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'Parseltongue'

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Warning: Last chapter and, oh dear, Extreme Fluff

An Unwise Murder

Chapter Five

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Boxing day mid morning and Harry was hanging onto Voldemort's arm trying to prevent him from leaving the bed.

"Unhand me, Brat! I will not spend the entire day satisfying your insatiable libido! I want a bath and some lunch and then a long walk."

Harry laughed and let him go. "I could do with all that I suppose. Though if you want to change your mind at any point..."

"The sooner you go back to Hogwarts after the holiday the sooner I will get some peace." Voldemort kept his back to him as he shrugged on a robe. The thought of the Brat being away from him was very nearly debilitating. But he would not stop him from going. This was an opportunity to find out just what his intentions were.

"You are joking aren't you." Harry spat, leaping from the bed and staring at the back of Voldemort's head. "If you want to get rid of me, I'll leave, just say the word! But if you think for one second I will ever set foot in that cursed place again you really are as insane as everyone thinks you are! I don't need a piece of paper telling me I'm competent and I don't have to prove anything to anyone! Much like yourself remember!" Harry started to stalk to the door. "If I had my way, I'd tear the fucking place down!"

Voldemort smiled happily to himself as the door slammed resoundingly. That went very well. Harry was staying. Good.

Harry shot back into the room and took the robe a smirking Voldemort was holding out. He put it on covering his naked body and left again closing the door quietly.

Voldemort waited. The door opened again and Harry walked in and sat on the edge of the bed.

"You don't really want to get rid of me do you?" He asked with a slight frown. "Am I crowding you or something. Do you need some space? I know I've been a real hassle to you over the last four weeks."

"Idiot Brat. Of course I don't want to get rid of you, and you are not 'crowding me' and I do not require... 'space'. I refuse to repeat that last word. Are these disgustingly banal phrases muggle." He sneered. "Please refrain from using them to me. I merely wanted to know if you intended to go back to Hogwarts."

"It sounded like you couldn't wait for me to go. Do you want me to go back?"

"No. I do not."

Harry let out a shaky breath. "That's good because I... I can't lose you, can't be away from you. I just can't."

"Then you never shall be, Harry." Voldemort drew him up into his arms feeling the trembling body and cursed himself. "I apologise for way I worded it. I had to know and I was torn. On the one hand I would not have stopped you had you wanted to go and on the other... I too do not like the idea of being parted from you."

"That's settled then." Harry said kissing his neck. "Don't scare me like that again." His hand slid into Voldemort's robe and stroked his side losing himself in the feel of skin. He ran it over the curve of his firm buttock, groaning. "I can't get enough of you."

"I suppose another hour or two in bed will not come amiss." Voldemort said pushing Harry back onto the bed and following him down.

Their robes were disposed of and Harry purred as Voldemort made exquisite love to him in that slow languid fashion that melted him completely. Harry pulled his head down and kissed him, exploring his mouth and stroking his tongue and he didn't stop once until it was over and he was laying across Voldemort's chest falling into a dreamy sleep.

The following five days were a honeymoon for Harry. He and Voldemort were inseparable and Harry was truly happy. They walked for miles across moors and through forests, talked for hours about the wizarding world and Voldemort's goals. They explored each other mind's and Harry asked question after question about Voldemort's past, his childhood, his youth, his travels, his thinking. They spent the evenings reading and discussing aspects of Salazar's work, his delving into magicks never before heard of. Voldemort showed him the new curriculum for Hogwarts and Harry had smiled at the underscored 'mudblood and half-blood' training: Manners, etiquette, traditions. Required reading of books explaining the fundamentals of magic and alignment. Books written by wizards considered great scholars that had never been available to students from the muggle world before.

Defence against the Dark Arts had been renamed 'Defence' and the Dark Arts were to be integrated into Charms, and Transfiguration, Astrology, Arithmancy and History. All Students were to have lessons on the History of the muggle world. The Wars, the development of science and technology. And Literature. Again there was required reading of all the great writers Voldemort had strong suspicions were wizards because he could not accept that anyone he admired was not. Harry had laughed uproariously at this.

