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Journey to Somewhere	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7081 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

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In my veins
A/N - Inspired by “In My Veins” by Andrew Belle and “Statues” by Alexandre Desplat (Deathly Hallows Soundtrack)

Djaddict - This is another interluede before the storm. the next two chapters are very dark, you have been warned to prepare to hate Dumbles more than any version of Voldemort in any story I have read in the books or on AFF, after that... REVENGE MUHAHAHA

CDGaymer- The toad does not figure in here… Not important to the story… but I hope you read on.

Harry walked the stone halls looking for the one room that would help him get what he needed. Once he found what he needed, he opened the door and waited for Draco. He looked in the darkness of the room and looked at the trinkets and items in the room. He picked up a few items and put them down. So many things in here, one book was particularly interesting to him. Advanced Potions. Harry flipped through it and smiled thinking how his father would like the ingenuity of the author of the notes in the book. It wasn’t what he was here for, but he could make use of it. Interesting that the student who owned it called himself the Half-blood prince. Harry smiled to himself, the only prince he knew was his own personal Dark prince.

He heard the door open softly and went to greet Draco. Draco showed him the Vanishing Cabinet and instructed him on how it would work. Harry smiled, this was perfect. Harry discussed the details and what the Headmaster currently had him doing. He would let Draco know the right time and would have Voldemort signal the others.

“I know what my father told me about what happened to him and Uncle Severus, but I’m curious.” Draco started, wondering if asking Harry about Voldemort was good or bad so he hesitated.

Harry looked up at Draco and just quirked an eyebrow then asked “About what?”

Draco shifted nervously, “nevermind.” He couldn’t do it. He was confused, so much of what he had been told growing up was what his father taught him about bloodlines and such, only briefly had his father mentioned the Dark Lord and it was with fear.

Harry saw the nervousness in his brother and put a calming hand on the blond’s shoulder.
“Ask whatever it is.”

Draco took a deep breath and nodded, “How did you meet.. No.. I mean.. Well, you and Voldemort, what happened?”

Harry smiled, “That’s it? That’s my favorite story to hear. But he tells it so much better than I could. When he came that day, you know the one where everyone thinks I killed him and survived the killing curse?”
Draco nodded and listened intently as Harry continued.
“Well, he did come to kill me, but he didn’t try. I mean, see I told you I was pants at this. Well he killed who he thought was my mum and dad, only he saw into her mind and found out they weren’t my parents. He was disgusted and killed Lily, but when he looked at me, he couldn’t.” Harry smiled then,”We connected somehow that day, and through that connection part of him became a part of me. He said he gave everything up to me that day. I have been trying to get to him and be with him since I met him in my first year. There is just something about him that feels right.”

Draco stared at Harry then, “So you were with him as a kid?”

“Not in that sense. I felt drawn to him, needed him even. It was a comfort and truth that I sought from him. But he is more than that to me, I feel us grow each time I am with him, it's much more now than it ever was. I love him, don’t say anything because I have not told him yet.” Harry said adamantly.

“I won’t. I just, well with what I heard about him, It was kind of scary really.” Draco said quietly.

“In that night, he confessed everything, and in that night somehow someway he changed. He changed for me. He is mine now, and no one can judge his past but me, unless they want to deal with me.” Harry said eyes filled with fire.

“No, worries Harry, just curious is all.” Draco placated.

“In some way, whatever the Headmaster did to bind us, worked against the old man’s plans. That binding is what allowed that day to happen. I feel him in me, that day, the evil that was in him changed. I am now sure how, but I did that. He is still himself, but I gave him what he did not have in his life. Emotions beyond the dark, a balance if you would. He gave those back to me when I needed it the most.” Harry continued a little less intense than before.

Harry nodded and patted Draco’s shoulder and moved toward the door. They both left separately to their dorms. Unfortunately Harry had “lessons” with the headmaster. Tonight was tougher than normal to deal with the old man. Keeping his cool this evening was harder due to the topic of discussion… His parents ‘love’ and how the Dark Lord could never understand that power.

“Sir, I have a question.” Harry asked, trying to look as innocent and trusting as possible.

“Yes, Harry what is it?” Dumbledore looked like he was trying hard not to patronize.

“If love is so all powerful and everything, how come you don't have a love of your own?” Harry asked.

Dumbledore blinked, and looked stunned for a very long moment then something icy passed over the once twinkling eyes.

“I might remind you Harry, I have lived a very long time, and have had much love in my life. It survives even after betrayal and drives the penance of this world.” There was history hidden in that statement, Harry could feel it.

Harry learned that night that there is two faces to love, the inherently good kind and the love turned obsession that is evil. Harry may have anger and darkness. Voldemort may never have experienced love until now, but Albus was rotted away with an obsessive love. There was something more to the old man’s plans than just getting rid of the Dark Lord, something more urgent Harry could feel it. Albus was consumed with something darker and more malevolent.

Defending Voldemort to Draco made Harry think. As he walked down the heavy dark corridors. Harry thought about what the Dark Lord was to him now. Voldemort was his lover, his friend and his home. He felt it when they were together. There was nothing evil or wrong about the love he felt for the man. Before he had met Harry, evil flowed in the man’s veins, there was no remorse. Voldemort had shared that with Harry, he shared his hollow and dark memories. He shared his past vision of the world, his excessive and eccentric ways. The pull to the dark arts was to fill a void that he felt.

Everything changed that day. Harry could feel who the man was now, compared to the stories he had heard. He knew some were lies, but not the majority. It wasn’t the world’s to judge. Voldemort was his on a level that he could not explain. It may have been magic that bound them, but the bond was elemental. Harry could not feel how deep they ran in each other’s veins, because it was immeasurable. The man was tattooed onto his soul and Harry was not complaining. Nobody is perfect, everyone needs forgiveness. He would be that, stand between the world’s condemnation and his love.

Harry hadn't really told the man yet, but he loved him. He could feel no evil in it. He had a good obsession though. He was obsessed with the way the man tasted, the way he smelled, that was his obsession. Harry wanted to do more, to learn more and find new heights to their desire. Though he knew somethings would have to wait. Their love was building slowly and definitely not the rotting festering obsession that permeated the headmaster.

Harry passed Professor Trelawney in the hall and nodded to the odd lady. She turned to him, “Harry dear… Poor dear, your aura is so dim… I feel…” She shuddered and stumbled, Harry stretched a hand to keep her from tripping. Harry was pushed back immediately by the force of visions he got off her. He turned and ran towards the dungeons stomach rebelling at the scenes that played in his head.
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