So I passed my Mid-term exam in A&P with a B! :D So I decided to write the next chapter in class xD I seem to have written all the chapters so far in my class -.- So bad of me! Anyway, this chapter is a look at how Voldemort (Tom) & Harry interact with one another. Hope you like it & I will say now that I made Voldemort out of character. This is how I perceve him to be after winning the war and having Harry under his own. :)) So let me know what you think!

Warnings: Mainly just some hurt/comfort, and general plot

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make a profit from writing this

Voldemort sat up in his bed, his face resting in his hand in frustration. He should have remembered how bad Harry's nightmares were. Normally he could block their connection as to not pick up on it; but some nightmares were just too strong-willed to be ignored. The rush of magic he felt from Harry made him shiver. It was always exciting to feel such pure power. The fact it resided in his own home-made him prideful beyond words. He may not own The Boy Who Lived, but it was enough for him to have him in his sight at all times. The nauseous feeling of regret filled his stomach but he brushed it away easily. He felt no regret for reaching his goal of ruling the Wizarding World. He felt no regret for everyone he ever killed; they had deserved it in their own way, and time would have killed them eventually. The only thing Voldemort – Tom Marvolo Riddle felt regret for – was the anguish the green-eyed, dark-haired man in his home lived through every day; the man who reminded Tom so much of himself at that age.

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Harry walked slowly through the manor, the tile cold on his feet. Voldemort made sure to keep it cold so Nagini was comfortable at all times.

'That snake has it better than anyone I know.' He was trying to think of ways to apologize to Tom for missing their meeting last night. Things hadn't gone as he expected, but it was always nice when Draco was overly attentive to his needs. It made the knowledge that he was a slave nonexistent, if only for a little while. Arriving at the library door, he knocked three times before entering. He was the only one who did it, and was allowed to enter any room that Voldemort was in when he acknowledged his presence in that manner.

"I was wondering where my boy wonder had gotten too. I see you made it through another night." It still hurt sometimes to look at the man who killed everything he'd ever known; along with capturing his freedom and giving him away like a present. At least the requirement that he stay in Riddle manor stuck true.

"I apologize for not coming last night, Tom. I had a long evening." His cheeks colored against his will, remembering the things him and Draco had gotten up too. A smirk slid across Tom's face.

"I see no need to apologize. I felt your magic wave last night, though it got pulled under control rather quickly. I'm assuming you wake easier now-a-days?" They never used the term nightmare, or what they were about; it was a mutual agreement that they don't speak of the past. Harry couldn't stop his cheeks from flushing again, remembering how Draco had held him so lovingly. The tender words and touches; the emotion he felt in those moments.

"Uh, yeah, it's getting easier some nights." Tom knew immediately that Harry was lying but didn't question it. Another mutual agreement they had, they didn't acknowledge lies if they did not pertain to one another.

"Good to hear. I know you haven't eaten yet this morning, sit; I'll have an elf bring us a small lunch." Harry did without questioning, sitting on a black leather love seat near the fire-place. Voldemort's familiar Nagini sat curled up right in front of it; flickering her tongue at Harry in greeting.

"Good afternoon, young Master. You look well." Harry could hear the sarcasm in her tone, and slightly rolled her eyes.

"Good afternoon to you as well Nagini. You look worse for wear." Harry snipped back, flickering his tongue out at her when she hissed in aggravation.

"Now, now – Nagini, Harry, play nice. I would hate to have to separate you two again." The last time Harry and Nagini had gotten into it, Harry ended up on the floor with a small concussion; Nagini had been turned into a very odd-looking feline. They'd both been banned from the library until they could get along.

"Of course Master." Nagini chimed in affection, curling back up into her ball to relax. Harry rolled his eyes again before looking to Tom; who sat right across from him in his favorite chair.

"Is there anything specific you would like to eat, Harry?"

"Sandwiches are fine, Tom." Nodding his head, he called a House Elf to bring them sandwiches and tea, before looking back to Harry. After the food and drink arrived, they began to eat in silence; the only sound coming from the fire and small movements of the constrictor nearby.

"I heard of your reward to go outside. I'm surprised you haven't asked me yet." Tom couldn't fight he smile on his face when Harry's eyes lit up.

"I was waiting for a more appropriate moment, but I would very much like to go outside today; if you can find the time to go out with me." Tom nodded his head in agreement, finishing off his tea.

"Of course Harry, whatever I am able to give you." Harry blushed softly before nodding. Before when Draco didn't allow him to have clothes, Tom would allow him to wear his robe while in the library; knowing how uncomfortable it was for Harry. Now he wore a pair of muggle jeans that fit him rather well with some boxers and a small white t-shirt.

"I see you also wormed clothes out of your Master. I wonder how you get things out of Draco so well, Lucius complains enough that he can never get Draco to do anything." Harry smiled softly, finishing off his own drink and food.

"He felt he owed it to me, after punishing me without asking more about what happened. I was allowed a few things to ask for, outside and clothes for what I wanted."

"You asked for nothing else then?" Remembering what happened after that, Harry flushed again before clearing his throat.

"Oh, no that was it. I figured I would find something later I wanted, and wait until he feels bad again." Tom nodded in acceptance, slowly rising from his chair before banishing the tray back to the kitchen.

"I finished my paperwork for today, so if you wish to go outside." Harry quickly rose in excitement, making his way over to Tom quickly. Another smile broke out on his face as he tucked his arm around Harry's; patting the top of his hand. With a loud crack, they disappeared from the library and ended up out in the garden. Stunned at the sight and smells around him, all Harry could do was close his eyes and take it all in. So long he had gone without actually feeling the wind against his skin, without seeing sunlight and feeling it upon his body. Without the ability to stop himself, his body slowly started to shake as tears poured down his face. Tom was slightly stunned, but not overly shocked. It had been a very long time since Harry had been outside, it showed clearly on his body. He was overly pale, huge black circles resided under his eyes. He tucked Harry into his side, holding him up as he began to cry harder; the small taste of 'freedom' overwhelming him beyond his control. Without words, he easily picked Harry up into his arms before carrying him over to a bench to sit and let out all of his pent-up emotions. He felt the small feeling of regret in his gut again before brushing it off. It was life. Life was hard, never easy. So there was no reason to feel bad for everything that happened to Harry. Yet now, he felt worse than he ever did. Not that it was in his control to allow Harry outside. It was all Draco's choice. Deep down, he knew he could have demanded it of his younger follower, and right now; he was wishing he had a long time ago.

"It's alright, just let it out. We'll come out here and have our meetings from now on, sound good?" Harry could only grip tighter to Tom's robes as his body let out all the pent-up emotion that had built up inside of him.

"P-please." Tom just nodded his head, rubbing Harry's back and threading his fingers through his messy mop of hair.

"Anything you want Harry, anything at all." This time, Tom would make sure that Harry had everything he could give him; and never take something so important away from him ever again.

So what did you think? :)) -R.F.