It was late afternoon, New Year's Eve, Voldemort's birthday. Harry sat quietly reading, engrossed in Salazar's diary absently stroking Nagini who was curled up next to him on the sofa. Voldemort was at a desk writing in a copy of Salazar's tome that Harry had painstakingly duplicated for him for his birthday. The only difference between the two was that Voldemort's pages of fine parchment were bare, waiting for him to fill them. Later they were going to the Malfoy's for dinner. Lucius was a regular visitor now. He would sit with Voldemort most evenings for an hour or two discussing the day he had had at the Ministry and sipping malt whiskey. The two were now completely relaxed in each other's company and Harry was glad. He could see it pleased both men to have regained the friendship they had lost.

Bella was an erratic visitor, turning up and being a nuisance. She had moved into the suite of rooms Voldemort had vacated at Malfoy Manor. She had no wish to live in the home she had shared with her hated husband and his brother. She wouldn't talk about her abuse and never mentioned Rodolphus or Rabastan. In her little world it was over, they were dead and it didn't matter any more. She did tease Snape a lot though because it was he who had cast the killing curse at Rodolphus.

When Snape's head suddenly shot through the fireplace Harry thought he would have a heart attack.

"POTTER! It's Abraxas! He has stopped breathing and I cannot..."

But Harry was up along with Voldemort, throwing floo powder into the fire. He stepped through past Snape and ran full pelt through the room and up the stairs to the nursery. He burst through the door and snatched the bundle from Lucius' arms. Bella and Narcissa were crying pitifully, clinging onto each other and Lucius looked like he too had just died. The house elf who thought Harry 'bad' was sobbing into a large hanky.

"He is dead, Marvolo," Lucius choked, as the Dark Lord stalked over to him and laid a hand on his shoulder. "He is dead."

Harry threw the blanket off the tiny body and held him up in front of him with his hands under his arms. The face and lips were blue, the body limp. "DON'T YOU DO THIS TO ME!" He roared. "DON'T YOU DARE DO THIS!" He drove forward with his minds eye without the use of a wand and he and the baby were encased in a blue light so bright it filled the entire room and the others had to cover their eyes... he flung his lifeforce, everything he was, into every organ, vein, and artery with a speed that blurred the lines of his mind. He restarted the body like a machine. He forced oxygen into the brain, and blood into the lungs, he widened tubes, expanded airways. He forced blood along to the heart, making it shudder and then start to pump steadily. He searched every inch of blood and bone and tissue and muscle looking. He drove into the chambers of the heart while forcing the muscle to do its job and then he saw it – a large hole in the wall between the ventricles.

Concentrating on keeping the heart at a steady rate he patched the hole, intricately knitting the tissue together until the blood no longer leaked through. Very slowly he lessened his influence on the pumping organ until he was sure it was working on its own. Then he was sinking to his knees, the blue light fading and hands were taking the pink squalling baby from him.

He rolled onto his side. Someone was shouting, Voldemort's face was close to his talking urgently. Harry slowly lifted a hand to that mesmerising skin feeling the cool smoothness as Voldemort clasped his hand tightly. He stared into solid red eyes that had shut down. A lispy voice was singing in his ear about Fairies. Bella. He tried to laugh but it escaped as a long raspy exhale of breath that was to be his last as he slipped away.

~HPLV~

A baby was crying. Harry opened one eye then another and found himself standing in a misty fog. Why was a baby crying? He walked towards the sound and bumped into a bench. The mist cleared slightly and he saw a bundle of cloth laying on the ground. He picked it up and felt the singing frisson of dark power rush through him tightening his body and making his skin tingle. He hugged the infant to him tightly whispering soft words as it stopped crying and nuzzled into his neck.

"Trust you, Harry, you never do anything the easy way do you?"

