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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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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.

"Boss. Boss."

Avery grabbed his arm.

"We need him alive for now. Remember?"

Voldemort glared at Avery for the intrusion then looked down at Sirius. His face was a bloodied swollen mess. His eyes were puffy and closed as blood gushed from different wounds on his face. Still, the bastard must not have been too hurt because he attempted a grin which morphed into a grimace. He spat a mouthful of blood at Voldemort's feet.

"That bitch."

He must be referring to Cho.

"I'm going to kill her."

Rage shook Sirius's body.

"Deceived by a woman. That never fails."

Voldemort shook his head.

"You killed my Uncle."

He heard the breath rattling in his throat, heard his pants, but he still tried for calm.

"Did I?"

Sirius's words were filled with pain. One of his front teeth was chipped.

"Don't recall."

Voldemort smiled at him.

"I actually like you. You're good."

He squatted next to Sirius. "

But let's keep it real…I'm so damned better than you."

He looked at the gun in his hand, coated a sticky crimson.

"You're brave, too, but that's not going to save you."

Sirius may have shrugged, Voldemort couldn't be sure.

"You think it would've been this easy to get at me if your girl hadn't drugged me?"

His left eye peeked open, unfocused, bloodshot.

Voldemort winked,

"Doesn't matter, does it? You still got caught. Honey trap is still the best trap and now…"

He slid a gloved finger over the barrel of the gun and promised.

"You're going to die and it's going to hurt,"

Sirius managed a pained chuckle,

"I've got nothing against pain. We're on a first name basis, pain and I."

Voldemort straddled him,

"That's good."

Nott came up behind Sirius and yanked his head back. Avery stepped forward and opened Sirius's mouth. He struggled, he really did, but he had no chance. Voldemort put the gun in his mouth.

"Let's play a game."

He squeezed the trigger.

Click.

Sirius tried not to flinch, Voldemort could tell, but his body had other ideas.

"Blood and violence gets me hard,"

Voldemort murmured with a smile. Sirius choked on the gun in his mouth.

"I can do this all bloody day, do you hear me?"

If he hadn't been staring at Sirius, he might have missed the way his one fairly good eye tried to widen. Voldemort grinned. He tapped his finger against the trigger. Sirius tensed.

Click.

Relief flooded Sirius's eye. Voldemort clicked his tongue.

"Running out of time."

He touched Sirius's face.

"I want to know why you killed my uncle."

The promise of payback was real, tangible, in Sirius's eye.

"Did this twice before,"

Voldemort said conversationally.

"Found that I quite like it. Don't get to do it quite as often as I like."

He squeezed the trigger again.

"Click."

He chuckled.

"I like that sound. So loud and final."

Sweat rolled down Sirius's face, mixing with the blood there, but Voldemort doubted that the other man was aware of it. He made a garbled sound and Voldemort removed the gun so he could hear.

"Untie me and let's do this,"

Sirius said. Blood dripped from his nose and busted lip.

"Nah. You had your shot, now it's my turn."

Something buzzed. Voldemort frowned and looked over at Avery.

"It's one of his phones, boss. It's been doing that off and on since we picked him up."

Sirius grunted.

"Well, turn it off."

Voldemort scowled.

"Why haven't you done that yet?"

Avery's face flushed red.

"I thought maybe you'd want it."

Why would he want the bastard's phone? The phone buzzed again and Avery looked at it.

"It's a text from someone telling him to lay low."

Sirius made another grunt. Voldemort turned back to him. Oh, now that was interesting. He rose slowly, Sirius's half opened eye tracking his movements as he walked away.

"What's the name of the person who sent the text?"

Avery squinted at the phone.

"Doesn't have a name assigned, just the phone number."

He called it out. Voldemort stopped midstride, head cocked. That sounded…familiar.

"Give it."

He resumed walking and took the phone from Avery.

Sirius, stay the hell off the streets. I'll handle this.

That text was concerning. But what rocked him was the number. He knew it. He had that number programmed into his phone. Something cold settled over him, chilling his skin. Voldemort looked down. Searching for that wet blanket, but it was just his mind. All in his mind.

"My phone."

His words sounded garbled. Were they?

"Get my phone. Back pocket."

The words echoed, loud, strained in his ear.

Someone touched him, pulling his phone from his pocket. Voldemort couldn't move. Too frozen. It wasn't true. The road his mind was travelling now, what he was thinking. It wasn't true. He didn't even know what he was thinking, really, so of course, it wasn't true.

"Here, boss."

Voldemort took the phone Ben placed into his other hand and scrolled through his contacts. To M. For Mr. Potter. He stared at the numbers, side by side. Then he went to the keypad on Sirius's phone and dialled the number he had for Harry. He managed to key in four numbers on his own then the bastard's phone kicked in, supplying the rest for him.

Voldemort stared at both phones in his blood-soaked hands. Now they were both bloodied. As Sirius was bloodied. What about Voldemort? What was he? He touched the green phone icon and the call connected and all the while, he found himself praying. Praying.

Please. It's not true. It's not. Don't let it be.

"Sirius, where the hell have you been?"

The bottom fell out of Voldemort's world. He plummeted, felt himself dropping, dropping. Far and fast. He knew that voice. He knew the man on the other end.

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