Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Possess me ❯ Chapter ten ( Chapter 10 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Warnings; the usual stuff, Yaoi (slash), Dark!Harry, Vampirism, dark magic, extreme ooc-ness, etc.

Okay, since I made you guys wait so insanely long for me the last time, I decided to be a good author and update in time!
I'm on spring break after all, so I thought 'why not use my spare time and spoil my starved readers?' And so, here I sit, in my bed, with my laptop in front of me. This chapter is gonna be good. Believe me.

Here we go! Chapter ten!
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Am I dead?

'Tha-dump.'

Heartbeats?

'Tha-dump, tha-dump.'

Oh... not dead then.

Then... where am I?

It hurt. Everything hurt. And yet... he could not feel anything. His body was numb. And he could sense the coldness of the stone floor seep into his limp body. How long had he been in there? Shouldn't Nagini be back soon? He was dying. Would he ever be able to see Voldemort? To kiss him? To touch him?

Oh great, now his heart started to ache, too. And he felt annoyed. It was all Nagini's fault. Stupid snake. Because of her daftness, he was now bathing in his own blood, alone, in the middle of night. Maybe it was morning? He felt pathetic.

Then suddenly a wave of fear welled up in him. Maybe... maybe it was all a trick. Had Voldemort tricked him? Made Harry believe in him, to fall in love with him, just so that Harry would help him to get into Hogwarts? Maybe he was going to let Harry die here, since he had fulfilled his part of the evil master plan. Maybe this was what Voldemort had planned all along, ever since he first planted a piece of his soul in Harry.

Oh God, why hadn't he realized it before?

Harry couldn't think straight anymore. The loss of blood made his head spin and he didn't even try to open his eyes. His body felt heavy, so he didn't try to move it. He just lay there, waiting for death to arrive. Or some poor student. He was sincerely hoping for death.

His breathing was slowing down, as was the rest of the world. Everything fell into slow-motion. If Harry had had the energy, he would have smiled.

This is it. I'm dying.

"Master!"

Harry’s heart made a painful leap at hearing Nagini's hissing voice not even two inches from his ear. He cracked his black eyes open and felt like weeping as he did so. They hurt so badly. The blood that had earlier gushed from his eyes had dried around the lids and now they stung and burned when he tried to get a better look at the snake next to him.

"N-nagi...ni...?" He croaked and blinked in a desperate attempt to make his eyes cooperate with him again. Soon, he could see the blurry image of yellow eyes and dark scales. "You're late," Harry whispered, not having energy to make the words come out stronger than that. Nagini's tongue shot out from his mouth and almost immediately went back in. She didn't say anything at first.

"You are dying."

"Yes."

He closed his eyes again. The snake was annoying him. He already knew that he was dying. To state the obvious was just a waste of time. Not that time mattered to him anymore. But the snake didn't seem to be willing to leave Harry alone. She prodded his side with her nose.

"But you cannot!" She hissed, almost sounding angry with him. "If you die, then Master Tom will kill me, and then he will die as well!"

"But it's too late... I'm too tired to even move, Nagini. I'm sorry," Harry apologized. But the snake still didn't want to listen to him. And she showed him exactly how desperate and angry she was with him by burying her sharp fangs in his side. And Harry screamed.

"Let go of me!" He snarled and grabbed her head to make her take the fangs out of his sore flesh. The snake let go and when Harry glared at her, she seemed to glare back.

"If you really loved Master Tom, you would not give up so easily! You would not allow death to take you yet."

"But I'm telling you, it's too late. I'm too tired, I don't have the energy." Harry wanted to shout back, showing his anger, but it only came out as soft slurred words. The anger bubbled inside as the snake smirked.

"Is that so? Then how come you are suddenly able to sit up?"

Harry blinked. He was sitting up? He looked down and realized that he was indeed sitting... or something similar. His back was leaning on the wall, and he was barely able to keep his eyes open, but nevertheless, he was sitting up! Harry realized that Nagini must've bitten him to make his body angry. To activate the adrenaline. And now, while holding on to the smallest amount of energy, Harry was no longer on the verge of death.

