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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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His uncle was dead. Alive one minute and gone the next. Two bullet holes in his forehead. Voldemort was trying, trying to stay upright, but every time he thought about it, that his uncle was gone, stolen from him, he felt himself slipping. Falling into darkness.

The vibrations from his phone signalling a text message had yanked him from sleep, from the comfort of Harry's arms. He'd stood there, naked, instantly numb as he'd read the one sentence text from Avery. His brother had been found floating in the marsh near Gateway Mall. Shot and dumped like garbage.

Voldemort didn't have to ask who'd done it. He didn't have to guess who'd taken his brother from him. They'd feel his wrath, no doubt. Morfin and he had their disagreements, but he was family, flesh and blood, and Voldemort wasn't going to allow this to stand unchallenged. They'd upped it. The game. The war. He'd be happy to deliver the next blow.

He picked up his phone, checking the time again. It didn't ring, but he had messages. Voicemails from Harry. Voldemort had ran out of there without telling his lover why. Taking his car and leaving Harry stranded, but he couldn't do it. Couldn't share this with Harry. He couldn't even make himself speak it out loud. He wanted to share it though, wanted for Harry to share the burden with him. But he wasn't going there, wasn't taking Harry on this dark and twisted journey with him. The phone rang in his hand and he quickly slid right to answer.

"Avery."

Avery spoke,

"We got him."

Voldemort inquired,

"Any problems?"

Avery replied,

"Nothing significant."

"Good."

Voldemort rose from behind his desk with a hard smile.

"I'm on my way."

He ended the call and walked out his office. He'd made sure to keep an eye on the bastard at all times, and now that impromptu decision was paying mad dividends. Now Nott, Avery and Rodolphus had him and would deliver him to the space Voldemort kept especially for meetings such as these.

He drove himself, phone clasped tight in his hand. His mind kept wandering to Harry. Had his lover made it back to London by now? Harry had left him three voicemails, but Voldemort hadn't had the guts to listen to them. Now, as he slowed for a yellow light, he played them back.

"V, Damn it. Why aren't you answering me?"

Harry huffed out a breath, long and shuddering.

"We need to talk. I—there are some things you need to know. Please. Call me back."

Voldemort hit seven to delete it and shook his head. He'd left Harry stranded yet his lover was worried about him.

He played the second message.

"V, please. This is important."

He sounded rushed, out of breath.

"I need to speak to you, and I think I hear Butch outside somewhere. I'm putting my stuff in a rental…thank so much for that, by the way…and I think she's at the back door. Probably looking for you."

He paused.

"V, call me. Or come by the condo. Please."

At the mention of Butch, Voldemort smiled. His heart ached, his eyes were gritty. Harry's voice calmed him, steadied his breathing. He deleted that message then played the last one.

"V."

This time his tone was subdued. Resigned.

"I'm sorry."

Meow.

He jumped when he heard a cat in Harry's message, but he ended it. That had to be Butch. She sounded close to the phone, as if Harry was holding her. And why was his lover sorry? What did Harry have to be sorry for? Voldemort was the one who'd left him abandoned and stranded. He tossed the phone onto the passenger seat without erasing the last message. For some reason, maybe it was hearing Butch in the background, he didn't want it gone. For now, though, he needed to be a different person, a different animal for what he was about to do.

The two-story brick house in the suburbs wasn't abandoned. Far from it. Voldemort made sure the utilities and all taxes were paid on it. It was his, just under a different name, a name the cops would never trace back to him. He made sure to change out the plates on his SUV. He pulled his dark cap low on his forehead and flipped his hoody up over it. Dark sunglasses shaded his eyes. Only once he was sure his features were properly disguised did he hop out the vehicle and walk the two blocks to the house, hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans. He ran up the front steps, all five of them, and the front door was yanked open before he reached the top. Voldemort stepped into the dark house and nodded to Avery.

"All set?"

Avery nodded. Voldemort smiled.

"Then let's do this."

He waited for Avery to lock the door then followed him down the carpeted stairs into the large, unfinished basement. Despite the upper part of the house being in darkness, the basement was well lit. Nott and Rodolphus stood off to the side, a slender Asian between them, and in the middle of the room, handcuffed and tied naked to a chair was Sirius Black. His head was bowed, chin brushing his chest.

"He's still out, boss."

Avery kicked the leg of the chair.

"I think Cho gave him enough tranquilizer to drop an elephant."

Cho shrugged with a wide smile.

"Didn't want to leave anything to chance."

Voldemort nodded.

"Good job."

She'd been picked for this job because Sirius loved his women, he didn't discriminate. So, the instant Voldemort had gotten word that the order might be thinking of coming after him, he'd prepped Cho and sent her after Sirius. Gaining entry into his auto body shop with a broken-down car, she'd flirted her way into Sirius's bed. The man had a type and Cho fit it to a "T". She'd been the source of some invaluable information, including that shipment. He looked around.

"Where are his clothes?"

Avery pointed to a pile of clothes over in the far corner.

"Over there. He had his car keys, two cell phones and a gun on him."

"Bring me the gun."

Voldemort walked over and stood in front of a still out Sirius.

"Um…"

Cho sounded hesitant.

"There's something you need to know, boss."

"Not now."

Voldemort didn't look at her.

"Get her out of here."

Footsteps shuffled behind him then someone tapped him on his shoulder. He glanced over as Rodolphus handed him black gloves. Voldemort tugged them on, one by one, then took the gun when Avery passed it to him.

One hard swing, he connected with Sirius's face. He woke up with a shout. The sound curled Voldemort's toes and coiled tight in his lower belly. He grinned and hit him again, bones crunched, blood flew. He kept hitting him as images of his uncle, pale and still with two neat holes in his head, swam in front of him. The blows reverberated up his arm, but he didn't wince, didn't stop.

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