Chapter 111

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He leaned back in his seat and watched as Voldemort briefed his death eaters on their plans for Hogwarts. He didn't miss the concerned glances he shot his way after every five seconds and reassured him with his eyes. He was exhausted, but he tried not to let it show. The pain rose and fell in waves. When it was at its peak, he wanted to rip his hair out and scream at the top of his lungs and when it was mild, he just wanted to curl up and weep. Right now, it was somewhere between mild and intense and he was fighting it with everything he had in him because they were so close now. He couldn't give up now. Dumbledore was finally going to pay for all his transgressions. Hogwarts was going to be theirs very soon.

It had taken him a lot of effort to get Voldemort to agree to their plan B but he personally hoped that it wouldn't come to that. He didn't want to lose to death…he wouldn't. And on top of everything, he couldn't stand being away from Voldemort for a minute, let alone months. This past few days, he'd grown completely dependent on him. He needed him all the time and grew restless when he wasn't in his sights. Voldemort took special care to ensure that he stayed with him twenty-four-seven. He fed him, held him when he slept, took care of his potions and pills. He took so much care of him that sometimes he felt like he was a burden on him despite Voldemort's assurances that he wasn't.

He closed his eyes and bit back a cry as the pain worsened. It was taking him everything he had in him to hold back a cry and stop his hands from reaching for his stomach by burying his nails in the leather arm rests of the chair. He felt Voldemort's hands cup his face,

"Do not hold it in, Harry…Please…Let it out…"

He buried his face in his chest and screamed. Voldemort wrapped his arms around him and held him to his chest,

"It shall be alright…You shall be fine…"

When the pain had lowered to some extent, he just held on to Voldemort and kept breathing in his scent to assure himself that he was alive. Voldemort stroked his hair and spoke softly,

"Do you wish to go home?"

He shook his head and leaned back in the seat,

"I'm fine."

Voldemort ran his fingers through his hair and cupped his cheek with the other hand,

"Are you sure?"

He nodded silently and Voldemort went back to the briefing like nothing had happened. He knew what Voldemort's death eaters thought of him. They despised him and loathed him and probably prayed for his death day and night. The only reason they couldn't kill him themselves or hurt him was because they still feared Voldemort. They couldn't even look at him the wrong way without ensuring Voldemort's wrath.

He was trying his best to pay attention to what Voldemort was saying but couldn't. The pain took most of his focus and he fought it with every particle of his being. He was actually glad that they had an appointment with Emanuel today. A brief reprieve from the pain would certainly do wonders for him.

When the briefing was over and Voldemort had dismissed his death eaters, he came to stand beside him and kissed his forehead,

"I've told you a hundred times not to hide your pain."

He laughed softly and rested his head against Voldemort's chest,

"I don't like appearing weak in front of your death eaters."

Voldemort stroked his hair,

"You are not weak. You are stronger than the entire lot of them."

He rolled his eyes,

"You only say that because you love me."

Voldemort laughed gently and kissed his neck,

"You are right. I do love you but you really are stronger than them."

He pulled away and Voldemort kissed his lips and ran his fingers through his hair,

"I would take all your pain upon myself if I could."

He kissed his lips back and murmured,

"I would never let you take it."

Voldemort gently pulled him to his feet and spoke,

"We have an appointment with Emanuel. I hope you did not forget that."

He pouted and shook his head,

"I don't wanna go."

Voldemort rubbed his nose against his and whispered,

"You know I know it when you lie."

He wrapped his arms around Voldemort's shoulders as he pulled him up into his arms,

"Ready to go?"

He nodded silently and buried his face in the crook of Voldemort's neck as they apparated.