Together

Voldemort opened his eyes and groaned. What just happened? Oh yeah, he passed out. Damn he was such a wuss. He’s the dark lord and he fainted! The memories came back in a rush. Harry Potter? His mate? Impossible.

He opened his eyes to see Potter looming over him. It looked as though he was trying to refrain from laughing. Of course. Make fun of the dark lord, real smart thing to do if you value life.

“What are you laughing at boy?!”

“Its just that… you… fainted!” Harry was now rollling on the floor laughing.

Voldemort scowled at the laughing teenager, his mate. ‘Potter is full of surprises, the brat. Of course, he’s a cute brat when he’s laughing like- no! Potter is not cute. Potter is… Potter who is somewhat attractive. Somewhat. Not cute, attractive and sexy and- stop thinking like this! Must stop thinking like this. Lalalala, I’m not listening, I’m not listening!’

While having the conversation with himself Harry got a chance to look at his mate seeing that he was lost in thought. He wasn’t that attractive, though the fork to tongue is a nice touch. He could only think of about a million good uses for it. Attractive no, but he could deal with it.

Harry smiled up to Voldemort who seemed to have a bit of an inner struggle. The man was so lost in thought you could hit with a train and he wouldn’t notice. Well, maybe he would. Of course then it would be too late and he’d be dead, so, no hitting him with a train to test the theory.

“Hey, Tom, what’s wrong. You look a hundred miles away,” Harry finally said, startling said person from his thoughts.

“I was just thinking about… all this.” His eyes betrayed confusion, a feeling Harry doubted he’d ever seen in the eyes of his mate.

Harry got off the floor to sit with his mate. He crossed one leg over the other and wandlessly summoned parchment and quill. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“And how does this make you feel,” Harry said in his best therapist voice.

Voldemort scowled again. ‘The brat. Well, he’s a nice brat but a brat none the less. I don’t need a therapist! Oops, meant to say that aloud.’

“I don’t need a therapist!”

“Most would disagree,” Harry said giggling.

‘He’s cute when he’s laughing, as much as I loath to admit it. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all. Plus, my side will win the war. Mwhahahaha!’

“Ah, well I never knew you were one to be swayed by public opinion Mr. Potter.”

Harry mocked looking insulted. “I never am swayed by public opinion. Only the first five or six years of being in the wizarding world!”

Voldemort chuckled, shocking Harry a bit.

Seeing the boy’s, no, man’s expression he asked, “What?”

“The dark lord Voldemort just chuckled! Quick, to the press. The people must be informed that the dark lord has a sense of humor. They need to know how to kill you,” faking being shocked and excited.

“Oh, so this was all a ploy to tell people my weakness. And pray tell me, what is my weakness?”

“They can make you laugh to death! Or at least chuckle to death.”

“You can’t die by laughing. Well… you could die of not being able to breathe when laughing so hard… but that’s not the point.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell them.”

“Good.”

Silence.

“So… what would you like to talk about now?” Harry asked as he banished the parchment and quill.

“I don’t know. What would you like to talk about?”

“I don’t know, what do you want to talk about.”

“Stop that!”

“Stop what?” Harry asked innocently.

Voldemort sighed. His mate is a mere teenager. Why did the gods think they were the perfect match when maturity and age was just too different. Power though… that was a completely different story. The boy was powerful. Maybe as powerful as him, or more so.

“How about you tell me what you mean by mate?” asked Voldemort calmly.

“How do I put this? I’m half dark veela. From my mom’s side. I got my dark veela inheritance when I turned sixteen, it was only recently that I found out who my mate was, and went searching.”

“Interesting. I guess I’m very lucky to have you as my mate then.” ‘Why oh why did I just say that?’

Harry blushed at the compliment. “I’m lucky too. But really, you do need to do something about how you look. No nose is just not sexy. The forked tongue… keep that.”

Voldemort raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Oh really?”

Harry blushed and looked down. Had he really said that? What was he thinking? Damn it all. To suggestive. Oh well, the damage is done.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Really?” Harry said, hardly daring to believe he didn’t just get crucio’d for insulting the dark lord.

“Yesss” Voldemort said in Parsletongue, causing a shiver to go down Harry’s spine.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes. What is it?”

“When did you get married?”

“I was never married. I simply needed an heir. Unfortunately the women died before I could get a male heir.”

“Oh.”

“Well, now I have you.”

Harry blushed. “But we’re male. How can we have kids?”

Voldemort blinked. Was this boy stupid or something? No wait, it must be Dumbledore! The bastard.

“You mean Dumbledore didn’t tell you that men could get pregnant to? Well, he always hated gays. He found it disgusting. When I was in school he said that if I kept going out with my boyfriend then he would expel me.”

“That’s terrible! Not that there’s any gays at my school.”

“Trust me, there probably are. They just have to hide it, most likely because of threats from Dumbledick.”

Harry was beyond pissed. How could Dumbledore do this? He now knew that Dumbledore was even worse. The manipulator messed with everybody’s lives, not just those of the order and Voldemort.

“Sh… it’s okay. We’ll get rid of him. He won’t mess with anybody anymore,” Voldemort said soothingly, noticing through the bond that Harry was really pissed. Things started to shatter, namely the windows. You could feel the magic cackling in the air and something was thrown across the room, soon followed by books that were laying on the table.

Voldemort hesitantly reached over and started rubbing circles on his mate’s back to calm him. Within seconds it worked. Harry calmed down enough to look into the bloody pools that were his mate’s eyes. Maybe this could all end well. Maybe, they didn’t have to live in such a world that Dumbledore wanted.

The magic died down and things stopped flying everywhere. Voldemort fixed the shattered windows with the hand that wasn’t busy calming his mate.

“I’m sorry I got so angry.”

“It’s okay. I’m angry to; I just control it a lot better.”

“Yeah, I’m sure your death eaters would say the same thing,” Harry said cheekily, smiling.

Voldemort chuckled, “I’m sure they would. Especially those who get crucio’d several times during meetings.”

Harry laughed, and for the first time the smiled and laughter reached his eyes. It had been so long since he could act freely without fear of somebody going to tell Dumbledick that he was laughing only for the man to say all was going according to plan. For once, he was with somebody who he could laugh with. For once, he was free.

And unbeknownst of the two dark wizards there was a certain witch smiling from the doorway. She’d known for a while now that her parents weren’t married despite what her dad said. And she was glad he was happy with somebody, even if he didn’t understand his feelings yet. All she wanted was to see her dad happy, and of course, herself happy. Maybe things could go right for once. Or maybe not. Who knows other then the fates who love to play with our lives?


a/n: Me: Only took about seven days to write. Please tell me if there are any mistakes. Like it, love it, hate it? Please tell.

Voldemort: Are you going to say that every time?

Me: Yeah, you got a problem with it Voldie?

Voldemort: Don’t call me that. Crucio!

Me: How you supposed to do that without a wand exactly?

Voldemort: Wha- Give me back my wand!

Me: Haha, never! *runs off with Voldie’s wand*

Harry: Sorry love, but I doubt you’ll ever see that thing again.

Voldemort: *sighs* I know.

Harry: Anyway, this story is nonprofit and none of the characters except Ellie belong to the author of this fanfic. Hope you enjoy my part in it. Until next chapter bye.

Voldemort: That was cheesy.

Harry: *sighs* I know. Now Mr. Grumpy-pants, time to have some… alone time.

Volemort: I like the sound of that. Leave us readers or suffer my wrath.

Harry: You have no wand.

Voldemort: *sighs*

(Yes a bit of a long a/n but I was bored and couldn’t think of anything else to write for this chapter)