."

Sirius's question was filled with incredulity.

"You want your nephew dead?"

Morfin said firmly,

"I want him gone. If he is to die, then so be it."

Sirius expelled a loud breath.

"Damn. The whole lot of you are cold, aren't you?"

"This is business. With my nephew out of the way, we can fully reach our potential,"

Morfin said firmly.

"My nephew likes to believe he has a heart and that this thing is a family. Not so, there's no family when it comes to business. Kill him and that will cement our truce. You get our marijuana channels and we continue as we've been, without our two factions clashing."

Oh, this Bastard had to go down. Harry sent a text.

Kill him.

He didn't care what it took. This Morfin bastard had to die. He'd tried to kill his own nephew. How cold was that? No one was going to hurt Voldemort. No one but Harry. His phone vibrated in his palm and he looked down at it.

You sure?

Dead.

He typed back.

Now.

He'd deal with the repercussions as they came. In the morning, he'd sit Voldemort down and explain to him who he really was then he'd play him this tape of his nephew selling him out.

"Listen…"

Sirius's voice shifted as if he'd moved.

"This is all cool, but I gotta tell you, I don't trust you."

Morfin sputtered at Sirius's words.

"I told you…"

Sirius sounded reasonable then, which should have put Morfin on alert. A reasonable Sirius meant it was time to start praying.

"I know what you told me. But the fact remains, if you tried to kill your nephew…your own flesh and blood…I know for sure you'll try to kill me."

Sirius paused and chuckled.

"I kind of like breathing."

Something scraped against concrete. Two muffled gun shots and then a low thud reached Harry's ears. He leaned against the bathroom wall. He'd killed Voldemort's Uncle. He wouldn't feel sorry. Couldn't be sorry. Morfin was going to hand Voldemort over to his enemy to be killed. Harry may be a hypocrite, but he didn't care. His phone rang and he asked Sirius,

"It's done?"

Sirius spoke in a low voice,

"All done. You know this is an act of war, right? Doesn't matter why we killed him…although I actually don't know why…but his nephew won't care about that."

"We need to talk."

Harry squeezed the phone tight in his palm.

"About this. There's something you need to know. I'll be back on Monday."

"Care to talk about why I have a dead Drug Lord on the floor of my restaurant?"

Harry spoke angrily.

"He needed to die."

Sirius spoke seriously,

"Well yeah, they all do, but why kill him and accelerate the already heated situation?"

Not all of them. Not all of them needed to die.

"We need a face to face for this one. Monday. Just…I have my reasons."

"I know you have your reasons, Harry."

He heard the smile in Sirius's voice.

"I just wanted to make sure you know that your reasons have now launched us fully into a war with the Death Eaters. There'll be no doubt that we're at war once they find this one's body."

Harry knew that, but he was hoping he could talk to Voldemort, make him see reason. Make him understand.

"I'll take care of it."

"I have no doubt that you will."

Sirius had more faith in him than Harry deserved. He wondered how his Godfather would react when he learned that Harry was in love with Voldemort. Not good, that he knew for sure.

"How did Moscow go?"

"We're good to go on that front."

Harry heaved a relieved sigh.

"Good."

At least they hadn't lost that battle. Sirius finally said,

"Alright, I gotta go get rid of this body. And the phone. I'll send you the number in a few once I get hooked up with a new one."

Sirius and Harry only communicated with each other via disposable phone. Every few days Sirius changed them out and sent Harry the new number.

"Okay. Take care, Sirius."

"Take care of yourself, Harry. See you on Monday."

Harry ended the call and slumped against the wall. He closed his fist around the phone. Tomorrow. Tomorrow was going to be hell. He'd have the battle of his life proving to Voldemort that what they had was real. He'd deal with tomorrow when it came. There was no point in worrying about that now. He headed back downstairs and crawled into bed with his lover.

The next morning Harry rolled over with a sigh, hand reaching out before he'd even opened his eyes. Reaching for Voldemort. Only he found a cold pillow and the rustle of paper. He lifted his head, blinking against the glare of sunlight.

"V?"

His lover's name left his lips on a croak. But he was alone in the bed. A piece of paper lay on the pillow Voldemort had laid on hours before. His head imprint had long smoothed out. Harry sat up and grabbed the paper.

I had to leave. I'm sorry. Something came up. I took your SUV. Sorry again. I'll talk to you soon. – V

Harry balled the paper up and threw it cross the room as his stomach sank.

"Damn it!"

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