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Loving Someone Doesn\'t Make You Weak	By : IsysSkeeter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 18028 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Pairings in this chapter: LV/HP

Warnings in this chapter: slash, mentions of depression, mentions of lemons

Nr words in this chapter: 2,380

"Talking"

'Thinking'

–Parseltongue–

Chapter I

– Innocent–

Harry awoke with a start and he opened his eyes, looking around. Where was he?

The bed was cold and…

Harry eyes widened, remembering what he had done when the clock turned midnight. Sitting, Harry bit back a whimper. His lower back was screaming.

'Maybe you should stay lying down while I call mother?'

Harry looked at Oakes, knowing that his offer had merits. Finally, he nodded and laid down again on the bed. Not long after, there was a knock on the door and Merope Riddle entered. She looked at Harry and smiled. She had brought a cup with some warm liquid inside, approached and helped Harry sit, and gave him the potion. Then she pointed to her necklace.

"Oakes said that you needed a pain reliever potion."

Harry nodded, sitting himself better.

"Vold…"

"He had to leave, but he promised to be in time for your party."

Harry nodded, looking at the cup that he was cradling on his hands.

–Hatchling.– Harry looked up into grey eyes. –Tommy doesn't take lovers to his bedroom; you are the first. If he does have sex, it's a one night thing and never on his bedroom and he never sleeps with them.–

Harry eyes widened. So maybe Voldemort wanted more than just one night stand… Wait, Voldemort had other lovers?

Harry snapped himself. Of course Voldemort had taken others lovers, did he really expected the man to be virgin like he was?

Harry could have swore that he had heard Oakes chuckle.

–LSDMYW–

"I don't want her here!" Harry almost screamed. No, he hadn't just slammed with his foot on the ground and whine. Most certainly not. He was seventeen; seventeen year old boys don't do that.

Voldemort merely raised a hairless eyebrow at the teen.

"And why would you not want her here? And why should I care?"

Harry felt his heart being stabbed, but he held his ground. He would not let Bellatrix, 'That BITCH', walking around in his house as if she owned the place and slutting after his Voldemort.

Harry heard Oakes chuckle. 'So he's yours now?'

'Now it's not the best time.' He groaned back, before answering his… lover? "Because she wants to open her legs to you and be your wife. She doesn't even care about your damn taking over the world thing, she's way over her place. She's…" but he was stopped with a kiss.

"And don't you want to open your legs to me?"

Harry blushed. "It's not about me, that…" but he was stopped by another kiss. Harry glared at the older while he was kissed lightly.

"If you bent over my desk, I might take into account your case and forbid Bella from coming to this house outside the meetings." The man said sitting again by the desk.

Harry looked at the mentioned desk, blushing, but he was a Gryffindor for some reason.

"Only if you keep your word and she doesn't came near you alone again." When the man raised an eyebrow, he added. "Even if that person is Nagini."

Voldemort petted his lap, but Harry held his ground. It wouldn't do to go and then Voldemort decide to not keep his part of the deal. Voldemort smirked.

"I swear that if you came here right now and bent over this desk for me, I'll make sure that Bellatrix Lestrange won't enter this house unless for meetings and that she won't stay alone with me ever again."

Harry approached at once, quite eagerly for his part of the deal.

–LSDMYW–

–Harry looks happy.–

Voldemort looked up from his paperwork on his desk to his mother. She was by the door, looking at him with a dreamy look on her face.

–I expelled Bellatrix from the house at his request.–

–Good, I didn't like her either.– Voldemort saw her normally easy going look shift into a frown. –She thinks she owns this house, and not only thinks, but she acts like it. So unlike your innocent Harry. The other day she snarled at Harry when she found out that he was sleeping in your bedroom now. And she knew that I was listening.–

Voldemort quirked an eyebrow. It would not do to have a minion who thought herself better than his mother. –I'll talk with her.–

Voldemort went back to his paperwork, but both his mother eyes looking at him made him sigh and he looked up to his mother. –Anything else?–

–He loves you.–

Voldemort frowned. Where was she going with this?