"Th-thank you..." he said to Nagini who only nodded as a reply. Harry looked around and frowned. "Where's Tom?" Nagini hissed and seemed to shake her head, making Harry realize that a new bottle was tied to her neck.

"Master Tom will explain everything to you later, but right now, we are in a hurry! Drink the content of this bottle. Now!" She shook her head and managed to make the bottle fall off. Then she took the bottle in her mouth and placed it on Harry's shirt which was drenched in crimson blood. Harry stared at the bottle for a second before he, by pure willpower, managed to lift his hand and grasp the bottle. The content was warm... A potion? Harry didn't really care. What really mattered, what really made him want to keep on living was knowing that he would be able to see Voldemort soon!

So with trembling fingers, Harry brought the bottle in front of his face and took the stopper away. Then he brought the bottle to his pale lips and tilted it, so that the liquid flowed into his mouth, and his eyes snapped open. Blood! It was warm and alive and it was blood!

Harry felt how a wave of burning hot energy flowed inside of him as he greedily sucked the warm blood into his mouth. He had never tasted anything similar. It tasted so good. Metallic, spicy... and it was hot. The warmth spread from his tongue and throughout his entire body. He could feel his cheek heat up and his legs and arms started to move more freely. His vision came back, so he could now see Nagini clearly. She was giving him a knowing look as he drank the blood with great enthusiasm. It was like a drug. Harry couldn't stop drinking!

When he was finally done, he put the empty bottle down, panting from the frantic drinking without pause. He turned to Nagini.

"I want more."

The snake seemed to give him a hissing chuckle which once again sounded extremely odd coming from a snake.

"Master Tom said that you would probably say that. I am sorry. You cannot have more at the moment."

Harry sighed disappointed and licked his lips. He could hear how the blood thumped in his ears. What an amazing drink it was. Harry practically glowered with energy and for the first time in weeks, he felt satiated.

"What was that? It tasted so... spicy. It didn't taste like human blood."

Harry started to feel oddly sleepy. As if he had drunk warm milk instead of blood. Nagini smirked.

"Vampire blood."

Harry froze and stared at her as it felt like she had thrown an icy dagger into his heart, numbing him with shock. It was vampire blood? Voldemort had given him vampire blood? Why the hell would he do that?

-Flashback-

"...However, for a wizard to become a vampire, you must be born with a special vampiric virus, then you must get bitten by a true vampire to activate it. This means that you don't need to drink the blood, the bite is enough to transform you."

-end of flashback-

"What?" Harry's voice trembled with anger. Nagini backed away, carefully looking at Harry who was now giving her a cold stare. "Why? Tom told me that I don't need to drink the blood to transform..."

The snake blinked slowly and gave a breathy sigh, which made Harry slightly irritated. She acted as if he was a small child that didn't understand anything.

"It's so that your body will be ready for the real transformation. I wasn't supposed to tell you about the plan... Master Tom will come for you... And he will bring someone who will change you... They will explain to you why you had to drink the blood now. The blood will change you, but you won't become a complete vampire. For that to happen, you must get bitten, and you must get bitten within three days, or else the vampiric blood in your body will start to destroy the vampiric virus, your body, and you will die."

"You're telling me I'm about to change? Now?" Harry could feel his heart start to pump faster and his breathing quickened.

She gave a small, pitying nod and Harry shut his eyes while trying to stay calm. But it was easier said than done. He didn't want to change yet. Not yet! Not like this! Not drenched in his own blood, in the middle of night, alone, in a freakin' school toilet! The image seemed terribly awful. He had pictured himself being turned into a vampire many times already... but not like this. Not yet!

But Harry soon realized it was too late to regret drinking the blood.

He was already starting to feel drowsy. It was the same feeling as being on the brink of death, but this time he was warmer, and not nearly as numb as before. This time, he could feel everything.

His body hurt. A lot. His arms started to cramp. As did his neck and soon his legs. And it felt like someone was cutting Harry’s stomach with a large knife. Panic welled up in his chest as he could feel his heart slow down and his head being invaded by needles. And Harry sobbed in his dizzyness. He felt sick. The taste of blood in his mouth was suddenly sickening and he regretted every drop!

