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After the death of his parents, Harry had lived with his Aunt and Uncle for five months until his godfather Sirius Black took him away to live with him. While there with the Dursleys, Harry learned what it was like to starve, be beaten, and belittled. It made him wonder why his Aunt Petunia hated her sister, his mother and by default him. Was it because he survived while she died? He didn't even know that his mother had a sister until he was required to live there.
He learned that Family and Blood meant nothing to the Dursleys and they only cared for their immediate family. Everyone else didn't fit into their normal lives.
It was painful to watch his cousin Dudley be spoiled and babied and it made him think of his own parents who were cold and buried deep underground, never to kiss him goodnight, tell him they loved him or spend time with him.
And when the pain and heartache was too much, sometimes Harry wished that the wolf had killed him too, so he didn't have to feel this kind of suffering.
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Harry looked up to the darkening sky to find his beautiful snowy owl, Hedwig, circling to land and carrying a letter for him. He lifted his arm and Hedwig carefully clutched onto his shirt, making sure not to dig her talons to tightly on her human.
"Hello Hedwig." Harry cooed, rubbing her chest before taking the letter.
It had the familiar scrawl of his best friend Ron Weasley. Harry smiled as Ron talked about how everyone was doing, that they missed him and that he better visit soon or they'll drag his butt there to the Burrow. The letter also mentioned how he and their other friend Hermione had finally gotten together. Harry thought it was about time they finally stopped beating around the bush about their feelings. Apparently, they gotten together after a dangerous mission. Harry thought that that was just like them.
He hummed as learned that the Weasley family was having a big celebration for Bill, the oldest son, and his fiancée Fleur Delacour. Harry had met Fleur when he was fourteen and was happy that they were getting married. It looked like he should started heading to the Burrow soon, otherwise, he'd get an earful for missing yet another dinner.
He tucked the letter away in his small satchel that he carried with him. He should find somewhere to make camp for the night. It wasn't good to walk the woods at night when large packs of wolves roamed about.
Harry managed to walk a fair distance until he found a nice spot to make camp. He quickly gathered nearby sticks and twigs and started his fire, both weapons close enough he could grab them for a fight. The night was peaceful with the stars shining brightly and the fire creating dancing shadows. Hedwig had gone hunting only a few minutes ago, so Harry was by himself for the time being.
A rustle in the bushes made Harry freeze and slowly grab a rifle, aimed and ready. His eyes never left the bush but he also made sure to look at his surroundings quickly. He moved from his seat on the floor to a crouched position which would make it easier to move if necessary.
He hoped he wasn't going to be attacked by a pack of wolves, he just really wanted to rest.
"Hello Darling."
Harry sighed in relief before glaring at Voldemort. He was back. Seriously, Voldemort was like some clingy lover or maybe more like a puppy who couldn't bother to give their owner any space. An image of a Voldemort acting like a puppy popped into his mind. On second thought, he needed something else to think about.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked tired. Now it was just getting annoying and stressful dealing with him.
Voldemort mock pouted. "Darling, I'm hurt."
Harry gave him an unimpressed glare.
"I brought you dinner. A 'Thank you' kiss shall suffice." Voldemort said smugly as he held two large dead rabbits in his hand.
Harry's stomach decided to let itself show its agreement and Harry really wanted to eat but he didn't want to have to kiss Voldemort.
The minutes ticked by and Harry's stomach kept making itself known. Stupid stomach.
"...fine. ONE kiss." Harry grumbled. Voldemort was looking way to smug at his victory.
Harry took a deep breath to steel his nerves, already standing in front of the wolf who was waiting eagerly for his reward. Okay, Harry thought to himself, he could do this. He started to lean in and both he and Voldemort were getting closer and closer and deep red eyes were fluttering close. They were just a few centimeters away from kissing until Harry quickly moved and kissed Voldemort's cheek instead, before moving away.
Voldemort just stared dumbfounded. Harry laughed while grinning widely. "You never said it had to be on the lips."
That earned an amused smile from Voldemort. "So I didn't. Well, next time I'll make sure to make it a requirement." Voldemort purred.
Harry blushed brightly and just went back to looking at the fire. But Voldemort grinned at how cute and adorable how Harry looked.
Preparing the rabbits took no time at all and soon each sat comfortably in front of the fire, eating their dinner.
"Hey, Voldemort?"
"Yes Darling?"
"Do you ever change into your full wolf form?" Harry asked curiously.
Voldemort was surprised, his Darling hardly ever tried to get to know him, but this was an excellent time to get closer to the teen. He smiled, "Not usually. I prefer my human form more, though occasionally I'll have my ears and tail come out in case, I need to listen more carefully to my surroundings."
"Can I see?" Harry asked shyly but a little hopeful.
"Of course Darling." Voldemort easily had his human ears be replaced with two ears on top of his head.
Harry stared in wonderment. This was the first time he had seen this happen when he wasn't fighting a wolf to the death. They looked so fluffy and soft and Harry had to hold back on petting them. Voldemort noticed Harry's restraint and easily moved closer, practically having Harry in his lap and smiled indulgently.
"You can touch them if you like."
The offer was too tempting. Finally Harry gave into his urge to touch because they just kept moving like a dog's and he really wanted to touch and they were so soft! Harry smiled in childlike wonder, not even caring that Voldemort was holding him closer or that he could feel the wolf's mouth near his neck.
"They're so soft." Harry whispered in awe.
Voldemort just chuckled, bringing Harry out of his moment and making him blush a deep red. Harry was mortified, he had let Voldemort see him act in such a childish way! Harry tried to move away but Voldemort just held him tightly.
"No need to be embarrassed Darling. I thought you looked adorable." Voldemort grinned. "I'll let you touch my ears whenever you want."
"T-that's o-okay. I-I-I... You don't have t-to." Harry stammered. Where had his control gone!? Out into the wind because he couldn't contain himself! That's where! This day was going to haunt him for the rest of his life.
"But I want too." Voldemort smiled mischievously. "After All, I get to hold you close and examine your pretty face and lovely body."
SLAP!
"You pervert! Stay away from me!" Harry growled in embarrassment, face sporting a bright red color. Already on the other side of the campfire and wondering where he had placed his guns so he could shoot Voldemort.
How he despised Voldemort getting under his skin!
Voldemort pouted, rubbing his reddening cheek. "Darling, no need for violence. I was just showing you my appreciation." Voldemort then grinned appreciatively as his eyes roamed over every inch of Harry's body. Harry quickly used his red cloak to hide himself from leering eyes. Harry scowled at Voldemort, making the wolf's grin widen even more.
Why did Fate like to mess with him?
"I'm still going to kill you."
"Of course Darling."
Harry tried to ignore the fluttering in his stomach from Voldemort's intense gaze, a permanent blush present upon his face throughout the night.
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