A/N: Eh… sorry? *nervously ruffles hair* I underestimated the amount of projects we have to do for school… and, well… I was at a wake a few days ago. I wasn't exactly in a peachy mood since school started, especially with that bloody annoying teacher that somehow managed to make me hate research. I love researching some things, but he managed to make me resent it.

Anyway, this isn't a full-fledged chapter and should probably be taken with a grain of salt. Except, this is actually my first draft of chapter 11 months ago and I decided, why the fuck not post this for now?

Disclaimer: Nope, nada, nuh-uh, not mine.

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"I want a jar of cherries."

"Pardon?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "A jar of cherries, Voldy, you know, those red little berries that look like blueberries except that they're red? I want some."

The snake-like man sighed in response. If he didn't answer verbally, the teenager would most probably do his utter best to make him. "I am aware what cherries are, Harry, why would you want one?"

"Some. I want some, like, a whole jar of it."

"When did you start having cravings?" Voldemort raised a hairless eyebrow. "I don't think you have an excuse to have cravings."

Harry pouted up at the man. "I do."

"You're not pregnant." It was Voldemort's turn to roll his eyes. "In fact, you don't have the correct biology to be pregnant."

"Mama Nagi does."

"And what does that have to do to you?"

"She's my mother."

"So is Bellatrix."

"Yeah."

Voldemort smirked in satisfaction when Harry fell to silence. He enjoyed a few minutes of blissful silence before it was broken by a frustrated growl. He watched in amusement as the teen stalked out of the room in a way that only teenagers can do. Usually, if someone does that in his presence, pretty green lights would be zooming out of his wand but the fact that there isn't a single curse uttered was surprising. Surprising in a way that he isn't sure whether it did good things to his temper or not. Probably the latter.

A glance at the open door made him sigh fondly. Lord Voldemort possesses a nefarious temper that usually had all of the Death Eaters at the other end of his wand tremble in fear. Or sometimes pleasure. There were simply those who enjoys danger far too much and those probably would have him recoiling in disgust if he weren't so detached with his emotions.

Voldemort, for the record, hated the feeling of being threatened. It was a large part of why he turned out the way he is, there were just too many things that could go wrong that would lead to his death. He is a selfish person, sometimes bordering on possessive and obsessive, simply because he does not like anyone ever threatening him or what is his.

And Harry is both. Harry is his simply for the fact that Harry bears his mark, and Harry is him because of the presence of the Horcrux. Naturally, Harry is to be protected and cherished at all costs. It was amazing, how much he feels for the boy. A being that is his and is him. An impossibility, someone who shouldn't exist, highly improbable, and the most precious thing in the world.

Voldemort would be lying if he said that he wants Harry because the boy is his and shouldn't be anywhere outside his care. The simple thought of the boy walking out of his sphere of influence was enough to make him fly at a rage, sending about a fourth of his Death Eaters to the medical bay Harry had thought to place in a spare room with the help of Rabastan Lestrange. More than that, sadistic bastard that he is, when Harry went back to Hogwarts, his followers suffered. The potion stock of the small medical bay needed to be refilled at least twice a day.

He had been tempted to simply storm into Hogwarts and make a slaughter house out of it if it meant Harry would be back. And yes, maybe the change of his attitude was due to the extended absence of the boy. The absence was like gasoline to the fire and it made him irrational. In his decisions, not in his behavior, because he is sure Harry would notice it and would probably act negatively to sudden change.

He was pulled out from his reverie when the opened door hit the wall in a loud bang. Already used to such occurrences, Voldemort merely glanced up from the parchment that was nearly torn in half with how tightly he was holding it.

"Let's go to Hogsmeade!"

Voldemort groaned. "No. That place is up in flames already."

"But I wanna go to Zonko's," Harry sulked.

"Bellatrix! Tie Harry up in his room, would you?"

Sometimes Voldemort wonders just why he felt that way to Harry.

Of all people…

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A/N: Hope that would appease you for now… Again, this is a filler chapter.