He didn't want this yet! Not yet!

Not yet!

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"... certainly explains how he has been acting..."

"... Cannot give you more information than this. It's classified..."

What was going on? Harry could hear voices. Calm, but not happy voices. Worried, disturbed voices.

"... I don't understand! Why is this happening?!"

Sobbing voices joined in.

And more voices of authority.

"Only Professor Dumbledore can tell you about it, I'm afraid... I'm not allowed to say anything about it."

"Maybe it has something to do with he-who-must-not-be-named...?"

"Shh!"

Harry felt sick. He had been listing to people talking for the last couple of hours, but he still couldn't figure out what was happening. He really wanted to open his eyes, but they hurt too much. So instead he stirred and tried to turn his head a bit to be able to swallow. His mouth felt dry. For some reason, that seemed odd. Hadn't he been drinking something just a few seconds ago? He couldn't remember what it had been, though. Water? No...

Harry snapped his stinging eyes open, ignoring the tears that started to flow due to the pain and sat up in his bed. In his bed? He stared wildly around and realized that he was in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey came rushing to his side as she realized that he was awake.

"Mr. Potter! You are awake!" The elderly woman put a cool hand on his burning forehead and Harry hissed as an incredible headache suddenly struck him, making small stars dance in front of him. Harry shut his eyes, trying to ease the pain, but slowly opened them again as he heard voices closing in on him and the sound of feet gathering around his bed. With a strange dizziness mixed with nausea Harry groaned and finally opened his eyes once more to be able to see the obvious crowd around his bed.

"Harry!" The first person Harry saw was Ron, who was pale, sweaty and looked as if he was about to faint. Harry blinked with confusion as Ron sighed with relief and sat down on the side of Harry's bed. The red head gave Harry a shaky smile. "Thought we'd lost you, mate."

Harry blinked again and grimaced slightly when he tried to sit up on the soft mattress. Ron was quick to help him, constantly giving Harry worried glances, as if Harry was of the verge of death.

"Why would you lose me?"

"You tell us!" Ginny, who was behind Ron, shouted with a tone that sounded upset. Angry even. "Harry," she continued and kneeled beside the bed while staring at Harry with large, brown eyes. "Did we... do something wrong? Why... why didn't you tell us that you felt so depressed?" She visibly suppressed a sob and made Harry frown, even more confused than before. What in the world were they talking about?

Harry glanced at the remaining crowd and saw that Hermione was at the end of his bed, dressed in hospital clothes, refusing to meet Harry’s gaze. Professor McGonagall was standing behind her, and Harry couldn't help but to feel relieved that the old woman was up and about again. Neville was there, too, as was Luna, Dean Thomas and, to Harry's surprise, Draco Malfoy. Ron kept giving the Slytherin angry glances, as if Ron suspected that it was Draco's fault that Harry was in the hospital and that Draco was now here to admire his work and mock Harry.

Draco was biting his lip slightly and gave Harry a serious, slightly worried look, silently asking if he was alright. Even though Harry still couldn't remember why he was where he was, or why his head was hurting so much, he gave a short nod and a barely visible smile. Draco swallowed and gave Harry a small smile back before turning his back to him and walking out.

"Harry..." Ron frowned a little. "Do you... can you... Did you even know what you were doing?" He stammered, looking more worried and desperate than ever.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ginny snapped and gave her brother an angry look. Ron glared fiercely at her.

"Well, I was thinking maybe someone had put a spell on him or something... to make him-" Ron stopped in mid-sentence and glanced nervously at Harry. "Mate... can't you just tell us why the hell you did that?" He asked and the begging tone in his voice was obvious. Harry glanced at Hermione who was hiding her pale face behind her brown, thick hair.

"What are you talking about?" Harry drawled, starting to feel annoyed. Had he made some mistake and gotten injured in a Quidditch game? But that didn't make sense either. Harry hadn't been playing Quidditch for a long time, and nothing on his body hurt. Except for his head…and his wrist.

His wrist?

