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Watching Sorrow	By : shatteredstar21 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 19332 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter six

            It took them one month with Severus under imperius to bring Voldemort back to his physical self. Lucius cried that night, both in happiness and sorrow. His lord was back but he did not know his friend and lover; in fact he didn’t remember a lot of things; Lucius was so caught up in his emotions that he left the explanations to Harry. Harry told him about his years as a dark lord, his followers the death eaters, his horcruxes and his familiar Nagini. The last thing he told him about was that his other soul piece was in Albania carrying his up to date memories. About ten minutes later (after recovering from his shock) he was ordering Harry to take him there. Harry obeyed; He burst out laughing when they landed from his apparition. Apparently Tom wasn’t expecting an instantaneous trans-continental apparition. “How did you do that? What was the spell?” Tom gushed. Harry smiled up at the taller male. “It was a simple apparition.” This seemed to excite Tom more than the thought of a new spell. “How did you do it? Is it just a matter of power? Perhaps a mental exercise of some sort?” here Harry burst out into chuckles. “Tom, I am not human, no matter how human I may appear; so I have some abilities that no normal wizard could ever hope to gain.” Tom looked at him calculatingly then nodded. “You are one of my followers aren’t you?” Harry looked at him steadily; seeming to pierce him with his blazingly green eyes. “No, I am not, what I am is a potential ally.” Tom was still appraising as he looked over the smaller male; finally making a decision in his head he nodded shortly and turned away. “So how do we get me back together again?” he asked simply. Harry grinned boyishly and gestured with his hand. A large snake flew from the direction of the center of the forest. Nagini was shocked and started to hiss about upstarts that would pay when she was sidetracked by Tom. “Master?” she hissed confusedly. “You have a body again?” Tom told her about the diary and she happily led them to the spirit form of her master hissing happily about how overjoyed he would be.

            Tom Riddle walked behind the large snake that Harry had informed him was his familiar. He was staring covertly at Harry though; he knew that Harry had left something out of his explanations. He also knew that what he had been told was truthful… Lucius obviously cared for him in some way, and was beautiful. He could see why he took the man as his partner… and that was before he factored in that the man was rich influential and charismatic. He quickly turned his attention back to the boy in front of him; trying to figure out what he was. After a moment he had to admit that he didn’t have a clue, he appeared totally human. His attention was brought back to their journey when Harry suddenly stopped in front of a bluff. He turned to tom. “You should go alone from here, when you have assimilated yourself come back and I will take us back to Lucius’ place” here he paused and tossed Tom Voldemort’s wand. “If you have any trouble or need me shoot up gold sparks.” Tom looked at him again and nodded; he turned around and walked towards the bluff. He was interrupted by Harry and turned back. “And Tom, good luck.” With a nod he headed off to regain himself.

            It was a long wait for Harry; as he waited for the man to return he relived some of his memories. He relived when he first heard the name Voldemort, when he had first faced him at age eleven, the snake at twelve. He remembered finding out that his friends were really spies for Dumbledore. He remembered finding out that their parents were too. Harry, looking back at his memories, found that there were only two untainted memories in his entire lifetime. The first was when he had found out that Luna and Draco were still his friends and allies. And the second was when he had managed to go to their wedding in disguise… they hadn’t known he was there (shape morphing) but he had been so happy to see them bonded to each other. As he sat in the tree line he realized something else. He knew that Voldemort was one of his mates, but how would he convince the man to accept him. Harry couldn’t see any real reason for anyone to want him aside from his power… and he knew that that sort of bond would leave him even more broken than he was currently. Harry also knew that his second mate would not accept him; in the last lifetime they had been on the same side and he still hadn’t thought Harry to be good mate material. He remembered being laughed at when he had asked for a chance to woo him. His brown eyes had laughed at him as he released his mirth. The way he had realized that Harry wasn’t joking and had sat him down and said “Harry, you are a great friend and I am sure there is someone out there for you, but I am already in love with someone else; I proposed to her just last week. I was going to tell you today in fact. I’m getting married to Ginevra Weasley. So I am sorry, but I cannot accept you.” Neville had walked away, still chuckling every few minutes. And Harry had felt his heart shatter as the thread of their possibility was severed. At the time he had not known that Neville was his mate, only that he cared for him deeply. He had disappeared for a week after this revelation, he had been found just days before the final battle, Neville had died there; at Harry’s wand… he had been under imperius and had attacked him. After that Harry had had to admit something that he had tried desperately to deny for years. Nobody could love Harry Potter; they could crave his power, enjoy his humor or torment, but he wasn’t worthy of even the friendship types of love.

