Left you love notes on their headstones
Harry blinked down at the many people gathered to morn from atop his tall hill. He smiled as he noticed several people sobbing hysterically. He had caused this, he had done this. For his love, always for his love. He do anything for his love, anything he asked and whatever he wanted, Harry would do it. Because his love deserved it, to be at the top of a pile of bodies, to have the world laid at his feet. Voldemort. Harry shivered as he thought the name. Oh how he longed to be loved by the man, to give the man anything and everything he wanted, needed, desired. And Harry hoped beyond hope that one day, one day soon, the man would desire, want, need him. But until that day, Harry would continue to do things for his love, to give him what he wanted and couldn't have, because he deserved. And no matter what hoops Harry had to jump through to do something, Harry would do it. Because he loved Voldemort, with all of his twisted heart and warped mind, he loved him. And no matter what, Harry would prove that love until Voldemort was forced to acknowledge it.
He waited at the top of that hill, thinking circling thoughts about his desire, until finally, finally, everyone had left the service. After being sure no one would come back, he walked slowly down the hill, robes flowing about him, to the headstones that marked the newly deceased. He smiled at the stones. Such a pretty shade of grey they were. He took out his wand and whispered a spell that made the tip white hot. Slowly, he carved messages into the stones, love messages stating his wants and desires, stroking the Dark Lord's ego.
I did it because I love you.
Only for you.
May all perish at your hand.
May you live forever with me.
Love me.
Take me.
I love you