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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 didn't sleep for two nights. Not because he didn't want to. He did. To lose himself in that dark oblivion. To forget, just for a little while. But he couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Harry. Every time he closed his eyes he heard the lies. Each one reverberated in his head and made him angrier and angrier. Each one sank in deeper, cut him sharper than the last.

How did he get over it, wanting to shoot Harry, but still aching for his touch? How did he trust someone who looked him in the eye and straight up lied to him like that? He'd killed Morfin. Harry said he'd deserved it, but Voldemort would never believe that his uncle would give him up, sell him out to the order. Why would he? Morfin hated them.

Nott, Avery and Rodolphus all walked cautiously around him, as if they could see how close he was to falling off the damned edge. He kept smoking, searching for escape. He found none. He'd woken up in a puddle of his own vomit the other night after downing far too much vodka. Anger at his weakness and naïveté had gripped him so hard, he'd had to let it out. Which was why he'd found himself at Harry's condo, picking the lock and letting himself in. He didn't even have a plan as he'd stood in the darkened bedroom, watching Harry sleep. He'd just wanted to snatch away that calm, that comfort.

In the end, he'd messed himself up even more. Touching Harry was… Voldemort's breath had hitched at the slide of their skin. At the sight of the bandage at his nape. He'd come so hard, blasted off like a rocket with just the slide of his cock between Harry's ass. When was the last time Harry bottomed, if at all? They hadn't ever discussed it. Voldemort had thought they'd have time for that, to try new things. To experiment.

Stupid.

He sat between Rodolphus and Bella, smoking a joint on the roof of his building. The sun was setting and they were celebrating Morfin. Nott and Avery were talking, chuckling as they reminisced about Voldemort's uncle. Voldemort listened with half an ear. The other kept hearing Harry's words about Morfin. What he'd done. Rodolphus whispered.

"Are you okay, Master?"

Voldemort nodded, rubbing at his chest absent-mindedly. Harry didn't belong here. As much as Voldemort hated him, he just…he couldn't. That hurt more than anything else. Bella rubbed his knee, flashing him a sympathetic smile.

They probably thought he was sad about Morfin. And to some extent he was. Morfin was blood. Voldemort had no one now. Loneliness swamped him right then, heavy and thick, hunching his shoulders and bowing his head. He was alone once again. Given his track record, it was better that way. But why did it make his chest ache?

Bella laid her head in his lap. Rodolphus' shoulders brushed his. They were his companions, absent all the sex, they were still his companions. And he leaned on them now, soaking up the silent strength they gave him. Head against the wall, he took a pull on his joint and gazed up at the sky.

He didn't know what his next move was. That just never happened. He always knew, always knew. Now everything was messed up and he didn't know. He didn't know what to do, how to move on, how to make his heart not break, how to make himself not wish that things had been different. That none of it had been lies.

He should be focused on his upcoming meeting with the old bastards. Now that Morfin was gone, there was nothing stopping him from giving all of them the finger. Now that he had nothing left, he didn't give a damn if they tried to rub him off. They definitely would not be the first to try. The cops were circling, asking questions he'd never answer. But of course, that brought an attention the old bastards didn't want. He kind of wished they did try to kill him. Put him out of this misery. The only other thing that would heal the pain was…

He dropped his blunt and was on his feet before he completed the thought, walking away before the others had a chance to ask a question. Voldemort didn't try to figure out why everything in him pulled him in the direction he was headed. He was too exhausted, too achy, and all thought out. He drove with single-minded focus and sat in the parking lot for a second. Funny how he kept ending up here. He took the elevator with hands clasped in front of him, pacing the small space as it moved.

His eyes felt gritty as if filled with sand. He rubbed them as he paced, refusing to keep still. If he kept still, if he stopped moving, he might never go where his heart insisted he go. When the elevator doors opened, he stepped out into hallway. The spare key he'd stolen from Harry worked like a charm the second time around and a moment later he was inside the condo.

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