Walking back to his father's study, Harry still wore that soft smile he had from kissing Marcus. His lips maybe cold but they were still soft. Frowning slightly as Harry thought of the blank look Marcus gives him. 'I just need to get more reaction out of him, he is already beautiful but with life in his eyes he would be radiant,' thought as he reached his destination. Turning the frown into a smirk, Harry walked in.

"Hello Harrison is our guest settled comfortably?" His father asked looking about from the papers he was reading.

"I believe so, but I would like to take him on a walk later. To show him the grounds," Harry answered as he settled into his favorite chair at an angle with a leg thrown over the side.

"Tell me about the Volturi," his father demanded, elbows on the desk looking straight an Harry.

Harry sighed, his father was always to the point and so demanding.

"An arrogant bunch and very insulting," Harry started but his father was quick to say something.

"Even Marcus?" Of course his father would bring Marcus up.

Harry's face twitched a little and said, "No, it's the same mask Uncle Luc wears. But Aro is a greedy little thing, and Caius is like Bella but worse."

"How so?" Harry watched as Voldemort asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Bella just enjoys a good torture and uses it to gets frustration out, whereas Caius got an erection from just watching a vampire guard being torture," Harry explained disgusted.

Voldemort understood the pleasure from torturing one yourself but from watching someone else torture? That's not right.

"So how did the meeting go?" Voldemort asked as he watched the disgust from his son's face transform to one of amusement.

"Well they didn't offer me a chair even though they all sat," Harry started once more with amusement still showing on his face.

Voldemort raised an eyebrow, "That is normal, but your creature took it as an insult, I'm assuming?"

"Of course! Alaric wouldn't stand for that type of insult, especially from one inferior, anyways so I conjured up a chair and proceeded to tell them what they did wrong, which in turn Aro became defensive and I then crucio'd a guard, and then I healed him. They were putty after that. I might have fibbed a tiny bit," Harry said gesturing with his hand.

Voldemort sighed and leaned back into his chair and asked, "What did you say?"

"Something along the lines that what I just did is microscopic to what we could do to their army."

Voldemort stared at his son. Harry for all of his cunning and calculating used a strength ploy, in both physical and mental.

"What? Otherwise I wouldn't have gotten Marcus," Harry said defensively staring straight into his father's red eyes.

Ah that makes more sense. Marcus really is Harry's mate than if he used strength rather than the brain he knows his son has, although that was very Slytherin as well, but not normally Harry's style unless provoked. Voldemort just prayed that the Volturi didn't do anything to anger Harry or there may not be a Volterra left.

"So Marcus is the one?" Voldemort asked changing subjects.

"Yeah, when I woke up from my healing sleep, Marcus was there watching over me and Alaric nearly jumped him then."

"Oh? And why haven't you claimed him yet?" Voldemort was intrigued; no one has been able to entice Harry, although he has had plenty of offers.

"Because his eyes are empty except for the few times, I've teased him, but the emotion is only a flicker. Plus he acts as if there is no life in him. When we were travelling here, he stared ahead unblinking even though he has hardly left Volterra and never seen a place like the Wizarding World," Harry said disheartened.

"Didn't you state earlier that he has a mask like Lucius?"

"Yeah, but if Lucius sees something new, you can see the curiosty and wonder or disgust in his eyes. Marcus's were blank."

"Why are you so concerned over it? I understand that he is your mate, but surely if you just mated with him then you could work on it."

Harry grew silent and eyes showing his past before he finally answered and said, "His eyes reminded me of my own before you found me. Just barely surviving and viewing the world as an unfit place to live."

Voldemort understood completely right then his son wanted his mate to be able to enjoy everything from the beginning of being mated. Standing he made his way over to Harry and gestured for him to stand as well. Once Harry was standing, Voldemort enfolded his son into his arms and hugged him tightly. Voldemort whispered, "You are no longer that child. You have me as well as your uncles. You are loved my son and cared about. Never doubt that."

Harry clenched his hands into his father's robes and took a deep breath before releasing it and stepping back. With a half-smile, Harry said, "I know dad, you are loved and cared about as well."

Voldemort nodded and released his son and walked back to desk and told Harry, "Alright goes have fun with your mate. I got paperwork to do."

"See you at dinner then," Harry waved bye and headed to the door to go get Marcus.

Voldemort was looking down at his paperwork and smiled knowing that his son loved him as well. That's all he needs right now.

Knocking on Marcus's door, he heard nothing. So he knocked again, nothing. Starting to worry a little Harry knock again. Not receiving an answer Harry burst into the room frantically looking for Marcus; only find him in the exact same Harry had left him with a look of disbelief on his face looking into nothing. Letting a relieved breath out Harry approached Marcus cautiously. While Harry could easily take him on, vampires were nothing to scoff about it, especially when they latch their teeth in. That hurts. Shuddering Harry focused back on Marcus, waving a hand in front of his face. Frowning when he didn't get a reaction, Harry leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Marcus's lips and pulled back a little waiting to if Marcus reacted.

Marcus had been stunned when Harry told him he always wanted to be with him. Marcus just couldn't understand why Harry someone who seemed to have such a vibrant personality and confidence would devote himself to Marcus. He had been so closed off for centuries that he doesn't even know if he could open up. What if his angel couldn't save him? Would he give up? Move on? But then that leaves him alone once more and more broken and closed off than before, then again he did fight for me to come here with him. Maybe I could him chance. Coming out of his trance, Marcus focused and saw a pair of green worried eyes looking into his own burgundy eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Marcus asked blandly, 'damn' he thought.

"I was worry when you didn't answer the door," Harry answered leaning back.

"Oh. What is that you need?" Marcus questioned tonelessly, 'double damn'.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go take a look at the gardens, then join us for dinner, kitten?" Harry asked with smirk.

Marcus's eye twitched and was seriously blushing on the inside.

Harry grinned and grabbed Marcus's hand and began pulling him towards the door.

Marcus let him and was amazed at the warmness of Harry's hand and the gentleness his hand was being held.

"Don't worry kitten, I would lead you astray," Harry told Marcus with a wink.

AN – So what did you think?

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