That light clipped voice, the mocking tones. Drake! Harry turned and there stood Draco and Hermione smiling and looking... beautiful. He opened his mouth, closed it and to his shame began to cry. Arms were wrapping around him as he sobbed like the baby he was holding had been sobbing. He held onto it tighter as his head was pulled down onto Hermione's chest and she stroked his hair soothingly.

"It's all right, Harry. Everything is all right now. You did so well. You were so brave."

Draco had his arm round his shoulders. "Did you have to give my watch to father, Potter?"

Harry stopped mid-sob and laughed. "Oh Christ I've missed you." He gasped. He looked around, "I'm dead." He said suddenly. Shock taking over as Hermione dried his tears.

"Kind of." Draco drawled, and drew him to the bench to sit between him and Hermione. "You expended your entire lifeforce on Abraxas. He is fine by the way. Thanks to you. You gave him everything you had."

Harry looked at Hermione. "I'm sorry." He said. "I couldn't get over..."

"I know. But you always loved him, Harry. We knew that. You would have come round. You just needed time."

"So," Draco said punching him on the arm. "You wanted to die and now you have. Idiot. It's your choice whether you stay dead with us, or go back. He'll take you back if that's what you want." He nodded to the bundle Harry was clutching. "It's your Horcrux and..." He stopped, looking at Hermione in alarm. "Can you see him..." He mumbled. She nodded, biting her bottom lip.

Harry didn't hear him. "Are you happy." He asked fervently. "You two, here, or wherever it is you go. Are you happy?"

Hermione smiled sadly. "Of course we are, we are together. We do not regret our decision to follow the other in death. And of course we are angry and sad that we had to leave Abraxas and you. We don't 'go' anywhere at the moment. Death hasn't let us 'pass'. Draco was murdered purely for the 'want of a Hallow' Death's own device. Because he was soul bonded to me that makes our death's somewhat unique. Something about death versus selfless sacrifice... You tried to save Draco, he sacrificed his life saving you. I sacrificed my life to be with Draco. And now, Harry, you have sacrificed your life for our son, who was born prematurely, because of Draco's death. And because he was premature he had a heart defect.

"Three souls all stemming from the want of a Hallow, all self-sacrificing. Death is not at all pleased about it all."

Harry held the bundle closer still as it shifted. "I'm sorry, I love you two dearly, I do. I miss you more than I can cope with. But I can't leave him. I love him more. I have to go back." The bundle suddenly glowed with a bright red light and disappeared. "What's happened?" Harry said, panic clouding his senses. "Where's it gone? I'm going back."

Draco put an arm around Harry. "Death has just taken that option away, Harry. I'm sorry."

"What? But... I don't want to die now! Not now!"

Hermione held his hand. "Harry, it's gone. I'm so sorry."

Harry stood up abruptly shaking his head. "NO. You don't understand. I have to go back! I love him!"

"That is very good to hear, Brat. Now, where is my nemesis?"

~HPLV~

"Silence!" Voldemort shouted.

The panicked shouting and crying in the room died down instantly. He scooped Harry's body up and strode out of the door with it. "Lucius, Severus, follow me." He ordered. You two stay here with the babe.

The baby was fine and looking healthier than it ever had sleeping peacefully in the arms of a quietly crying Narcissa. Bella was sniffling into her shoulder her hand clasping the twisting the diamond pendant. The house elf was muttering 'good Harry Potter!'

Voldemort apparated to his chambers back at Slytherin Manor, he laid Harry's lifeless body on the bed. Lucius and Severus followed. Lucius was stark white standing staring uncomprehendingly at Harry. Harry, who had saved his grandson's life at the cost of his own.

"Severus, while I am gone prepare a full array of potions here in this room for Harry. His lifeforce has been completely depleted along with his magic, you will find what you need in the lab downstairs. Send calming potions over to Bella and Narcissa. Lucius, you must prepare yourself for a shock. If what I'm about to attempt works you will need to remain strong. Severus, I am relying on you to keep calm and to keep order. Do not allow our bodies to be touched under any circumstances. If there is no change in our status after twenty-four hours, you will know what to do."

Snape nodded trying not to look at Potter's body. "You can rely on me, My Lord."

