Better Than Cookies {COMPLETE}

A/N: This chapter has a little unplanned f/f. It just kinda happened while I was writing so I went with it. A few odd things happen in this chapter, some planned and others not so much, but it all works toward the ending I have in mind so, bear with me. I hope you can all make it through without getting too confused. *smile* Enjoy!

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“He’s dying!”

The voice seemed to echo around the large throne room, hanging in the air far longer than was possible.

Voldemort felt something snap. In a burst of motion, he leapt forward to retrieve Harry’s limp body from Hermione’s shaking arms. He ignored her sob and spun away to look down into his mate's face. The boy was unbelievably pale. For a moment it felt like the cold figure had already left the world of the living. Then, Harry’s eyes flew open, wide and unseeing. The emerald orbs stared past Voldemort’s face at the high stone ceiling as if it were a wonderful thing.

“I see the stars,” Harry whispered with a heartbreaking smile.

“My Lord!”

Voldemort jerked his head to the side to see Severus running toward them, robes flying out behind him. In his hands were two glass vials. Upon reaching them, he immediately tipped the one holding a blue liquid into Harry’s mouth.

“What is that? What is wrong with him?” Searching his mates face, Voldemort nearly growled the questions to his potions master.

“I believe he has been without you for too long. His life is slipping away. I am sorry, My Lord.” Severus ducked his head.

“Do not say you are sorry! Do not! You speak as if he is already gone. I don’t want your pity! I want you to tell me how to fix this.” Voldemort’s eyes flashed from red to green and back.

Severus shook his head. “He needs a token. Something of you. In his current state, to complete the bond would mean death.” The potions master stared hard at Harry, obviously searching his mind. “Try touching his bare skin.”

Voldemort stared at him for only a second before he raised a hand a placed it on the side of Harry’s face. Instantly, the shaking stopped.

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It was cold. So cold. Harry could hear the voices around him, but his mind and body were numb. Even his emotions were numb. Rather than fear at the unknown surroundings, he felt only the cold. Through the frigid, internal winter he felt a brush of warmth. He struggled to move toward it, but his body wouldn’t obey. Above him was a blanket of darkness broken up by a scattering of bright spots. He felt his lips move but the words made no sense to his ears.

Suddenly, the darkness fell away. Something warm and solid pressed against his cheek, clearing away the cold and leaving an almost burning heat. Heart racing, he opened his mouth and moaned. The voice closest to him mumbled something intelligible and the warmth moved from his check to his chest.

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Voldemort watched the boy in his lap for signs of life. He received a loud moan the moment his hand slid beneath the cotton of Harry’s shirt. The boy arched up into the touch setting off instinctual urges in him. Voldemort shifted uncomfortably, a bulge quickly growing in his pants. It only hardened when Harry let out a soft gasp. All arousal vanished seconds later when a tear slid from the corner of one of Harry’s eyes.

“No,” the boy whimpered and tried to move away.

“What is this?” Voldemort looked up at Severus angrily. “You said he needed this!”

Severus frowned down at Harry. “I can only assume the obliviate is confusing the bond. His soul and mind are fighting each other.” He stepped forward, uncorking the other bottle. “I had feared this would happen. This should help.” He made to pour it into Harry’s mouth.

Voldemort’s hand wrapped around his wrist, stopping the action. “What is it?”

Severus sighed and stood up straight. “The first was to prevent the veil from falling closed behind him. In the case of his death, we would be able to go after him.” Severus paused long enough to get the Dark Lord’s nod of understanding. “This is to make him open to suggestion.”

Voldemort scowled. “In essence, it takes away his free will.” At Severus curt nod, he stood with the boy in his arms. “I will take my chances.”

“My Lord.” Severus stepped between him and the door. “Any trauma will send him into shock.” With that said, he stepped aside.

Voldemort walked past him without a backwards glance, slamming out of the throne room and disappearing down the hall in the direction of his bedchamber.

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Hermione watched the Dark Lord in awe. She had heard of the changes in his behavior, but until she saw his actions toward Harry she hadn’t believed. She watched the Dark Lord stalk from the throne room in stunned amazement. After the doors closed behind him, she turned to the other inhabitants of the room. Three wands instantly fixed on her.

“What are your intentions, Ms. Granger?” Lucius Malfoy studied her through narrowed eyes. His silver gaze took in her rumpled clothes and the bruises on her arms before returning to her face.

Hermione raised her chin and met his gaze. “My intentions are to watch over Harry.”

“Yes, of course.” Lucius’ voice was a touch less snide than before as he obviously noticed the dark circles under her eyes. “My question was not about your intentions toward Mr. Potter, however. I was referring to your obvious knowledge of the facility and what you will do with it. On that topic, how did you come to gain knowledge of the manor wards?” He frowned slightly, beginning to walk in a slow circle around her. “It is impossible without inside information. So, tell me, who is your informant?”

Hermione simply stared at him, mouth firmly shut.

