A/N Thanks for the review. I made a dance for joy through my room. And three on the first day and one personal note! By now I have four reviews and two people want to have a mail as soon as I update. I had not thought that someone would really read this. I thank you so much. This encourages me to write on.

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Chapter 2 – I think you have questions

As she was again in the room, she closed the door silently and watched the boy who was still sobbing on her bed. He seemed so fragile lying there. A fifteen year old should not look like that.

"You should calm down and sleep a dreamless sleep," the woman said quietly and only moments later the sobs died down and the boy relaxed gradually into a more or less peaceful sleep. So her word magic was still as powerful as the last time she had used it. She approached him in her wheelchair and started to examine him. His face was at least semi relaxed. He seemed to have nightmares. She closed her eyes and looked what he saw, the early abuse at the Dursleys, when they still had been satisfied with beating him and calling him names.

She put a hand on his forehead and slowly the dreams faded away. As soon as he slept, really dreamless, she pulled the hand away and started to work on his body, cleaning all open wounds and trying to take his pain away.

Two hours later she was finished and leaned back. She looked at her work and nodded satisfied. Maybe she could not take the mental pain away but she could make him feel at least physically better. She put some pain reliever potions on the bedside table, magically put pyjamas on the boy and tucked him in. Then she left and locked the room quietly. She stretched out her magical senses and looked to where Tom was and if someone was with him, on the way to him or would be. As soon as she was sure that she would not run into some Death Eaters she got on her way.

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Voldemort sat in his office and grew more and more worried. In the last two hours he had constantly felt the magic of her. She was overpowering herself damn it! She was only a few days out of her coma and now she was doing something like that. And for Potter nonetheless! He swore to himself that he would kill Potter as slowly and as painfully as possible if something should happen to her.

For the first one and a half hour, his Death Eaters had distracted him but now he was left alone to worry about her.

"You worry too much, you know?" a soft voice from the door said.

"I have just got you back. I will not lose you to Potter again," he stated, calmly relieved that she was with him now.

"You wouldn't have if you had listened to what I said in the first place. But you cannot betray fate. She is impartial."

"I know. You said it more than once. Although I still do not believe you."

"Everything will happen how it is supposed to happen, even if we do not like it." She was now opposite the Dark Lord and with a gesture of his wand, the room was locked and warded. She smiled to him and leaned once more back into her wheelchair.

"I think you have questions. You can ask now but be aware that I might not answer."

Voldemort sighed. She has always been this way. She knew everything and never really told him what was going on in her mind. But nonetheless everything she actually told him was true. She had never lied to him and her hints had always been more than useful.

"Why do you help him?"

"You know that. I am not keen to be in pain and that is at the moment the only feeling I receive from him."

"You know what I wanted to say: Why don't you let me kill him? Then you would get no pain from him."

She looked at him as if he had grown a second head and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you so stupid? No, that was the wrong word. Ignorant? I told you what would happen. You. Have. Seen. It. Do you want to get rid of me?"

Any other person would have been under the Cruciatus Curse after the first sentence but not she. He would never hurt her personally because since he first met her almost every pain she had gone through had, at least passively been caused by him.

"You know that I do not want to be rid of you. I care more about you than about anyone else. I just want you to be happy and after what happened today I got the feeling that this connection is by no means good for you," he sighed defeated.

"Always concerned about me, are you Tom?" she smiled slightly. "But you have more questions."

"Did you mean what you said earlier?"

"What Tom? I have said many things", she sighed.

"That he started to mistrust Dumbledore."

"Yes. He overheard some conversations that arose more than just questions and mistrust towards Dumbledore in him."

"So maybe I can at least get some information from him or even his allegiance. Merlin that would be great." he breathed and she only smiled slightly.

"You see? Sometimes you should ask questions first and shoot later and not the other way around", she said by now chuckling lightly. "I take it you like my proposition?"

Voldemort sighed and nodded. As he had thought before, she was right as always and he wrong. And he was not to shy to admit that, at least not to her.

"You are right, as always. But what happened to him? Why does he want to die?" he asked.

She closed her eyes and stayed silent for a long time.

"You don't have to answer me if it hurts too much," he said and started to stroke her hair over the desk that fell in soft curls around her face and form. She leaned in the touch. Just as Voldemort thought she would really not answer his question, he heard her voice nearly inaudible.

"They took the next step in their abuse." Her voice shook with emotion. The Dark Lord came around his desk and gathered her trembling form into his arms. He lifted her out of the wheelchair and sat down in a chair by the fire with the woman in his lap. He felt her emotions wash in waves over him and knew she felt almost the same what he felt. Disgust, indignation and pure anger. But she also felt pain. What happened to Potter should not happen to a magical child. Not even to his worst enemy he wished such a fate. Those damn muggles. He wanted to go there and kill them. Slowly. Such monsters did not deserve to live. Sure some of his followers were monsters too but none of them would sink so low as to actually rape. They were sadistic, yes, but rape? They would never even consider it.

"I will go and kill them."

"No, not yet, that would only alert Dumbledore. Wait, talk to Harry and when he is on your side then you can kill them if he wants it, and maybe you will even have his help. Besides I am too exhausted right now."

"Don't you think that Dumbledore knows by now? I mean Potter is missing for over two hours now."

"Really? As much as I can see he is still with his 'family'," the woman answered and a picture was seen in front of them that showed the backyard of the Dursleys's house with Harry Potter, Petunia and Dudley Dursley.

To say Voldemort was impressed would be an understatement. He knew that what he saw was true and that a clone of Potter was with his family.

"As long as no really powerful wizard which would be you, Harry, Dumbledore or I, go there nobody will know. And I assume that neither you nor I nor Harry will expose this. The only one we have to worry about is the old fool and as long as you are able to distract him there will be no one to discover it. Nobody will know that he is gone and Harry can go back and play a farce with Dumbledore and the old fool will not even notice it, and they will not know what hit them."

A big grin appeared on the Dark Lord's face.

"Have I told you that you are a genius? Especially when it comes to tactics? How do you always get these ideas to humiliate Dumbledore?"

Now she smiled a bit too.

"You know?" she whispered. "I don't take it too kindly that he tried to kill me. His last attempt was rather nasty. So all I can say is that revenge is sweet. It is something you best serve ice cold."

Voldemort chuckled. "You always had a twisted sense of humour. But now you should rest. You said yourself that you are exhausted and when you even admit it, it is more severe."

He kissed her on the head and Apparated them up into her room. He conjured a second bed and laid her down onto it.

"Rest well, my dear."

She smiled and he left the room but not without a backward glance at her and the boy in her bed.

Did you like it? Should Harry go dark or should he stay rather light? What do you think? I'm a bit undecided. Please review!