Harry turned his head and stared at his arm. His wrist was covered in bandages and it was partly hidden under the blanket. He shuddered and touched the white fabric around his skin with his other hand. The burning sensation was suddenly very intense, and Harry hissed. Carefully, he removed the bandage, and no one stopped him, even though he could clearly see the worried and nervous glances they all shared, as if they were asking each other if it really was such a good idea to let Harry remove the bandage.

But as soon as the last piece of fabric fell off, it was already too late for anyone to protest. Harry swallowed hard and stared at his abused wrist. The wound was still fresh, but there was no more blood flowing from it. The skin around the wound was red, blue and purple. Harry also noticed that it felt weird to move his fingers. When he frowned at this, Madam Pomfrey took a step forward.

"It's because we had to repair some of your joints that got cut off when you-" she stopped talking. Harry didn't say anything. He just kept on staring at the wound, keeping his face emotionless. No one spoke, and it was obvious that the others assumed that Harry was in deep shock. They were looking at him carefully, nervously, awaiting some kind of reaction from Harry. In fact, Harry had to fight to keep a straight face. His lips were struggling desperately not to break out in a big smirk.

It all came back to him. The knife... the soul... Nagini... And now Harry stared almost lovingly at the wound on his wrist. He had nearly died, but then he had drunk vampire blood that Nagini brought with her from... Tom. Tom.

It had worked! He had survived, and he had made it through the first part of the plan. Now he just had to wait for Tom. And put on a shocked expression. And so Harry swallowed again and took a deep breath. Then he pulled the blanket over his wrist and turned away while trying to look shocked, tense and slightly panicked. He obviously did a decent job, because soon enough Ron patted his shoulder with a nervous but comforting look on his face.

"It... It doesn't look that bad, mate."

"What are you talking about, Ron?" Ginny snarled and stood up from the floor and then turned to glare furiously at Harry. "Harry, you stabbed yourself in the girl's bathroom! What the hell was that about? Huh?" She gave him one of those looks Mrs. Weasly used to give Ron whenever she really wanted a serious explanation. "Luna found you, completely soaked in your own blood!"

Harry sent Luna a glance, but the dreamy Ravenclaw girl didn't seem to be all that traumatized. She just shrugged and nodded.

"It's true, you looked awful," she stated, matter-of-factly.

"You just be lucky no one else found you before she did!" Ginny gave an upset snort. "Or else the whole school would know it by now... Harry Potter tried to commit suicide. Terrific."

"It's my fault isn't it?" Hermione suddenly exclaimed and took a step backwards, away from the bed. Fat tears started to roll down her cheeks as the crowd around Harry's bed carefully watched her. "It's because of what I did, isn't it? I called you a demon!" She gave a sob and buried her face in her hands. "I'm so sorry!" She left the room while sobbing furiously. No one followed her and when Harry turned to Ron, the red-head merely sighed.

"She's been like that for a while now. After she attacked you in the great hall and Snape came to drag off with you, McGonagall did the same to Hermione. I think it's the first time Hermione's ever had a detention." Ron frowned. "And when she found out about this... she went... sorta nuts."

Ginny snorted.

"Well, you have to admit, you have been acting weird lately, Harry! We're your friends! Why didn't you tell us?!"

Oh well, play along.

"I'm sorry," Harry murmured and avoided Ginny's angry stare. Ron glared at his younger sister.

"That's enough, Ginny," Ron said, sounding a lot more strict than usual. "I think Harry's been through a lot. He doesn't need this right now."

Ginny crossed her arms over her chest and huffed, clearly annoyed with her suddenly so mature brother. Harry sighed with relief. That's when Professor McGonagall came into the picture. She had been staying in the background the entire time, Harry realized, and hadn't said anything. For some reason, Harry felt as if he was about to get scolded by his grandmother for stealing cookies.

"That's enough everyone. Visiting hour is over." Madam Pomfrey shooed them away. Ron gave him a sad smile, Ginny gave him a worried glance, while Neville and Luna waved and left without much protest. When they had finally left, he realized that Professor McGonagall remained by his bed with a stern frown on her face. Harry swallowed nervously and squirmed a little in his bed. What if she knew that it was Blaise who had put her out before? And what if she knew that Harry had been with him at the time? And what if-

"You do realize that you have some explaining to do, don’t you, Mr Potter?"

