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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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Voldemort's first blow came while Harry was walking out his door. He'd run home to take a quick shower…careful to not get the bandage at his nape wet…and get some food in his empty stomach. A news bulletin on the small TV Carol was watching in the kitchen caught his eye.

He'd burned down the restaurant. Sirius's restaurant. A huge orange ball of fire was the only thing left of the restaurant Sirius owned. The restaurant had served as his unofficial base of operations. Apparently, Voldemort knew that, because the property was all gone. A pile of hot ash.

A scrawl on the bottom of the screen also mentioned the death of three men, suspected low level drug dealers. Each man shot execution style on a street corner. Broad daylight, too. Voldemort didn't appear to care about anonymity, but no one was talking. Street mentality. Nobody saw nothing.

The men were members of order. Harry didn't have to guess. Everyone who dealt on those streets were from the order. He walked away from the TV and the condo, and once he got into the elevator he dialled Voldemort. The phone rang twice then went to voicemail. At least he hadn't flat out changed the number.

"V."

He spoke into the phone.

"I got your message. Why don't you come see me?"

he asked, gently touching his burning neck.

"I hurt you. Why don't you hurt me, V? You want to, don't you?"

Harry left it at that. This was between Voldemort and him. The streets didn't have to pay for Harry's mistakes.

At the hospital, he walked into Sirius's room and found his cousin awake and propped up in the hospital bed. Remus sat with him, in a chair over in the corner, jaw tight, expression shuttered. The two men weren't alone. A woman was with Sirius, curled up next to him on the bed, a hand on his chest while Sirius hugged her close. Yeah, now the expression on Remus's face made sense.

Sirius looked up when Harry walked in and shifted on the bed.

"Tonks, baby. Give us men some time alone, would you?"

His words were slurred and halting, but the woman at his side pouted and got up, tugging on the short black skirt she wore. Her pink bra was visible under the white see-through tank top. Nice breasts. Too bad Remus looked like he wanted to punch her in the throat.

Once Tonks left, Sirius turned to Harry.

"You really messed up, Harry."

Harry rolled his eyes,

"He burned down the restaurant. Just now. And we've got three foot soldiers dead."

Sirius stared at him, swollen, bloodshot eyes and all.

"Cho was a plant. She set me up. They snatched me at her house."

He rubbed his jaw then flinched.

"I passed out in her bed and didn't wake up until they had me. Bitch probably told him about the shipment and God knows what else."

Self-disgust and anger messed with his already stunted speech. Betrayed by a woman yet Sirius had no problems finding another one to keep him company in his hospital bed. Maybe he needed another pistol whipping before he wised up. His Godfather peered at him,

"You really feel something for this dude, or were you playing with him all this time?"

Love was such a small word for what he felt for Voldemort. Harry lowered himself to Sirius's bed.

"None of it was planned. None of it was false, Sirius."

Sirius gaze was fixed on him,

"But you still gave the go-ahead for me to put out the contract on him?"

Sirius's swollen face contorted.

"That's messed up, Harry."

All Harry could do was nod.

"I know."

Sirius spoke again,

"We killed his uncle"

"That bastard deserved to be killed ten times over,"

Harry snarled.

"I wasn't going to allow him to hurt Voldemort."

Remus spoke up from the corner.

"No, that right was yours,"

Harry rounded on him with a frown then glared at Sirius,

"Why did you tell him about me?"

Sirius shrugged.

"Remus is my friend. Our secret is safe so calm yourself down. I trust him."

But he didn't even look in Remus's direction. Come to think of it, Harry hadn't seen him even glance at Remus since he came in. Lots to ponder there. Sirius asked.

"Why didn't you tell him his uncle tried to kill him more than once?"

Thankfully Remus's phone went off, allowing Harry to ignore the question,

"It's the Russians."

Remus got up and handed the phone to Sirius.

"What's up?"

Sirius's face couldn't get any more swollen, but he looked like he was about to pop as he listened,

"I see."

He glared at Harry as he spoke into the phone,

"I didn't know they were in the running."

His eyes rolled up to the ceiling.

"Yeah. Thanks for calling."

He pelted the phone across the room. Remus shouted.

"Hey!"

"Bastards. The Russians changed their mind."

Sirius turned to Harry.

"He's going with the Russians."

Harry gaped.

"What? I didn't think… They were after the Mexican deal, too?"

Sirius lifted a bandaged eyebrow.

"They weren't, at least until this morning when they got an offer they couldn't refuse."

"Damn it!"

Harry spun away, punching the wall. Voldemort wasn't messing around. He'd known there'd be fallout, but damn. He needed to deal with this ASAP. This was his mess. Harry turned back to the bed.

"I need you to go away once they discharge you."

His Godfather scowled,

"What the hell are you saying? I'm not going anywhere."

"Sirius, listen to me."

Harry gritted his teeth.

"I need to handle him, I need to deal with Voldemort. I need you to get ghost for that to happen."

He leaned over to Sirius.

"You need to let me do this."

Sirius huffed out a breath.

"Damn it. Fine."

"Where will you go?"

Remus spoke,

"I've got a hunting cabin. You're welcome to it."

Something flashed in Sirius's eyes. He looked at Remus then, but Remus wasn't looking back. His head was tilted up, eyes closed. Harry hid a grin.

"There. Your friend is going to take you up to his cabin and watch over you."

Remus's eyes flew open. Harry didn't back down from the betrayed look in Remus's eyes. Sirius didn't seem to catch the near panic on his friend's face.

"Yeah. Alright."

Remus scowled at Harry who smiled back. Those two alone in a cabin. He'd pay to see that.

"How are you going to deal with your man, though? I looked into the bastard's eyes, Harry. He is insane. Like for real."

"I can handle him."

At least he hoped he could. He'd never had to deal with a homicidal Voldemort jacked up on hurt and anger before. Sirius stared at him with concern and Harry was forced to ask,

"What?"

Sirius smiled,

"Can't believe the bastard is who you've been dealing with this whole time."

He shook his head.

"He even had you laughing and happy. I thought I would never see you do that."

"I don't want to talk about my past."

Harry was over all that. What he wanted, all he was focused on now was Voldemort. Getting his man back.

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