*Parseltongue*

" English."

"So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream."

― Jodi Picoult

Avada kedavra, green eyes stared into slanted blood red eyes as the boy stepped into the light. Time seemed to stop as all was silent around them except for the crackling and hisses from the wood in the marble fireplace: as the flames seemed to devour it hungrily.

The silence was broken as the snakelike man spoke out to the Boy-Who-Lived across the dimly lit sitting room that was located at the Riddle Manor in Little Hangleton.

The same house and room that; the two arch enemies stood in, was where Tom Marvolo Riddle murdered his father and grandparents. The same Tom Riddle that stood in front of Harry Potter at the moment. The exact same one that was known as Lord Voldemort in the present time.

" Potter."

Harry narrowed his green eyes before taking a step toward the other male. Voldemort watched his movements like a hawk as the boy moved closer toward him.

" Hello, Tom."

Harry spoke in such a calm manner that it had the Dark Lord extremely confused while rage filled him from the core at the filthy, Muggle name that he was cursed with, when he was born all those years ago.

Voldemort tightened his grip on his Yew wand that hung on the side of his body: before lifting it up and pointing it directly into Harry's face. " You've finally come to die." Voldemort hissed as he felt satisfaction at watching the boys vivid green eyes flash with fear for only a second before fading away.

" Would you kill your own Horcrux, Tom?"

Harry finished the question as Voldemort stiffened, the yew wand going limp in his hand. " What?" Voldemort hissed with flaming fury as he reached out and grabbed the boy by the arm, yanking the smaller one closer to him.

* You made me your equal that night, when you killed my parents.* The Parseltongue rolled off the tongue of the green eyed boy as easy as the wind blew.

Voldemort's red eyes widen as everything around him came crashing down. The boy was his Horcrux. His soul...

He almost killed a part of himself by stupidity and child like rage.

The Dark Lord snapped out of his thoughts as a soft hand cupped the side of his pasty, snakelike face. * I'm here with you now.* Harry hissed as his beautiful green eyes gazed at Voldemort from under thick, dark eyelashes.

It felt strange as Voldemort ran his long, spidery fingers into the boys black, messy hair. " Harry." Voldemort hoarsely whispered his name as the boys arms wrapped around the Dark Lord's waist in a tight hug; his face pressed into the older mans chest as black robes wrapped around him.

* My Horcrux.* Voldemort's voice was soft as he hissed to Harry in the ancient serpent language. *Mine.*

*Yours. Forever.*

Voldemort curled his long fingers into the messy black hair and yanked Harry's head back for a bruising kiss; in which the boy returned in a fiery passion.

Finally the boy was loved and this love wasn't sweet and good...no, it was a selfish, possessive, and consuming love; but at least it was something.