Voldemort gathered all the items he wanted and lay down next to the Brat. Suddenly he was engulfed in red light that slammed into him making him scream as the part of his soul that had been Harry's rejoined his. As the pain eased he breathed heavily. Then he lifted the Elder Wand to his temple.

"No, Marvolo, NO!" Lucius shouted. But it was too late as a green light engulfed Voldemort and his arm slumped down to rest beside Harry.

~HPLV~

Harry hurried towards the vision striding out of the mist towards him. When arms wrapped around him Harry threw his arms around Voldemort's neck, kissing him with a hard passionate intensity. "I do love you!" He cried, "and now that I don't want to die, I'm dead! How are you here? Oh, gods I love you." He kissed him again.

"As I do you, Harry." Voldemort said against his lips. He ran a hand through his hair and stroked his face as if memorising it.

"A touching scene if only I could be touched." A freezing voice sneered. "Tom Marvolo Riddle... at last we meet. What an unexpected surprise."

Harry shivered not daring to look up from Voldemort's chest. The arms tightened around him and he felt the rumble of Voldemort's low laughter vibrate through his ears.

"No it isn't. You know why I am here."

"You know what I want for them." Death said.

Harry lifted his head and looked at the shadowy figure cloaked in black, its hood hiding its face. If it had one. Harry couldn't see anything. Draco and Hermione came to stand by them. "What do you mean 'them'. What's going on." He was suddenly scared. "What does he want."

"My Lord," Draco said quietly, bowing. "May I present my wife, Hermione Malfoy."

"Yes, thank you, Draco. Mrs Malfoy, I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Please be so kind as to take good care of Harry for me."

Hermione nodded, her amber eyes filling with tears.

"WHAT? What are DOING! No, whatever it is he wants, HE'S NOT HAVING IT!"

Voldemort extricated Harry's arms from around his neck forcing him back into the arms of Draco and Hermione.

"Calm down, Harry, all is well." He said gently. "Trust me." He looked at Draco who nodded solemnly and clasped hold of Harry and Hermione firmly. Voldemort brushed his fingers down Harry's white face, ran his thumb pad across his lips.

Harry stared up into solid red eyes and gleaming skin, shaking his head wildly. He began to struggle, trying to get away from Hermione and Draco.

"Let me stay!" He screamed, at Death. "Let me stay! You don't take him, don't you dare take him! Let me stay! HAVEN'T YOU TAKEN ENOUGH FROM ME!"

Voldemort took a step away from Harry and turned to face Death. "Done." He said.

"NOOOOO!" Harry screamed, as he, Hermione and Draco were sucked back through a tube of darkness.

Voldemort blinked and laid the Hallows before Death. "The Cloak, The Resurrection Ring, The Elder Wand." He watched as they lifted and disappeared into the folds of Death's robe. "My Horcruxes are yours."

"You no longer fear me then, Tom Riddle." Death questioned. "Your immortality is over."

Voldemort Pondered for a long moment. "I would not be so unwise as to not fear you. My life was... empty without the Brat, I would not now wish to live a life without him in it. I will soul bond to him unless it is your intention to take me now." He stared into the empty hood.

"You took a great risk in giving me your Horcruxes. I could... but, no. You have Selflessly given back to me that which I have long yearned for. My three Hallows for three souls. The two souls I didn't want in the first place... No one will remember their passing apart from the family. The rather spectacular deaths of all those involved will be a hazy memory no one will delve into.

"You and your... Brat, are destined to do great things for the world before you pass. I shall of course be destroying the rest of your Horcruxes before you go. The great mystery of death is quite simple Tom Riddle, it is rarely to be feared by those who fear it. It is mostly to be feared by those who do not. Well, today is your Birthday... we should call it your re-birth day. Your age will be fifty. We shall meet again two centuries from now. Brace yourself... This will hurt."

