1A/N: Hope you all enjoy, and clears things up for anyone who doesn't understand what's going on. :) Sorry for the long delay; Had writer's block. XD

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"Can you still see the heart of me? All my agony fades away when you hold me in your embrace. Don't tear me down for all I need. Make my heart a better place. Give me something I can believe." – All I Need, Within Temptation

Chapter 3: All I Need

The forest remained damp and wet hours after the rain had stopped. Dawn was approaching beyond the horizon, little rays of sunlight peering through dispersing clouds, giving way to a bright blue sky, and warm, comfortable heat, not too scorching like the day before. The forest appeared vacant but for one figure, who at first notice would appear to be conversing to himself, but in fact was being joined by another, invisible person, a ghost-like phantom. Voldemort – his hated enemy. But of course, this fact had become hazed as well – Harry did not hate Voldemort. At least not anymore.

Stumbling over a large boulder, Harry nearly lost his footing, and he reached out and grabbed onto a tree trunk for support. He sighed, and looked directly at where the invisible man stood, almost as if he could see him."Wish I could see you. Then I would know how far ahead you are."

The Dark Lord glanced back at the boy behind him, and gave a small, dry chuckle in the back of his throat. "I'm not far, Harry. Less than a meter ahead of you."

"Good,"Harry ducked beneath a pair of vines before reappearing again. "Because I don't want to bump into you and knock you over."

Voldemort smirked. "Something of which I've actually done to people on many occasions."

Harry blinked and stumbled forward as Voldemort prowled ahead. "Have you?"

"Yes, Harry. I may be the Dark Lord, but I'm not completely infallible, as you know, nor am I above civilization and humanity; I am as civilized and normal as you are."

Harry smiled cheekily. "How normal is that?"

Amused, Voldemort shook his head. "I swear you have your mother's cheek. But to answer your question, I'd like to say not very normal."

Harry laughed, and continued forward, Voldemort slightly ahead. "Are we going to the cabin?"

"Yes," Replied Voldemort. "Fortunately, we will not be staying there long; I have a new, current place of residence. I was actually planning on letting you stay there those times we shared together..." He saw the boy blush a deep red out of the corner of his eye. "But I had wanted to be close to the school as well."

"What is it?" Asked Harry, his blush going redder still.

"My manor." Voldemort turned to face Harry. "The Riddle Manor."

"You have a manor?!" Exclaimed Harry, his mouth dropping open in shock. "Wow!"

Voldemort nodded and turned away again. "Yes. That's where my Death Eaters and I attend meetings, form our plots, etc. You get the point. It is my most private quarters, and I'd like you to stay there with me."

Harry gawked, and nodded slowly. "Yeah... yeah, of course.."

"Understand me, Harry," His voice was firm. "That means you can't go back and forth between me and your little friends or Hogwarts. Once you've decided, you've decided, that's it. I won't play any little games. Is that clear?"

The sharp tone made Harry flinch, and Voldemort almost took deep satisfaction in knowing that he still scared the boy. That made things all the more better, should the brat ever decide to betray him. He concealed a smirk. The best part about having someone under your wing was about keeping them in line. Control was his desire, and it pleased him to know he still had it over Harry.

He watched the boy closely as he stayed unresponsive for several minutes before glancing back at the castle that was his home, to the ground, and up at where Voldemort's eyes should have been. "Yes... yes, I know. I've decided. I want to stay with you."

"Good," Snarled Voldemort, "Because you know that I don't take treachery well."

Harry paled somewhat. "I – I know. I won't turn against you..."

"That's my boy," Voldemort purred, and he saw Harry's eyes glint at the praise.

"So how am I going to get you resurrected?"

"The process is fairly complicated, but nothing too complex. It's like it was three years ago, except instead of you continuing to have the piece of my soul inside of you, I need to reclaim it." Voldemort explained. Harry blinked in confusion

"How?"

"First, I'll need to get it back into me. But that's not the only thing I need to get the Horcrux out of you. I need to make sure I don't take your soul, so you'll need to be at the brink of death; Not completely dead, just at the brink, so I can see both souls inside of you. I'll need to enter your body, Harry. Like a type of possession. It will hurt you, hurt you enough that you'll wish to die, and only then can I see both souls and reclaim mine. But listen to me, Harry," Voldemort said firmly as Harry looked somewhat hesitant, letting Voldemort in his mind, and his eyes held fear, "I will not let you die. I promise you that."

The boy did not move or respond for a moment, stood frozen where he stood. He looked as if he was making up his mind about something; Then, a moment later, he nodded, and though he smiled, the Dark Lord could still feel the fear radiating off of him. "I believe you."

Voldemort said nothing, but gave a curt nod Harry could not see, and Harry took it as a sign to continue, so he too went ahead. They walked in silence for almost ten minutes before Voldemort broke it.

"Stop here," Said Voldemort suddenly, making a direct stop before the cabin and Harry followed his lead. "We should do the process inside the cabin. Could you get the door, Harry? I am quite unable."

"Yeah."

The boy pulled the door handle and the door opened, and he heard Harry's small gasp as the door opened further. Perhaps he, too, was remembering the memories they had...

Almost on cue, Harry turned, and when he did, there were sparkles of tears in his emerald eyes. "I'd almost forgotten what this place looked like."

"Yes,"Voldemort nodded, and Harry came out of his reverie almost at once.

