Chapter 96

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It had been a week since their visit to that oncologist. It had been a week since they had been exploring every means to gain immortality and it was beginning to turn out that they were lesser than expected and none of them was viable enough. Deus had been missing ever since Voldemort had proposed to him that day and Harry was seriously beginning to worry that he had permanently returned to hell…not that he minded…it was good to be out of his vile company, but he knew that he had the locket and he wanted it back. He needed Deus to return, just once...After that, Deus could go wherever he wanted.

Harry coughed and rested his forehead on the desk. If Voldemort had his way, he would probably chain him up to the bed to stop him from ever leaving it but he couldn't stay in bed. He felt like he was being suffocated and he couldn't bear it. Umbridge cleared her throat and spoke,

"These require your signatures urgently."

Harry raised his head and grabbed the quill before signing the files. The door opened and Harry felt Voldemort's presence before he saw him and it caused him to smirk. Voldemort came to stand behind him and rested his hands on his shoulders. Umbridge had risen to her feet and was cowering in fear. Harry leaned back in his seat, tipped his head back and smiled up at Voldemort,

"Don't scare my assistant."

Voldemort bent down and pressed a kiss to his forehead,

"You are overexerting yourself."

Harry laughed and turned back to the papers,

"I'm just signing some papers. It's not overexertion."

He coughed again and Voldemort must have glared at Umbridge because she scurried out of his office, closing the door behind her. Voldemort came to stand in front of him and leaned back against the desk,

"Did you take your pills?"

Harry snickered,

"You gave them to me yourself an hour ago."

Voldemort pursed his lips and cupped his cheeks,

"You know I cannot stop worrying about you. You absolutely refuse to rest and insist on coming to the ministry."

Harry rose to his feet and drew closer to him,

"I told you I can't just sit idly. It makes me feel sick."

He stroked his cheek and a knock on the door interrupted them. Harry spoke,

"Come in."

Harry couldn't help but grin when he saw who it was,

"Deus! You're back. I'm so happy to see you."

Deus smiled shyly and ducked his head. Harry knew that he was only maintaining that persona for Voldemort and spoke,

"Lover, Deus and I have some catching up to do."

Voldemort ran his fingers through his hair and kissed him,

"There is a meeting with the vampire delegation in an hour."

Harry snorted and couldn't hold back his mischievous grin,

"Yeah, I know. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

When Voldemort was gone, Deus dropped the innocent persona and a malicious grin lit up his features,

"You two are incredibly hot together…a ten-course meal in my words…"

Harry coughed and covered his mouth with his hand. When he managed to get his breathing back to normal, he ground out,

"Where's the locket, Deus?"

Deus settled down in a chair,

"What locket?"

Harry closed his eyes and leaned back against the desk,

"Don't play games with me, Deus. I was wearing it that day I passed out in the club and you took me to the hospital. There was no else there, so I know that you have it."

Deus was silent for a while and then spoke,

"You mean this locket?"

Harry opened his eyes and saw it resting on the palm of his hand. He moved to grab it when Deus closed his hand and pulled it away,

"You seem very desperate for it. What's so special about it?"

Harry felt irritated. He couldn't tell Deus what it was,

"I spent a very large amount on it and its mine, so I don't need a bloody reason to have it back."

Deus laughed, and Harry growled,

"Give it back. Why'd you take it off me anyway?"

Harry bent over as his cough worsened. Deus was forcing him down into a chair immediately and slid the locket around his neck,

"Here, it's yours. Just relax."

Harry rested his forehead against the desk and clutched his stomach as he tried to regulate his breathing and get over the searing pain. Deus rubbed his back and whispered gently,

"Relax, Mon Ravissement."

When Harry felt normal again, or as normal as he could feel, he straightened up and ran his fingers over the locket, feeling that tiny heartbeat inside it. They'd collected all of Voldemort's horcruxes from their hiding places except the diadem and the diary. The diadem was in Hogwarts and he had destroyed the diary in his second year. He still felt utterly guilty about it but Voldemort had told him a million times that it wasn't his fault. He couldn't help but grin when he remembered the way Voldemort had tortured Lucius to punish him for being careless with the diary. Deus's voice pulled him out of his thought,

"I had to take it off because they needed to run some scans on you."

Harry nodded. He remembered that Voldemort had taken off his ring too when they had visited the oncologist last week,

"Where have you been?"

Deus rested his hand on his shoulder and spoke,

"Had some matters to attend to. Did you miss me?"

Harry leaned back in his seat and smirked,

"Yeah, I missed you."

Deus settled down the desk and Harry spoke,

"I lost my magic."

Deus smiled sadly, and the expression just looked a bit out of place on him. He took his hand and inquired softly,

"Are you alright with that?"

Harry nodded and ran his fingers through his hair,

"It doesn't matter."

Deus rested his elbows on the desk and leaned back on them,

"I could teach you some things."

Harry instantly straightened up,

"What things?"

Deus smirked and spoke,

"My kind of magic."

Harry eyed him suspiciously,

"But you want me to die. Why would you bother to teach me that if I only have a few days to live?"

Deus laughed heartily,

"Let's say that I revisited some of my decisions. I enjoy seeing you happy. Call it personal attachment or whatever else but I adore your relationship with your lover, Mon Ravissement, and I want to see it flourish."

Harry frowned at him and spoke,

"I'm not willing to believe that you had a sudden change of heart, Deus, especially since you're a demon and you don't have a bloody heart."

Deus pouted and spoke in a mock hurt voice,

"That is harsh, Harry. But you're right. You shouldn't trust me. Just think of it this way. You've got nothing to lose by learning what I'm willing to teach you, right? In fact, you have everything to gain."

Harry rubbed his chin before holding out his hand,

"I don't know, Deus. I just hope this isn't another game because I'm in no condition for one."

Deus took his hand and kissed his knuckles,

"Mon Ravissement, I'm not asking you to trust me. I'm just asking you to take advantage of my skills while I'm here."