~HPLV~

The complete silence and shock in the room as Voldemort to all intents and purposes killed himself was profound. Then Snape flew into action gathering the Potions he would need and sending calming Potions over by house elf to Narcissa and Bella. He offered one to Lucius on his return to the room but the man refused it. He was just staring at his lifeless friend, unable to believe this was happening.

Harry suddenly moved and drew a breath. Snape rushed over to him and ran his wand along his body. He was weak and lacking in energy, his magic was depleted but apart from that, fine. He began to spell various Potions into him.

"He is alive," Lucius said hoarsely, "he is alive!" He looked at Marvolo waiting with baited breath for him to move. Willing him to move.

"Father." A soft voice choked from behind him, "Father..."

Lucius went down on one knee as if poleaxed, clutching a fist to his chest. He hung his head as a low keen left his lips. 'Lucius, you must prepare yourself for a shock. If what I'm about to attempt works you will need to remain strong'. He closed his eyes tightly knowing he could never be strong enough for this... never...

"Father," the voice said again, and he felt a hand gripping his shoulder. He began to weep unashamedly and then, on his knees before him, holding him by his shoulders, was his son, his beautiful son, his grey eyes shining his lips trembling but smiling... Lucius gave a shout and jerked him into his arms, running his hands over his back to ensure that he was real, laughing and crying and kissing his cheeks. Wrapping him against as if he would never let him go... never... "Draco, my son, my son..."

Snape, white to the bone at what was going on behind him, concentrated solely on Harry. Though he had done all he could do for now. He could hear Draco's voice, hear Lucius crying... but he would not turn. He would not. Then he felt a light hand on his shoulder and a soft; "Hello Professor Snape. Is Harry all right?"

He felt the bottom drop out of his world as his head turned slowly and Hermione Granger smiled at him gently. He wondered why he had never realised how beautiful she was. "It's a shock, I know. I hope you are not too disappointed that the Know-it-all is back."

Snape took her hand from his shoulder and held it in both of his. He swallowed. "Miss Granger," he cleared his throat. "Mrs Malfoy." He began again. "Are you feeling quite well. Is there anything you perhaps need..."

She nodded her head. "I know that we have never been on the best of terms, Professor, but... if you could manage to h-hold me... for a minute. I'm feeling really unsteady and..." The rest was cut of as she was engulfed in his arms.

"I see you are getting acquainted with my wife, Godfather." An amused voice said a minute later. Snape looked up. Lucius and Draco were standing watching him. He led Hermione over to them and Draco took her into his arms. "That was a hell of a 'rush', darling, wasn't it? This is my father, Lucius Malfoy. Not the Death Eater, Lucius Malfoy. And now, the Minister of Magic!"

Hermione held her hand out and was again engulfed in strong arms. "My dear girl," Lucius choked. "My dear girl."

Snape grabbed Draco and gave him a firm embrace. "You have no idea how much you have been missed." He croaked.

"We have been watching. Death wouldn't let us 'move on' – long story. But I guess he knew all along that he would be coming for us..." He nodded to Voldemort. "So we have been keeping up on events. I laughed myself silly when you AK'd Rodolphus. I better look as good as I did before Dumbledore killed me. Now, how are we going to tell mother we're back so that we can see our son?"

There was a groan from the bed and all eyes turned in that direction. Voldemort was glowing, and it was getting brighter. Snape rushed over to him as the man opened his eyes and began to scream.

~HPLV~

Harry rolled onto his side. He opened his eyes to semi darkness and an empty room for once, which was a relief. He was in his bed and... his hand groped out, he wasn't beside him. Dread filled him as memory returned and he tried to lever himself up. He only managed half way before he slumped down and put his face into his hands. The tears came and he cried quietly for the man he loved and who was dead. Again he had been left behind, only this time it was worse. So much worse. Draco and Hermione were back and it was a miracle and it was great and... he wanted to die...

He heard a door open but he didn't look up. "Go away." He mumbled. "Just go away and leave me alone."

He heard the door close and turned into the pillow. Voldemort, his red eyed, pearl skinned, beautiful love. Why had he done it, why! He had said he loved him, hadn't he? He had said to trust him. But he had left him, forced Harry away and left him.

