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Many would agree that Love is the most powerful force on Earth. Love could be platonic, familiar, even romantic. The pure emotion that can have a person think about the another's safety and health before their own.
Parents love their children. The child they helped create and bring into the world. With their love they vowed to always protect from danger.
And sometimes because of their strong love for their child, they even die for them.
On October 31, James and Lily Potter died to protect their five year old son from a wolf attack on their family.
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When Harry was five, he made his first kill after watching his parent's murder right in front of his eyes. They died protecting him from a wolf that used to be their best friend. Many would say that he grew up much too fast and saw the ugliness of the world first hand...he thought he gained life experience.
Yes, he shouldn't have been exposed to it at such a young and tender age but life rarely goes how anyone wants. And in retrospect, the kill was in self-defense.
Peter Pettigrew was a disgusting rat, who sold his humanity to become "better" than his friends since childhood.
Peter was the main reason why Harry hated wolves with a passion.
And the new and current reason...was currently stalking him through the woods.
"Darling, I know your here." Voldemort purred. "I can hear your heartbeat. It makes such a beautiful melody."
Why couldn't the wolf take a hint!?
They were mortal enemies! Not tragic lovers!
Harry shuddered at the thought of ever falling in love with a wolf. He would kill himself first before letting that happen. That was a taboo to begin with anyway. If a human and Wolf were found to be in love with each other...the penalty was death.
"Found you."
Startled, Harry suddenly found himself lifted up from his hiding spot behind a large bush and turned to face Voldemort's stupid (handsome) face.
"Let me go." Harry hissed.
"Tsk. Tsk. I found you, so I deserve a reward for playing this childish game." Voldemort stated matter-of-factly.
"I never asked you to follow me. You decided that on your own." Harry snapped.
"You must come on a date with me." Voldemort stated, ignoring Harry's remark. His little Bloody Red was so cute trying to wrestle out of his arms. Fortunately for him, Harry only reached his shoulders against his tall frame.
And unfortunately for Harry, he couldn't escape the wolf's tight embrace.
"Why would I want to go on a date with you? How do I know you just won't take me to some secret base with the other wolves to kill me?" Harry argued.
No way would he go on a date with this stupid wolf! He may have a non-existent love life right now but he'll eventually find someone. Just right now, he had a goal to accomplish: eradicate all wolves, starting with Voldemort.
"I promise to protect you, Harry." Voldemort smirked.
Harry couldn't suppress the shiver from the sensual sound of his name from Voldemort's lips. He noticed wolf's smirk widen from seeing his reaction. Harry really wanted to shoot him inbetween the eyes.
"Don't scowl, Darling. You'll get permanent wrinkles on that pretty face."
Oh, how he really Really wanted to shoot Voldemort inbetween the eyes.
Voldemort continued to stare while Harry glared right back. Though the wolf's intense gaze was starting to unnerve him.
He sighed in frustration. Why couldn't he have a normal and peaceful life?
"Try any funny business and I'll shoot your brains out." Harry threatened. He had nothing to do currently and it was highly unlikely another Slayer or villlager would be out this far into the woods. So there wouldn't be any awkward situations and/or misunderstandings about him not killing the wolf.
"Perfect." Voldemort smiled charmingly, it practically oozed smugness.
Harry was already regretting his decision.
The wolf grabbed his hand and began to lead Harry farther inside. Each was silent, not wanting to catch any unwanted attention and to listen for any humans or wolves nearby. Fifteen minutes later, the pair stopped into clearing with a medium sized lake that seemed to sparkle from the sunlight. Wildflowers bloomed all around and animals age and rested near the lake, enjoying the peacefulness.
It was a hidden Paradise waiting to be found.
"Wow." Harry said amazed. He had never known there was something like this was here.
Voldemort squeezed his hand in encouragement before letting go but Harry hardly noticed. He had always loved nature, the way it seemed to soothe the soul. It made him reminisce of distant memories of him and his parents enjoying the outdoors or going on a picnic.
Eventually, Harry laid down on the grass next to a tree to have shade, if needed, but still near the sun. It was a few moments later as Harry was soaking up the sun's rays, that he heard a rustling of clothing and a body lying next his.
He closed his eyes, content to just rest and possibly take a small nap.
It helped that he could pretend that Voldemort wasn't watching him with so much intensity.
"I thought you might like it here." Voldemort said casually. It gave him smug satisfaction to know that he put that open and honest look of awe and wonder upon his Darling's face.
Green eyes opened to look at bright red eyes before Harry rolled his eyes in exasperation but his smile gave him away that he wasn't truly bothered by Voldemort's assessment of his possible interests. He didn't want anything to spoil his good mood.
As much as Harry loathed wolves, he could admit in the very deep part of his mind that Voldemort wasn't so bad. The wolf would never leave him alone even more, if Harry told that to his face. Best to keep it to himself.
A comfortable silence where only nature and their breathing surrounded them.
"We're still enemies, you know."
Red eyes snapped opened (when did he close them?) to look upon his Darling's serious face. He gave a smirk in return.
"One of these days, I'll kill you." Harry stated vehemently.
Voldemort continued to smirk, before gathering the teen into his arms and nuzzling the teen's neck. He knew the teen was serious but for now Voldemort just wanted to hold him in his arms.
"Of course, Darling."
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