–I know. He said it on our first time.–

–And you?–

–What about me mother?– Voldemort was liking this conversation less and less by the minute.

–Did you say it back?–

Voldemort rolled his eyes and went back to his paperwork. –Spare me the sentimentalism talk, mother.–

"He's not like me. He doesn't understand what a person feels if not told straight. He grew up without love and thinks that you only want him for the sex. From what I'm seeing now, I can understand why." And she turned leaving.

Voldemort looked up to the place where his mother was. He had felt the stab that Harry felt when they talked a few hours ago. Maybe he really should show the boy…

He stood and approached the window looking outside. It had been a month since he taken the boy into his bedroom, he should've had know by now what Voldemort felt for him… otherwise why would he keep opening himself to the older man?

–Tom.– Voldemort looked back to his friend entering his office. –Thinking too loudly.–

Voldemort snorted at his friend's way of telling him to tell her what he was thinking, but let her warp herself around his torso and lay her head on his shoulder.

–Mother said that the boy is uncertain about the real reasons behind why I took him as my lover.–

–Hatcher always said you two would make a good couple.–

Voldemort smirked. –Yes she did.–

–Maybe you should court him? When a snake wants to court another, he shows her his appreciation by giving her gifts, like food or making her a cave for the hatchlings and…–

Voldemort chocked. –Got the idea, thanks. But take the hatchlings out of the idea. I am no father.–

Voldemort could have sworn that he heard Nagini laugh. He looked out of the window; it was a sunny day and there wasn't any wind, it would be a great day to be outdoors. Harry probably would have liked it.

He smirked, knowing what to do, then turned and left the room.

–LSDMYW–

Harry looked up from the stove when he heard the kitchen door open, frowning. No one except him came to the kitchen. When he saw who was by the door, his eyes widened.

Voldemort approached looking around without really carrying and then to the frying pan that Harry was using to make some pancakes.

Suddenly remembering his pancakes Harry turned around to save the food from burning.

"We have house-elves you know?"

"I like to cook. It was one of the chores that the Dursley made me do that I actually liked." Voldemort nodded sitting on a chair by a table, watching him. Harry blushed. "Want some?"

"Are they any good?" Harry sent a murderous look at his lover. Voldemort smirked. "If you share a fork with me, I might want some."

Harry nodded, turning back to the stove.

"What was the other one?" Harry frowned looking at Voldemort at the corner of his eyes. "You said cooking was one of the things you liked to do."

"Oh… gardening."

Voldemort didn't answer. Harry could see him thinking while he watched Harry cook. Finally, he put the pancakes on the plate and approached the man by the table. When he made his way to a chair, the other man pointed to his own lap.

"What do you have between me and your lap?"

"It's easier to share a fork when you are sitting on my lap, I can feed and hug you this way."

Harry blushed but sat on the man's lap, putting the plate on the table. Voldemort picked the fork and started feeding Harry.

"We'll go outside when we'll finish with these pancakes." Harry turned his head to look at the man that had just taken a bite of the pancakes and Harry could see in the man' eyes that he enjoyed the flavor. "You must miss being outdoors, I suppose."

"You said I couldn't leave the house for my own safety."

"If you don't want to visit the backyard…"

"No, no. That's not what I meant. I would love to go outside and…" Harry stopped, noticing the man's smirk. Groaning, he turned, putting his back against the man chest and folding his arms on his chest. "You were manipulating me, weren't you?"

"You're too easy to tease. But yes, we will go to the backyard. I suppose that you can adjust it to fit to your… love for gardening."

Harry noticed the man reluctance on the word love and couldn't help the smile, taking the fork with a pancake back into his mouth willingly.

–LSDMYW–

"Dumbledore?"

The old man looked at the man by the table. He looked dead on his feet. Sirius Black hadn't been the same since Harry had disappeared that fateful night that Cedric Diggory had died and Voldemort risen.