Harry nodded and leaned back on the large pillow, trying to look tired and uncertain. Well, in fact he was very tired. He felt like he was having a fever again.

"How long have I been out?" His mouth felt dry. McGonagall gave him a stern stare, then took a step closer to the exhausted boy.

"Miss Lovegood found you yesterday morning. You've been unconscious for about forty hours." She pursed her lips and looked at Harry, as if she awaited some kind of reaction. She received none, as Harry merely yawned and closed his eyes.

"Gee, whaddaya know..." he murmured sleepily and peered at McGonagall who was starting to look annoyed. He gave her a tired smirk. "I must've been sleepy."

McGonagall huffed and flicked with her wand, so that a heavy object landed on Harry's blanket. Her eyes were cold as ice and Harry had to focus to keep a straight face. Even though it was currently covered with dried blood, anyone could've seen that it was Slytherin's knife, and Harry closed his eyes.

"Would you care to explain what this is?" McGonagall said, her usual calm eyes glowing dangerously. Harry had to force himself not to flinch.

"A knife, Professor," he answered and smiled as innocently as he could. McGonagall frowned.

"Don't play dumb, Mr Potter!" She snarled. Harry stopped smiling and replaced the innocent look with a cold frown of his own. "You know very well what I mean! Where did you get a hold of this?"

At this, Harry had no idea what to say. He suddenly felt angry with himself for not thinking the plan through. What in the world was he thinking? He should've realized it wouldn't be that easy! If anything, he should've realized that the task wasn't completed just because he had managed to steal the knife and send the soul-piece to Voldemort. Of course people would find him and ask questions. Then again, Harry had thought that Voldemort would come for him as soon as he got the soul-piece, but Harry still should've come up with a plan B just in case something went wrong! At least some kind of excuse!

WHY hadn't he thought of that?! If he had had the energy, Harry would've smacked himself.

"I... uh..."

"You stole the key to the Slytherin chest from Dumbledore's office, didn't you?" McGonagall frowned even deeper.

"No!" Harry exclaimed and turned his face away, panic rising in his chest. What should he do?!

"No." A new voice joined in the conversation. "It was me, Professor." Draco stepped out from the shadows. He had obviously been hiding the whole time. Harry stared at the Slytherin boy as if he was an angel coming to save him. Draco gave Harry a quick smirk saying 'You owe me', then he turned to McGonagall who also stared at the Slytherin with a baffled expression. "I stole the key, Professor."

"Mr. Malfoy...? But why-"

"Because I hate Harry Potter." Draco put on a cold look. "Blaise and I have seen Potter's gloomy looks... and we decided to give him a little push in the right direction." Draco's smirk widened. "It was easy."

"What... do you mean?" McGonagall looked from Draco, to Harry and back to Draco again. Draco closed his eyes and opened them slowly. He looked like pure evil, and Harry couldn't help but to notice exactly how attractive the blonde really was.

"Grown-ups can be rather ignorant. You didn't notice at all, did you?" Draco gave a low chuckle. Madam Pomfrey joined McGonagall who had a shocked expression plastered over her old features. "Gryffindor's golden boy has been depressed all year. Convincing him that committing suicide was the best option was a simple task. And my father really approved of my and Blaise's plan." The last sentence made McGonagall gasp.

"But..."

"I know, hard to imagine that two simple students could think of that brilliant plan isn't it?" Draco sighed. "Stealing Slytherin's knife wasn't very complicated either. It was right there on the desk. As I'm sure you already know, Blaise has a special kind of heritage." He leaned in closer to the shocked teacher. "We're the ones who put you out the other day. It was easy to break into his office."

McGonagall brought her wrinkly hand in front of her gaping mouth.

"But why... the Slytherin blade..?"

"Because Harry Potter is a Gryffindor. The Dark Lord was a Slytherin." Draco gave a low snigger. "To make the Gryffindor golden boy, the one who was going to save the world, the enemy of You-know-who kill himself with the Slytherin knife..." Draco closed his eyes and looked as if he was thinking of something very pleasurable, like sex. "You have to admit the thought is... thrilling."

The room was silent for a while.

