Together

Prompt: What if Harry hadn't died in the Forbidden Forest in the Battle for Hogwarts?

Warning: LVHP, NOT TRHP. This is going to be pure serpentine goodness. Will be rated M in later chapters. The first multi-chap fic I've written in years due to writing books, so bear with me. Writing someone else's characters after writing your own for so long is strange.

I don't own any of this stuff other than the 'plot', which I am sure has been done before. All characters belong to JK Rowling. What a Goddess.

Chapter 14: Falling is Flying Without A Purpose

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"WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!"

Harry stopped in mid-air, before slowly rising back to the top of the cliff.

Desperate arms wrapped themselves tightly around his body, and the warmth of it had Harry bawling his eyes out. Before long, he wasn't the only one crying. He looked up to the Dark Lord, who was too distressed to even notice his own tears.

"Please, never do that to me again." He spluttered. "You foolish boy. Narcissa would have attempted to kill me."

"So this is for her." Harry sighed, annoyed that he was not being allowed the peace he craved so much. Voldemort shook his head.

"Not at all." He started. "If you would have let me finish, I would have told you that I don't know what love feels like at all, so there isn't a way for…"

"You would know." Harry said, still completely indifferent in his speech. Voldemort frowned.

"All I know is that I feel at my best when you're there. Kissing you makes me feel happy. I can't stand the idea of you ever leaving my side, and I get jealous when other people get too close to you. I think that you're wonderful to look at, you interest me, and you mean a lot to me." Harry could tell that he was kicking himself.

"I will not lie. You came to me, suicidal after the effects of the war, cursing Dumbledore's name. I took you in and offered you a partnership. I then wiped your memory so I could rebuild you. The plan was to make you my most loyal Death Eater by any means possible."

He sat on the grass and Harry sat opposite.

"Unfortunately…well, no, I guess it could be a good thing. I became far too attached to you." He sighed, holding out a hand. Harry laid his on top and Voldemort played with it absent mindedly as he talked.

"I had gotten to the point where I thought a monster like me didn't deserve love. And then you happened. You, after I had killed your parents, your Godfather. When I had you in near death experiences over and over again. And finally, when you tried to end it yourself, I couldn't let you. At first, it was a rule that if I didn't kill you, no one else would get the chance. Now, I think it's more along the lines of if I can't have you, no one else can." The two of them sat in silence for a while, Voldemort expectantly waiting for Harry to say something.

"Wow." Was all that left his mouth.

"Wow?"

"That's pretty much the closest to love you're going to get. It was a pretty good description." Harry locked eyes with Voldemort, and they were both frozen in place for a few seconds.

Harry suddenly captured the lips of the older man. He didn't known why, he was still angry, but it seemed to be exactly what he needed to get rid of the numb feeling. He felt alive again, especially as Voldemort's arms wrapped around his waist, desperate to hold him and make sure he was safe.

"Come on." Said Harry.

"Let's go home."

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Draco pretty much jumped on him as he walked through the door. The boy was in hysterics, tears streaming down his face.

"I was so scared you had gone for good. I only just got a friend. Don't leave yet." He mumbled.

"Not a chance, Malfoy." Harry grinned. Draco laughed, sniffing slightly.

Narcissa let them have their moment, but Harry wandered her way and hugged her.

"I love you, Mother." He whispered. She patted his back.

"I love you too, my son."

As Harry let go, she turned to Voldemort.

"Thank you, my Lord." She smiled. He nodded.

"My pleasure."

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Welp.

I'm in so much pain.

-Alistair