"Yes Sirius. What may I do for you?"

"Is he still alive?"

Dumbledore sighed. "From what I found out, he is alive."

Sirius nodded, looking down at his hands at the table.

"You do know that if he's not in the dungeons he probably was brainwashed into their ranks."

Sirius nodded. "But he will still be alive and well."

Dumbledore sighed again, he himself wished that the boy was alright. Turning, he left Grimmauld Place, not noticing the look on the last Black heir face.

Sirius looked up from his hands to the kitchen door where Dumbledore had just left.

"Kreacher!" a hideous creature appeared in front of his master.

"What can Kreacher do for his master? Blood traitor, if my mistress knew…"

"Fetch me some parchment, pen and ink."

The house-elf obeyed, making the required objects appear on the table. Sirius immediately wrote a letter. When he finished, he rolled the parchment and handed it to Kreacher.

"Give it to Harry. Make sure that when he gets it he is alone."

The house-elf nodded picking the parchment and plopped out.

–LSDMYW–

Harry smiled while he looked around the backyard. It was good to be outdoors for a change. It was been two years since he was locked in this house.

Approaching the place he had chosen with Voldemort for him to do his garden, he kneeled and started to prepare the soil.

Crack.

Harry looked up and saw a house-elf that he didn't recognize appear before him. The creature looked at Harry, sneering and then around.

"Harry Potter?" when Harry nodded, the house-elf looked around again and then gave Harry a parchment that he had in his hand. "Master Sirius Black, blood traitor, told Kreacher to give this to Harry Potter, yes he did, but only if Harry Potter was alone, yes he did, and that's what Kreacher is doing, yes he is."

"Thank you Kreacher." The house-elf eyes widened and Harry picked the parchment after cleaning his hands on his jeans.

'Harry…'

Harry ignored Oakes and opened the parchment, not noticing the man coming his way.

Harry

I hope this letter find you well, even if that mean in the dark lord hands.

Dumbledore forbade me from running after Voldemort when you disappeared; I've been locked at my old house for the past two years. The old man is doing all he can to find you, but after two years no one has any expectations.

Today, when Dumbledore came over to the meeting, (Order of the Phoenix meeting) I asked if he had news about you. He told me that he knew that you were alive so I decided to try to send you the house-elf. Nasty things, house-elves, they can enter any house with any ward on it.

I miss you Harry. I know that I barely knew you but if you can send me a letter back. I want for you to know that you are not alone.

Your godfather

Padfoot

The parchment was taken from his hands.

"Hey…" Harry looked up in time to see Voldemort reading the parchment. "That's mine."

The man bared him a look and then went back to the parchment. "I know."

Harry stood and tried to take the parchment back. The keyword was tried. The older merely put it too high for him to catch and continued reading it.

Harry pouted and crossed his arms on his chest waiting for the man to finish. Finally he looked down to Harry, folding the parchment.

"I don't want you talking with those people." He said, turning around and starting to leave.

"He's my godfather. The only attachment I still have with my parents and the only one who tried to contact me." Harry said with a small voice, but Voldemort heard him.

He stopped and turned, looking at Harry angrily.

"And where was he the last two years? Where was he when, in the beginning, you locked yourself in your old room and refused to talk with anyone? Where was he when all your friends abandoned you? Who was the one who was there for you all this time? Who was it that didn't leave you alone all this time? Who was that had to hear to your complains about this war? About not being able to leave this house? About the person that you love not caring about you? Who was it that propped your tears when you cried? Who was that was there for you when you needed? To cry, to fight, to…" A tear left Harry's eye and Voldemort approached at once, cleaning it. "No, don't cry."

"I'm sorry."

"How many times that I have to tell you to not ask forgiveness for crying?"

"I'm sorry." Harry approached and hugged the man, kissing him and closing his eyes, and then laid his head on the man's neck. "I won't answer his letter."

Oakes sneered at Voldemort who won a smirk at the corner of his mouth. Harry was so innocent that he had just been manipulated.

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