He heard the noise of someone sitting in the chair by the bed. His head shot up and a man sat looking at him. Harry narrowed his eyes. He'd seen him before. He had vague memories of days and nights of twisting and turning and shouting insults and hands trying to hold him down as he fought and screamed for Voldemort, and later... Hermione and Draco talking to him, Abraxas laying on his chest, and... Snape with his Potions, and Bella singing to him, Narcissa, Lucius, visiting him... all of them not daring to mention his name... and this man... was there... always he was there waiting patiently in the background, as Voldemort had once waited patiently for him... Voldemort...

"Fuck off. I don't care who you are. And tell Snape or Lucius or Draco or WHOEVER it is that keeps letting you in here that I don't want doctors, and I don't want shrinks!" He wiped his tears away with the back of his hands.

"Well at least you are lucid in your insults this time and aren't throwing punches at me. I suppose that is an improvement. I am not a doctor nor am I a 'shrink'. And did I not tell you to stop using banal muggle phrases to me, Brat."

Harry felt the familiar urge to spin out of control and disappear. It was His voice... in a face that wasn't.

"DON'T YOU CALL ME THAT!" Harry roared. "You are not him! You never could be!" He narrowed his eyes ignoring the hurt he saw that was quickly shielded. "You have invaded my mind." He hissed. "Believe me when I tell you that your only hope of surviving this life now is to kill me. Because when I am able I will not rest until you are dead for using his words to me!"

The man laughed harshly. "Death certainly dealt me a card when he gave me my soul back. You cannot fight me, Brat, you swore on your magic not to. And I decided not to kill you within hours of you arriving at Malfoy Manor, remember. It is I, Harry, Voldemort! My 'human' looks are returned along with my soul. I traded your life and your friend's lives for the Hallows and my Horcruxes for myself! I have been trying to tell you this for a week and every time I do, you have a meltdown and disappear into your own private little hell! I am not dead, I am alive! You know it is the truth, you just will not accept it!" He stood up in frustration staring down at him. His eyes narrowed. "At least this time you are looking at my face and not becoming hysterical about it!"

Harry tried to ignore the raw pain in the man's voice but found he couldn't. He had heard it before... and purposefully ignored it. In the fire light he saw that he was pale skinned, with jet black hair that curled around his ears and neck. His eyes were green, a dark green like his own, and his lips were... Voldemort's. His bone structure was... carved and his body... the lines of his body in the night robe, Voldemort's night robe, were... so familiar and of perfect proportion. He tried to remember Tom Riddle at Sixteen. His heart rate sped up. He had been an extremely handsome boy with perfectly carved features, jet black hair, and dark eyes...

'Where isss Nagini.' Harry hissed. Looking away from him.

'Ssstaying as far away from you a posssible! You keep calling her a liar every time ssshe tellsss you who I am!'

"What is the most treasured gift I gave to you, apart from the Hallows." Harry said breathlessly, thinking of the Salazar's tome, as he tried to breathe over his racing heart.

"A button."

"What?!" Harry turned back, looking at him incredulously.

"A button. A Mother of Pearl Button! And in actuality, Brat, I treasured it far more than the Hallows, as I gave them away! I would not give the button away. I would let you all rot first!"

Harry gave a little burst of laughter, that turned into spluttering tears.

"And I am thoroughly fed up with sleeping in the chair so that you do not wake up next to a stranger!" He took off his robe and got into bed pulling Harry into his arms. "And I am thoroughly fed up with not being able to hold the man I love, and gave up immortality for, just so I could die with him!"

Voldemort held the thin body tightly, stroking Harry's hair and kissing his temple. "Harry, my dear, stop crying now."

"You gave up everything you wanted in life for us, everything!" Harry choked clinging onto familiar shoulders.

"No, I did not. You are everything I want in life, Brat, and you are the one thing that I will never give up. Not even in death."

Harry stroked his face and hair staring into dark green eyes. "I... I knew. I knew but... You are very… handsome." He said with a frown.