            He was brought out of his memories and despair by a movement from the bluff; raising his head he saw Voldemort striding toward him. Harry gave him a weak smile. “You are looking good, did I miss anything interesting?” Voldemort gave the young man in front of him a measuring stare. “Nothing very interesting. I retrieved myself and am now in one piece; though I would like to know how this came about; the largest bit of this I understand is that I just rejoined with the diary portion of my self and you can Apparate across continents and oceans without breathing heavy. And of course that you are not human.”

            Harry gave the beautiful man in front of him a tired smile. “I am Lord Chaostri, Lord of Life born into this world as Harry Potter.” Here he stopped tiredly and used his magic to simply create a dome of magic around himself that ate the curses being sent at him by Voldemort. He sighed as he continued. “The first thing that you need to be aware of is that the reason you tried to kill me is defunct.” He was happy to see that Voldemort stopped throwing hexes at him, but wished that it didn’t look like he was just plotting new ways to get through the bubble shield. “Tom, please, Lucius wouldn’t have let me take off with you if I was a threat.” Here Voldemort paused and then sneered; “how do you know that name?” here Harry simply sighed and simply dropped his shields. “I know all about you, unfortunately when you cast that killing curse at me I was given a rather impressive set of your pre- Hogwarts years. Look, if you want to kill me go ahead; at this point I don’t particularly care. I fulfilled my destiny here; and I know that things aren’t quite comfortable with me around.” Harry simply flopped himself to his side and stared up at the clouds. He was tired…. Tired of fighting in a world that didn’t want him; tired of fighting for a people who were unworthy and mostly tired of hoping for someone who could love him. He knew that if he were to convince Voldemort to love him it would be a waged, uphill battle. Plus, the likelihood of him winning against Lucius was ludicrous. He started laughing.

            Voldemort watched the man in front of him carefully when he dropped his shield. He was staring at the sky with what he had to admit were beautiful eyes, it took him a moment to realize that not all of that brightness was natural; the man was crying without sound or shame. But for all of that he truly seemed to have meant that he was ok with Voldemort killing him. Voldemort had a sudden remembrance of what the man had said when he had brought his young counterpart to him about being a potential ally. “What did you mean about being a potential ally?” he was surprised by the beauty of the smile on the young mans face when he asked that question. “I offer alliance Lord Voldemort, that my forces would join with yours for your aid in granting them what they need and deserve at the end of this war. I can provide for them during this war, but there are two issues. I need someone to care for my needs, and there is a high likelihood that in this war I will die early on; I would need someone to care for their needs like they were their children, though allow them to make their own decisions.” Voldemort looked at him; the man was wearing black robes and lying in the grass, he was obviously tired and he gave off a gentle wave of despair as he lay perfectly still. He hardly seemed the sort to have any kind of alliance with anybody. “Who and what do you offer in alliance?” the boy looked at him tiredly and then stood up quickly; completely disregarding the wand that was being held on him. “We need to go; Lucius will be getting worried, and if you are with him it will be easier to get rid of my body.” With a simple step forward he offered his arm and Voldemort instinctively grabbed it. Within a moment he discovered how right the boy was. Lucius came in and gave them a hug simultaneously before demanding to know where they had been. Swept up in memories Voldemort smiled at his lover; not noticing the wistful expression that crossed Harry’s face. Lucius turned towards Harry and raised a brow. “Well?” Harry gave him another of those earth shaking world-weary smiles. “Do not become too attached to my existence, my friend. Even if he chooses to accept my alliance, I have been rejected already by my first mate; the second is even more likely to do so than the first was. I doubt that I will survive to see the middle of this war much less the end.”

            Lucius looked at him worriedly. “If you die what will the goblins do? Will they be able to hold the alliances between my lord and the centaurs, unicorns, Veela and the vampires?” he pretended to worry only about the alliance but was truly worried about the boy in front of him. Harry smiled at him sweetly, forgetting about Tom, who was watching them carefully gathering all the information that he could. “Yes; I will make sure that it is known to be my last wish, they will hold sure on the matter. The werewolves though, we only got half of them; the others deny my existence… did you know Lucius that my kind are only legends.” Here Lucius looked at Harry with sad eyes and chuckled softly. “Though I maintain that you should approach your mate, you know don’t you Harry, that if there are no issues with my lord I will offer myself to help you until you make that last journey?” Harry gave him a soft smile, sliding down o the couch he was lying on. “My thanks my friend, but you have a beloved who is right there for you; I will not ruin such a beautiful thing for someone who has what I have always wanted.” He slid off into the arms of Morpheus then. Lucius looked ready to weep, and forgetting about his lord reached forward and gently swept Harry’s hair out of his face. “The last of your kind; gentlest of them all and you were rejected? I don’t think that I can understand how you continue.” He turned to see his lords appraising eyes upon him and did something that he would deny he did even under the cruciatus… he blushed.
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