“Tell me,” he hissed dangerously. “It is not just the lives of the Deatheaters in danger, now. Harry is present and I will not have him endangered.” His wand flew from an inner pocket, the end at her throat before she could reach for her own wand. “You will tell me.”

“I gave it to her.” Bellatrix Lestrange stepped forward to stand between the two of them, her shoulder shoving the wand out of position to strike.

Lucius eyes widened. “You?” His eyes dropped to where Hermione’s hand was firmly grasped in Bella’s. “Ah.” He looked back and forth between them.

“Yes.” Bellatrix glanced at Hermione and gave her a small smirk.

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Voldemort placed Harry in the center of his bed careful not to jar him. The boy moaned pitifully, putting up a halfhearted fight when the Dark Lord settled next to him.

“Harry.” Voldemort frowned as Harry shook his head. “Harry, listen to me. I will not harm you.”

Harry fell silent and his eyes opened. The green orbs fixed on the ceiling for a moment before dropping to meet his. It was obvious from the blank expression, Harry did not know him. After a few beats, the dazed look began to drift away and panic took over. Harry began to inch away.

“Lay still.” The command was met by Harry rolling away. “Harry.” Voldemort reached out and grabbed the back of the boy’s shirt before he could tumble off the bed. “Be calm.”

Harry shook his head and struggled forward toward the edge of the bed. “Let me go.” Realizing he couldn’t escape, Harry began to tear at the front of his shirt. Seconds later, the buttons came free and he slid out the shirt, crashing to the floor.

Voldemort cursed under his breath and leapt off the other side of the bed. He rounded the large bed to find Harry huddled up against the side of the dresser, fear obvious in his wide eyes. “Harry, I’m not going to hurt you.” Voldemort watched disbelief and panic cross Harry’s face before the boy erupted into movement. Even with fear driving him, Harry was easily caught by the Dark Lord after only a few feet.

Harry continued to struggle uselessly, reaching out for the door. “Let me go! Let me go!” Harry continued to shriek over and over as Voldemort pinned him to the floor and pulled out his wand.

“Please don’t hate me.” The whispered words passed the Dark Lord’s lips moments before he stunned the struggling boy.

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Harry lay warm and limp beneath him. Voldemort clenched his jaw and finished removing the last of Harry’s clothing. For a moment, the wealth of uncovered skin almost made him forget the unconscious state of his bonded. The Dark Lord caressed every inch of bare flesh, forcing himself to ignore Harry’s lack of movement. The very thought of taking advantage of his smaller mate made him nearly ill, but necessity forced him on.

Finally, he prepared the unconscious teen and lay between the smooth thighs. His eyes focused on Harry’s face and he growled low in his throat. “No! It will not be like this.” He rolled to the side and pulled Harry’s form against his chest. “Harry.” Voldemort inhaled the scent of his mates hair and fell into a fitful sleep.

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The spy crept down the hall to pause outside Voldemort’s bedchamber. Casting a long serious of spells, they were able to see through the door. They stepped back in surprise at the scene on the bed. The Dark Lord cradled Harry Potter as if he were something infinitely precious as they both slept. The spy muttered under their breath and the scene vanished, replaced by a solid door once more. After looking both ways, they moved down the hall in the direction if the throne room.

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Hermione wrapped her legs around Bella’s waist and nibbled the offered lower lip. She smiled at the moan it drew from her lover. A moment later her mouth fell open to release a loud groan. Bella’s hand slipped between her legs further, shoving aside her underwear to get at the wetness beneath. Hermione arched into the first few strokes to her wet cunt.

“Bella,” Hermione groaned, tangling her hands in Bellatrix’s thick hair. “More,” she whispered against the side of her neck, the sweet scent of Bella’s hair joining the heady scent of their wet cunts.

Bella pulled her head back to look at Hermione’s face. She slowly slid two fingers into the wet tightness and smirked at Hermione’s expression of rapture. “Do you like that?” Bella licked the pulse beating franticly at the base of the teens neck. She heard Hermione whimper something and smiled.

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The spy watched the two women from the shadows, a dark expression on their face. When the cries of both women were loud enough to drown out any sound they may make, the spy moved toward them. Pulling out their wand, the spy stunned Bellatrix Lestrange and Hermione Granger. The later received a disgusted glare before she was levitated from the room behind the spy.

Moving quickly now, the spy nearly ran down the hall to Voldemort’s bedchamber. They popped open the door with a long string of Latin. Sparing only a moment to give the scene a sneer, the spy pulled Harry from the Dark Lord’s arms and floated the boy across the room toward the door. They pulled the door closed behind them and levitated both students down the hall toward the apparition point. With a smirk, the spy left the grounds with both students.

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The veil at the Department of Mysteries paused. Not for long, but it happened. Luckily, no one saw it. If they had, they may have wondered who had passed through the veil into the world of the living.

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Hermione and Harry hit the floor of 12 Grimauld Place hard. Hermione opened her eyes and squinted up at the person who towered over her. She blinked to clear her vision and her eyes widened. “You!” Her angry rant was cut off by the flash of an Obliviate.

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