"Let's make that potion."

He walked into the cabin first, and the Dark Lord closely followed. Voldemort spotted the ingredients lying just where he had left them: The bone of his father was lying on the table along the window-side, and lying smack in the middle of the floor was the cauldron to brew the body. Harry stopped and traced his hands along it, frowning. "Don't you need one of your death eaters's hands or something? Like Wormtail did?"

"No," Answered Voldemort, "Strictly because since I am using your blood, and will be using my own flesh, the Horcrux, Harry, we will not need to make it exactly like when I used your blood to make my previous body."

Though confused, Harry nodded. "So what do you need first?"

"I need you to use your want to set the cauldron aflame and drop in the bone."

Harry paled, but again nodded. Taking out his wand from his robe – Voldemort realized his hand was shaking – Harry used a levitation spell to drop the bone in, and the cauldron ignited at once. "Now what..?"

"Now I need your blood, Harry." Said Voldemort. Harry pointed his wand at his forearm and within seconds a small cut had erupted, and Harry pressed his thumb onto the bloodied point and let it fall from his arm into the cauldron. "Damn. I never figured out how to mend these, though."

Voldemort smiled. "Once we finish this, I'll gladly heal you, Harry."

Harry nodded, but now it seemed much more forced, and Voldemort knew that Harry's fear was growing steadier and steadier every passing second. The Dark Lord came towards him, and as he drew nearer, he saw Harry's whole body trembling. "Are you ready, Harry?"

In a choking whisper, Harry rasped, "Yes."

"It'll try to make it quick, Harry. Quick enough so I don't hurt you anymore." Voldemort promised gently. "I do not like to see you in pain."

Harry did nothing, just waited. Voldemort slowly entered the boy's body, and as his soul touched the boy's he heard him give a loud and pained gasp.

I'll hurry, Harry. He thought.

Within seconds, the boy dropped to the floor, giving agonized moans of pain. His eyes screwed up, and his body curved into a ball as he began giving sobs of pain. For a moment, Voldemort relished in it; He had his enemy in his grasp, experiencing such torture that not even the Cruciatius curse could provide, experiencing nothing himself as the boy began to slowly die inside. Something that he could not fail on... but he had promised himself he wouldn't kill Harry. At least not yet. Forcing his mind back to the task at hand, he realized Harry was nearing death; But he was not yet there. The Horcrux began to glimmer as death drew nearer, until he finally saw it, and the boy was breathing faintly, his eyes rolling in the back of his head...

He felt the soul reconnect with his and experienced a blast of pain as he was exited from the boy's body, the Horcrux safely latched on to the creator. He exited in time to see Harry's eyes close and body go limp. But he could not tend the boy yet. He must first get his body..

He dived into the cauldron, and felt many things began to layer, felt himself reform just as he had done three years ago, until he could feel that simple being of existence and opened his eyes. He found he could see, and the first thing he saw was Harry's limp form. He ran forward, not bothering to mammoth all of the senses as he had done before, and fell beside the boy.

"Harry, wake up. Harry!"

The boy did not stir.

"Harry!" Growled the Dark Lord. "Dammit, Harry, wake up!"

Still nothing. He pressed a hand directly over where Harry's heart was and found nothing; no beat, no thumping of the organ that kept him alive. Growing, he instead placed two index fingers to the side of Harry's neck, feeling for a pulse. There was none. Slightly panicked, he inhaled and pressed his mouth over Harry's, exhuming all of his own breath into Harry's still form. He retracted after a moment, and waited. Almost immediately, Harry coughed, and his eyes fluttered open, no longer in pain. Voldemort sighed in relief.

"I told you I wouldn't let you die."

Harry smiled, "You... you look... different..."His voice was low and weak, as though it hurt him to speak.

Voldemort took it upon himself to observe his new appearance; Standing, he stood before the mirror, and saw that Harry was right. He no longer looked like a crossover between a human and a snake; Instead, he had thick, brown hair that went to his neck, and blue eyes that had a slight trace of red in them, still. His nose looked normal, now, and his skin did not look stretched; It looked... like it had been before he had become the snake-like being he was. He turned to look at Harry, who was smiling in astonishment. He grinned at him.

"You like it?"

Harry nodded. "Definitely."

"Good," Answered Voldemort. "So do I."

He walked forward and brushed a hand over Harry's soft hair, his eyes gazing into Harry's. "It's nice to finally be able to touch you again." His hand trailed along Harry's cheeks, until his thumb was grazing over Harry's lightening-bolted scar. Harry smiled up at him, and Voldemort released him. "Let me heal your arm."

Harry nodded and extended his bleeding arm, and Voldemort used Harry's wand and muttered. Within seconds, the cut was gone, and Harry retracted it and smiled. "Thank you."

Voldemort nodded. "We should leave here now. But first, we must destroy all evidence."

Harry looked perplexed. "Why?"

"Because should someone find out you have resurrected me, there will be hell to pay, Harry; No one but you knows that I'm back."

Harry nodded. "Good point."

They walked out of the cabin, and seconds later with a flick of Harry's wand, the cabin burst into flame and crumbled to the ground. Voldemort glanced at it for several seconds more before turning his head to Harry. "Hold my arm. We're going to Apparate."

Harry gripped Voldemort's forearm, and the elder spun on his heel, and they were gone within seconds, leaving nothing but ashes lying in their wake.