Then McGonagall raised her hand and slapped Draco hard across the cheek. Harry flinched involuntarily and leaned into his pillows as far as he could. He tried to look shocked and innocent, but immediately got worried when he saw the pained face Draco made. His neatly combed hair was slightly ruffled, and the Slytherin didn't even have time to turn back to McGonagall before the furious teacher grabbed Draco's chin and made him hiss with pain. Harry could literally see how McGonagall's fingernails turned into cat claws that buried into Draco's skin.

Harry badly wanted the teacher to stop, but he couldn't give himself away. Draco's brilliant act would be in vain, and he couldn't, wouldn't mess it up now. He hadn't come that far just to screw it up. So he forced himself to watch as Draco shut his eyes to prevent the tears from spilling. McGonagall's claws sunk into the pale skin, and it didn't take long before Harry glimpsed a small drop of blood seeping out.

"I should've realized that you had something to do with this, Malfoy," McGonagall snarled and Harry's eyes widened. He had never seen the elderly teacher so angry before, and McGonagall was after all a generally strict woman. Draco tried to pry her fingers away but the old woman proved herself to be stronger than one would've imagined. Finally the woman let go, and Harry clenched his jaws when he saw the wounds she had caused in Draco's face. Blaise would not be happy. Draco glared hard at McGonagall who was breathing faster than usual.

"You're coming with me, Mr. Malfoy!" McGonagall hissed out. "We're going to Dumbledore's office right now, and you're going to tell him exactly what you just told me." She grabbed his arm and dragged him off, but not before Draco turned to Harry and gave him a wink. Harry gaped after him and mentally promised himself to make it up to the Slytherin boy who had come to his rescue twice.

"Mr Potter, drink this," Madame Pomfrey said, her voice slightly trembling, and held out a cup of medicine to Harry. The cup smelled like someone had thrown up in it, and Harry wrinkled his nose.

"No thanks..."

"It'll make you fall into a deep and dreamless sleep-" the teacher tried again, but Harry cut her off.

"I don't want to sleep!" He snapped and gave the nurse an angry stare. "I just want to be left alone." When she didn't leave at once, Harry gave her a hard glare. "Now."

The nurse swallowed and walked away, but constantly turned around to send him worried glances. Growling with annoyance, Harry turned his back to her and lay down on the hospital bed. Now what? What was he supposed to do? He had already been unconscious for over a day! What was it Nagini said... if the transformation wasn't completed in three days, he would...

... Oh fuck.

"Tom, where are you?" Harry whispered and stared at the star lit sky outside the window.

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Harry sat up in his bed. He was wide awake, and he didn't even remember falling asleep. He threw a glimpse to the nightstand and the clock that was placed there. Two in the morning? No wonder it was quiet. Everyone else must already be asleep. So... why was he awake?

Harry blinked to make his vision clear, and was mildly surprised when the room suddenly got brighter. He could feel how his pupils widened and adjusted to the darkness and for a second he felt thrilled at the obvious improvement of his eyes. But just then, he could see the tall silhouette of a man at the end of his bed. His heart leaped and Harry crawled backwards.

"Who's there?" he asked, trying not to sound too scared. The person was wearing a black cloak with a hood, making it look like the reaper was paying a visit. Harry swallowed and managed to glare. "Who are you?"

The person gave a hissing laughter, and Harry's eyes widened. There was no way...!

"Harry... You're such a good boy..." the voice drawled and Harry stared as a gloved hand pulled the hood back, exposing the cold, beautiful face. Red, cold eyes stared back at Harry and long, black hair fell over the broad shoulders. The cloak covered the Dark Lord's tall body effectively, but Harry could still see the broad shoulders and the proud posture.

And Harry gasped.

"Tom!"

Harry leaped forward as the longing and furious passion took over his aching body, but as he did, Voldemort backed away, put a slim fabric-covered finger in front of his thin lips and shook his head.

"I am sorry. You can't touch me at the moment. The spell will break."

"Spell?" Harry whispered breathlessly, barely believing his eyes. "What spell?"

