Voldemort knew exactly what this meant and inside was as happy as he could probably be, while on the outside looked calm and collected, though some happiness shinned through.
"Thank you Severuss, it means a great deal to me, the Dark lord said in an out of character way. They both nodded, Snape stood and they began to attend to the boy who controlled the future.
While Snape administered the potion to help the unconscious boy, the dark lord looked down at his prisoner. Though he was technically a captive, Voldemort wasn't going to treat him as such. He, with his new assistant, Severus, where going to convert Harry Potter. Well, they were going to try anyways. Then he would reign over the world, with the Potion master as his right hand and Harry Potter, the boy who'd lived on his left. They would be his two most fateful servants.
But he shouldn't think of that now, he had some healing to do. It'd be best if the boy woke up sooner rather then later. He knew what he had to do. He was secure in the fact that he'd be safe. He rose and took a step back from the bed.
"Sstep aside Servuss," he said in a cold voice Snape moved immediately.
"What are you doing my lord?" queered Snape, only hesitating slightly.
"A healing," was all the other man said before breaking into a long incantation. It was n Latin, realised Snape, who was also fluent maybe more so then Voldemort. But this, he was unable to make out more then a couple of worlds. This was old Latin, sort of like old English, but more so. He was able to make out key words though; healing, bonds and life force. The sound chilled him.
So the boy's dying and the Dark lord is giving him his life force, interesting, thought Snape, so very interesting. Which means they share a ling, but again he already knew that much. But he didn't know it had progressed this far. Hopefully he'd be able to get some answers.
The Dark lord stopped chanting and promptly collapsed in the nearest chair. First Severus went to check on the boy, happy to note that he was doing much better. In fact the boy should be waking within the next couple of hours. Then he went to the dark lord, brining his case of potions. Examining the battered man, he held out two vials, uncorked.
"What are they?" he asked after drowning down both contents and making a sour face, not liking the taste.
"A rejuvenation potion and a sleep potion, you are in need of nothing else. Shall I conjure you a bed my lord. I don't recommend sleeping in a chair. A voice of experience I assure you," replied Snape.
"No need, no need. I can sleep in my own bed. It's big enough for the both of us." He stood a little shaky but on his feet. He did manage to get to the bed but he fell as the sleeping potion began to work.
Snape signed as soon as he realised Voldemort was asleep, his shoulders dropped several noticeable inches. Although now on the supposed "dark" side with the Dark lord's full knowledge of this, he couldn't be completely relaxed in the man's company. Looking down he corrected that thought smirking, couldn't relax while he was awake. Sleeping he was fine. His smirk grew as he looked down at the man, he looked utterly harmless. While some what threatening with spider hands and lack of nose, not really dangerous.
"Soon that will all change though. Soon you will look like you were meant to, strong fearful and ready to kill." Snape spoke softly as if his words could wake the two unconscious figures. He'd long been working on a potion that would… shift the dark lord's features to something somewhat human. It was long over due, he could not rule the world if he didn't look handsome. Sallow but entirely true. People look up to others who have charm, class and who are hot. Just look at Lockhart, he thought appalled. Hoe he'd amounted to anything was really quite surprising. Snape snarled at the mere mention of the old defence teacher.
Enough of the past though, it's the future that maters now. And soon the world will be brought to their knees, over whelmed with the sheer power of it all. He hadn't thought much of the future, knowing only that he would survive it. If he was anything it was a survivor.
He looked down at the two sleeping figures. They'd shifted and were now practically spooning each other. He considered that a moment. He knew the dark lords preferences, having been subjected to them on several accounts. Most of which were not unpleasant he had to admit, though he still preferred women over men.
The only problem was he didn't know Potters. Was he homosexual? Heterosexual? Bisexual? There wasn't anything to hint at school. Potter didn't date for fear that they'd get killed, so he wasn't sure. He'd walked in once on Potter and Malfoy jr. standing rather close. Malfoy hadn't said anything to him, but he knew the boy leaned towards men never the less. But that encounter could mean many things. It frustrated him to no end.
He gazed down at the boy, the biggest mystery of all, vowing to one day figure him out.
He let an exasperated sign, knowing he'd probably be dogging Potter's steps for the rest of his life after that vow. Potter was most likely unsolvable.
He settled into the chair preparing to do exactly what he'd talked the Dark lord out of. His head resting comfortably on the top of the chair's back. He closed his eyes letting exhaustion free pulling him into a deep slumber.
Then his eyes shot open with alarm, he had to go see the Headmaster. He'd have been notified by now of the boy's disappearance. He made his way quickly to the thrown room and apparated away, hoping he could successfully repair this new damage. .
A/N: sorry it took so long to update, I won't do that again. next chapter Harry wakes up with Voldy in his bed. Ohhh! Hope you like and continue reading. Please REVIEW and look at my other stories. XD.