"You are the only person in the world who would see that as a drawback and mourn so bitterly, as you have, for the passing of my former face and so violently hate my new one. " Voldemort said very drily.

Harry smiled sadly. "Ah, but you weren't handsome then – you were beautiful. Is there still snow on the grounds?"

"Yes. Why."

"Because that's where I'll be able to see him, every winter. Two drops of my blood on the snow under the moonlight."

Voldemort sighed. "You are irretrievably sentimental, Brat." He pulled Harry's head down and began to kiss him.

"I was so scared." Harry whispered against his lips. "So angry at you for making me go back thinking..." Harry closed his eyes. "I can't live without you."

"I know, Harry." Voldemort rolled and covered his body. "It's over and I have it on good authority that we will have a very long life. Starting now. And we will die together. We will soul bond, if you wish to."

"Wish to... I insist on it. I'm never going through this hell again!" He pulled Voldemort's head down and kissed him punishingly. "I love you, and you sent me back, without you, if you had died I would have killed myself..."

His words were cut off as Voldemort silenced him with his lips.

Harry gave himself up to the slow exquisite undulating body above him as Voldemort made love to him in that way that melted him from the inside out. He closed his eyes tightly and imagined pearly glimmering skin, and solid red eyes; he ran his hands over the exact same lines of the body he knew so well, imagining cool skin instead of warm. Yes, he'd get used to the new Voldemort, but for this one last time he'd pretend, and say goodbye to the old.

Much Later Voldemort sighed. "Harry, are you going to revert back to just staring at me for hours on end?"

Harry was laying on top of him running his fingers through his hair and staring at his face. "I'm getting used to you. Your eyes. They change colour, it's fascinating. There's flecks of..."

"Harry!" Draco burst into the room with Lucius hot on his heels. "Tell father this is my watch!" He held up his wrist.

"I am accustomed to it, Draco! Harry gave it to me and I will not give it up! It's a talking point at the Ministry!"

"Oh, sorry my Lord." Draco bowed sharply. "I didn't realise Harry had come to his senses at last. I'll just..." He pulled his arm away from his father who was trying to prise the Rolex from his wrist.

"I'll buy you another one, Drake." Harry mumbled, rolling off Voldemort.

"Knock in future." Voldemort drawled, pulling his Wand from under his pillow. Draco and Lucius were blasted out of the room and the door slammed shut behind them.

Harry stared at the wand. "But... How..."

Voldemort smiled. "It seems Death decided to give me a Birthday present. When I came round, this was in my hand." He stroked the Elder Wand before sliding it back under his pillow. "He'll get in back, in two hundred years time."

Harry lay back staring at the ceiling. "Voldemort. Do you fancy going to London with me tomorrow. Muggle London? I'll get Draco another watch and buy you a superb lunch at a really good Italian Restaurant I know."

"I do not 'fancy' it at all, Brat. Never use that word! But I will go with you if you promise never to ask me again."

Harry laughed and rolled over him. "You may like it." He said kissing his lips.

"Doubtful, but I 'like' you so I will make this one time sacrifice."

"You are very generous." Harry breathed, rolling his hips and watching dark colour stain Voldemort's cheeks and his pupils dilate. "I'm beginning to like your new face." Harry said sitting up and mounting him in one smooth movement. "It's so expressive, I can tell what you are thinking."

"There is no blood in my brain for thought." Voldemort rasped, grabbing his hips.

Harry stared down at him grinning. "Exactly. It's just pure lust... my Lord."

Voldemort stilled and raised his brows, then he grabbed Harry around the waist keeping him in place as he sat up. "Oh Potter," he said smiling with an evil glint in his eyes. "You really shouldn't have said that."

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The End.

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Author's Note: Thanks for reading this late Christmas story, (try to imagine this last chapter was published on the 25th of December as it should have been, instead of the 25th of January). And a huge thanks for all your really lovely reviews. They absolutely blew me away!

I'm now working on a new story (same pairing) that will not be 'fluffy' at all. Hooray!