"I have cast a spell so that no one will be able to see me... except for you," the Dark Lord drawled and smirked. Harry realized that Voldemort had probably cast the same kind of spell that Blaise had used in Dumbledore's office. The realization didn't make him any happier. He wasn't allowed to touch Voldemort, his Tom... and he was just a few meters away!

"Tom..." Harry whispered and buried his face into his blanket. He threw a begging glance at the dark wizard who was giving him a slightly amused but pitying look. And there was love in those red eyes. Harry could see it clearly. The passion glowed within them, even though most of it was hidden behind the coldness. "I can't take this much longer..."

"Yes, you can," Voldemort said and frowned a little. "You have come this far, Harry... You've done well," the lord gave a small smile. "We'll be together soon," he whispered and Harry nodded, even though it felt like he wanted to ignore everything Voldemort had just said and throw himself into the man's arms. But he knew that he had to stay focused at the moment. So he closed his eyes as he leaned back against his pillowed.

"Tell me the last part of your plan."

Voldemort smirked at hearing these words, and Harry could've sworn he saw another wave of passion in the red pair of eyes.

"I'm sorry I didn't have time to warn you about the first part..." Voldemort sighed. "I never intended to let you drink the blood. The thing is... because of the vampire virus in your body, you can transform into a vampire merely by getting bitten by one. However, the transformation takes about three hours if you do it that way. But unlike the original way, where you have to drink the blood and get bitten, it's painless. It doesn't hurt at all. That's why I never wanted you to drink the blood." There was a certain softness in Voldemort's voice as he explained this, and it made Harry's chest feel oddly warm.

"So... why did it turn out like this?" Harry asked. Voldemort threw a glance over his shoulder to make sure Madam Pomfrey, who never seemed to sleep, was nowhere around.

"Because... now that you have drank the vampire blood from a true vampire, all it takes for you to turn into a vampire is a quick nibble. All it takes is a quick bite, and you'll turn in just a few seconds. Also, as soon as the process has begun, it's impossible to stop. That's why this way is safer than the other way, even though this way hurts a great deal more." Voldemort gave Harry another concerned frown.

"But..." Harry flinched as he thought he heard someone approaching. When he didn't see anyone, he leaned closer and whispered; "Why did you do it this way? Wouldn't it have been easier to just bring a vampire the same night? Why wait?"

Voldemort's frown deepened and anger seeped into the red eyes. Harry shuddered.

"Because... this was all Dumbledore's plan," Voldemort sneered and Harry could've sworn he saw a fang behind that pale lip. But he snapped out of his thrilled state as he realized what Voldemort had said.

"What?"

Voldemort leaned closer, making Harry clench his jaws. It was hard enough to watch the man he craved for from a distance, but now Harry could see all the fine details in the invincible man's face, like the barely visible lines under the clear eyes, and the small silver ring in the man's ear.

"Didn't you think it was odd that stealing the key to the Slytherin chest was so easy?"

Harry was about to shake his head, but stopped. It had been weird, hadn't it? Dumbledore was supposed to be one of the most powerful wizards in the world, and they had just waltzed into his office and snatched the key from the desk, as if...

"... He wanted this to happen...?"

Voldemort nodded, and a hateful expression flashed through his eyes.

"Clever old man..." Voldemort sneered silently. "He's been onto you all year. He's been setting traps even, but only a few of them actually worked."

"Traps? For me? Why?" Harry felt upset and betrayed. How was it possible for such a gentle old man to be so... sneaky?

"Because he knows what you are, Harry!" Voldemort said and sounded as if he was annoyed with Harry for not realizing it himself. "I've told you this so many times; No one must suspect you!"

"I've tried my best!" Harry hissed back, starting to feel rather pissed. Voldemort glared hard at him, and Harry responded by glaring just as hard back. Finally the older man sighed.

"I know," he said, sounding somewhat apologizing. "Sadly, it wasn't good enough. Dumbledore realized that there was something wrong right in the beginning. So, to figure out what was wrong, he set up a few traps to be able to see what was about to happen to you and what he could do to prevent it. Do you remember the potions class where Snape told you about the potion that could expose evil?"

Harry nodded, and his eyes widened with realization.

"That was Dumbledore's plan?" Voldemort nodded, looking bitter.

