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The flashes and bangs accompanied by the distant noise of the battle reached him, but he felt so utterly weak. He wanted to be a part of it. He wanted to be at Voldemort's side, but he understood that in his current state, he would have only hindered him. He shivered uncontrollably, and Deus stroked his hair gently,
He fisted the covers and clenched his eyes shut as the pain peaked. A choked cry escaped his lips and Deus patted him on the cheek and whispered gently,
"It's going to be fine. Just a bit more…Harry, hang on…just a bit more…"
He tried to regulate his breathing and Deus attempted to help him with his magic but it wasn't working…it just wasn't working. He felt like he was tethering on the edge and just about to fall over the edge and into death's waiting arms. No…He had to be strong. Voldemort was out there fighting for him. He owed him this. He struggled to breathe and managed to get some oxygen into his aching lungs. He opened his eyes and saw the way Deus visibly relaxed,
"You're going to be fine."
He nodded and took in his dank surroundings. The shrieking shack hadn't been his choice. Voldemort was out there trying to infiltrate the castle with his death eaters and allies. He wanted to be there. He wanted him in his sights so that his heart would be satisfied that he was safe. They must have infiltrated the castle by now. They should have broken past Hogwarts defences by now. He hated each and every person that was siding with Dumbledore. Why couldn't they understand what a monster he was. Why couldn't they see past that mask? He was a bloody wolf in sheep's clothing. What if he hurt Voldemort in some way? Deus pulled the covers over up until his neck and assured him,
He closed his eyes and shook his head,
"I'm scared… I'm really scared…"
Deus leaned over him and ran his hand through his hair,
"You need to be strong for him."
He nodded silently and listened to the sounds coming from Hogwarts' direction. Every bang…every explosion forced his breath to stutter and his heart to stop beating. Deus kept whispering reassurances to him through it all. When the noises started dying down, Harry felt like he would pass out any second from the tension that was clutching his soul.
When Voldemort finally appeared in the room, Harry couldn't help it. He jumped to his feet and fell into his arms. He buried his face in his chest and just focused on feeling his warmth as he sobbed ceaselessly. Voldemort held him up and took him back to the bed,
He shook his head and clung to him. Voldemort smelled like smoke and blood but that did nothing to deter him. Voldemort pressed a kiss to his head and spoke gently,
"Ssshhh…Love…I'm here now."
He buried his face deeper into his chest, hoping to disappear inside of him. Voldemort ran his fingers through his hair and pulled him away from his chest gently. Deus handed him a glass of water and he held it to his lips,
He noticed the blood staining Voldemort's hand and his gaze shot up to his face. The left side of his face was coated in blood. Voldemort cupped his face gently and spoke,
"It is not mine…Drink…"
He drank the water down slowly and Voldemort vanished the glass before pulling him back to his chest. He couldn't help but cry,
"I was so terrified."
Voldemort only held him tighter,
"Is your faith in me really that weak?"
Harry closed his eyes and spoke softly,
"I love you…I love you so much…"
Voldemort rubbed his back gently and spoke,
"I love you too…Now, relax."
He relaxed against him and Voldemort held his wand to his throat and spoke,
"'You have fought valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery. Yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste. Lord Voldemort is merciful. I command my forces to retreat, immediately. You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured. I speak now, Albus Dumbledore, directly to you. You have permitted your minions to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences and this time I shall not rest until every single one of your follower is dead. Sacrifice yourself for the greater good, Dumbledore…Save your followers and give yourself up…One hour…"
Voldemort put away his wand and Harry couldn't help but ask,
"He won't give himself up."
Voldemort cupped his cheek and spoke gently,
"If he does not then I shall hunt him down and have him at your feet before the night is up. In any case, we shall be the ones to emerge victorious."
He closed his eyes and pressed a kiss to Voldemort's chest,
"We're meant to be together for eternity… We'll be together for eternity."
Voldemort stroked his hair soothingly and murmured,
"Indeed. When the sun rises tomorrow, it will mark the beginning of a new life for us."
He nestled his head in the crook of Voldemort's neck,
"So, are we going to the forbidden forest now?"
"Yes, we are."