Voldemort PoV
I tried to push Potter's pain out of my mind. The stupid connection was forcing me to feel the aftereffects of the Cruciatus curse that I'd placed on Potter.
Although I knew it wasn't my pain, I still felt it, and I was relieved when it wore off.
My relief, however, was short-lived.
Soon after the pain from the curse dissipated, my hands started to ache in sharp jabs, about every two seconds. It felt like all my knuckles had fractured and my skin was cracked and split.
My left arm began to burn in hot lines, and that was when I started walking to the dungeons.
Impossibly, the pain doubled and redoubled when I felt jagged lacerations appearing on my-no, his-stomach. At that moment, I apparated, just in time to see Ha-Potter fall unconscious against the rough floor of his cell.
"Timbit!" I called. The quivering house elf appeared immediately. "Tell Severus to stop whatever he's doing and come quickly, with healing potions!"
"Y-y-yes, Master," stuttered the small creature, and disapparated with a pop.
I rushed in to Har-Potter, and muttered some healing spells over him. They didn't do anything. But they always worked, unless the wounds were...unless they were self-inflicted.
My eyes widened at the revelation. He cut himself? Since when? Why? And why do I care?
Severus apparated behind me, and I could hear the clank of glass vials as they were enlarged from their shrunken state and readied for usage. He knelt down next to me, closer to Harry's head, so he could pour the foul-smelling potions down his throat.
Severus pulled out his wand, but I told him, "Don't bother. The healing spells won't work."
He obeyed me and sheathed his wand, but gave me a quizzical look.
I sighed and explained, "The wounds are self-inflicted."
His eyes widened a bit, but he nodded solemnly before asking, "Who is this anyway?"
"Harry Potter."
Already wide eyes opened more. He seemed to blush. How pathetic. I could feel the tension literally rolling off of him in waves. He ripped off the hem of his cloak and used in to bind up Harry's arm, and then took the cloak off completely and used it stanch the blood flow from Harry's abdomen.
"Hold on tight," I told him, and he grasped my shoulder while I held Harry's good wrist in a death grip and apparated to Malfoy Manor.
Yeah, it's short, I couldn't get my muse on, but I have a good idea for the next one, and this just seemed like a good place to end it.