"Among other things. Most of them were unsuccessful, however. He is as smart as ever. He knows what you are, and he knows what I am. I've told you this before. He's willing to do anything to keep us apart, because he believes, as so many others do, that it's the best for you." Voldemort spat out the last words. "So the key was really just another one of his traps. Being the headmaster of this school, of course he knew about the knife's powers, and that way, he eventually realized that it could be a possibility for you and I to meet. So he let you steal it, only so that he could wait for me to arrive. He didn't tell anyone about this. He's so damn proud. He thinks that no one, except from himself, is capable of killing me."

"So that's why you couldn't come and get me at once..."

"Yes. He's been expecting me to arrive here ever since the key was stolen from his desk. So I couldn't come to you at once. That is also why Nagini was a bit late. I had to make new plans."

Harry nodded, also frowning by now. Everything was so complicated.

"Then tell me about your new plans."

Voldemort nodded and threw another glimpse over his shoulder.

"I don't have much time left, so listen closely; Tomorrow night, you must go to the highest tower in Hogwarts. Do you know where that is?"

"Yes, the astrology-tower," Harry replied quickly. Voldemort nodded.

"Correct. I will be waiting there with a friend of mine, a vampire, who will bite you then and there."

"Why there? Why can't you just come here?" Harry felt childish for always asking 'why', but since Voldemort never seemed to explain anything, he had to ask. Voldemort closed his eyes for a few seconds.

"Due to more than one reasons... People are watching over you down here, Harry. I might be powerful, but it would still be rather problematic to fight against all of the school's teachers. But the main reason is that the Astrology tower is the best place for you to be turned. Because as soon as we've turned you into a vampire, we plan to escape this dimension for a little while, so that you can recover. It's also the quickest and safest way for us to escape. It has something to do with the power from the stars that's affecting that tower. That's why the astrology tower is such a powerful portal. Almost like a portkey to our dimension."

"O-our dimension?" Harry stammered. Voldemort nodded.

"Yes... Vampires do not actually belong in this dimension. But most of us choose to live here anyway... for the thrill and for the feeling of being alive. And for the humans' blood. Don't worry, Harry," Voldemort whispered. "The vampire dimension is a pleasurable place."

Harry swallowed nervously but nodded none the less. Voldemort blinked emotionlessly.

"You will turn, Harry, and there's no going back after that. However, if you don't come to the tower in time... you will die." The serious look on Voldemort's face made Harry's heart skip a beat. "Do you realize how important it is that you're on time? The vampire blood in your body will kill you, unless it is activated in time, and while you've been sleeping for the past forty five hours, people have been watching over you like hawks. Tomorrow night is our last chance. Do you understand that?"

Harry nodded, and Voldemort's face softened a little.

"Good. I would've brought Nathanius with me tonight if I could, but since you're still in here, surrounded by protectors, it was too big of a risk, because I can't disguise myself and another person at once. He would without a doubt have been caught, since Dumbledore's currently looking for anything out of the ordinary. He's just waiting for me to show up, so that he can kill me." Voldemort smirked.

"Dumbledore... He's using me as bait, isn't he?" Harry could feel the anger bubble in his chest.

"He knows exactly why you stabbed yourself, Harry. Even though he won't tell anyone else, he knows that you didn't try to commit suicide. So he's prepared for what's to come." The red eyes softened even more, and Harry got the feeling that Voldemort wanted to reach out and touch him, just like Harry wanted to touch him. Stupid spell.

"Be careful. Dumbledore knows that tomorrow night is our last chance. He will definitely try to stop you. All I can do is wish you good luck," Voldemort said but suddenly gave a small groan of pain and backed away from Harry. "I have to leave now... Otherwise, someone might see me."

Harry nodded, feeling rather numb.

Kiss me...

"I understand." He felt oddly cold as he said it. As if he was prepared to do anything. Even die. "We'll..." Harry swallowed and forced the nervous nausea to go away. "We'll see each other soon... won't we?"

Voldemort stared at him for a few seconds, then he gave a small but genuine smile.

"I certainly hope so. Until then Harry."

And he dissapeared with a small 'poof'.

tbc.

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