a trail of dark
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carry the peace and the coolness of night
and carry my sorrow in kind
he was just searching for his earmuffs before he got suddenly kidnapped. maybe harry should be less reckless, like hermione has insisted lately.
..searched everywhere. where would his god damn earmuffs be? they could be in the hufflepuff common room, for all he cares. they’re fine, but harry is going to go absolutely crazy if he doesn’t find them.
neville gave them to him. it’s very important to him, as a gift from a friend.
maybe it’s worth asking ron or hermione. they’d know where he loses his shit at, because they don’t have abrupt memory loss. (everyone has it once in a while, do they not?) at least he has enough courage to ask them.
“hey ron, hermione?” a subtle knock on the door. “mione’s out, mate!” ron shouts from inside, as harry enters the room slowly. his voice echoed in the room, which caused harry to wince slightly.
“oh alright, i just wanted to ask if you guys have seen my earmuffs? i think i lost them.”
the redhead went silent for a moment. “your earmuffs with all the lace and teddy bear ears, right?” the raven tilted his head slightly.
“actually, i was hoping you knew what they looked like.” silence.
an irritated huff. “mate, weren’t you just wearing them yesterday?” silence, very abruptly. “i’ll go search for them, sorry ron. just can’t seem to find them.” harry chuckled softly, his eyes burning slightly.
that’s..fine. he’ll just ask hermione later. she’ll know, because she knows everything.
(when was the first time that one of his parents gave him a gift?)
wait, who the hell is that in the hallways?
luna, you’re loved so much more than you know
forgive me for being so blind.
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“hey voldemort?” a hum. sort of annoying. “why didn’t you kill me?” there was a sudden shift in the atmosphere. harry wasn’t stupid to not notice the abrupt temperature drop, for some reason slytherins just have cold common rooms.
“i don’t see why i should. you’re simply here because i’m..” harry’s gaze lingered on the dark lord. “..lonely.”
harry didn’t say anything. did he really need to, when the big bad dark lord in front of him confesses that he’s lonely? he didn’t know what to say, really. “okaay. uh, i’ll just go back to sleep.”
the gryffindor shifted, preparing for another long ass sleeping session. (what else could he do while he was being kidnapped, besides eat and sleep? unless they weren’t feeding him, which is most likely..?) “you should have some food before you go back to sleep.”
he awkwardly sat on the bed, (in the most uncomfortable position ever) as he watched the guy (dark lord) leave the room. didn’t he have a house elf or something, or was he just procrastinating? crazy, he does that too sometimes.
after a good while, which felt like a year, voldemort finally came back with a very fancy-looking bowl. woah, even though he’s never ate at the dinner table in his parents’ house, that was a very pretty bowl. (it literally just have a silver, thin circular outline bordering the top of the bowl. the round top? edges? does that even make sense? probably not, but he never attended proper muggle school, so he has no idea.)
thankfully, there was a nightstand next to him, where he could eat his food happily. hogwarts food tastes funny sometimes. “thank you.” harry nodded shakily as he was handed the bowl.
“i’ll leave for a moment, don’t try to do anything.” honestly, the dark lord sounded like a parent when he said that. kind of, hopefully voldemort didn’t read his mind last second or something with his legilimency. however, harry was more focused on the food. (yum.)
it was..a fruit salad. and crackers. he might’ve just purposefully gotten kidnapped by voldemort if he knew this dark lord could actually make fruit salads that looked scrumptious.
and it certainly was.
oh, look, a small note!
oh, he was so killing those two potters. their son—their own son, was literally being starved. (most certainly, you could literally see it on him.) this was the second time he was breaking into their home.
you know what, this might be the cherry on top for voldemort’s extraordinary plan, ‘adopting harry potter.’ hopefully he doesn’t mind his parents gone, because he’d rather not wantz a child a sobbing mess.
that’s just awkward to have. the boy would’ve turned depressed.
ah, right on time too. they’re having a magnificent party while they don’t realize their boy-who-lived has been kidnapped.
but such is the way of the limelight,
it sweetly takes hold of the mind of its host
✧
and that foolish pony did nothing to stop
the destruction of one who had needed her most
“—oh, and i really like ice cream! even though it makes me sick..” voldemort hummed, silently noting the raven’s statement. probably lactose intolerant. “hmm..what’s your favorite ice cream, then?” he coaxed, watching as the teenager jumped excitedly, almost like a child would.
it made voldemort’s head buzz with content for some odd reason.
“most likely turkish delight!” interesting. “by the way, is everything alright at hogwarts?” very. voldemort hummed in response.
“yes, if you’re talking about the people there in general.” he stated dully. seemingly, the potter’s shoulders relaxed to a great extend..it seems that he was just worried about hogwarts in general. (how..cute.)
“there hasn’t been any major events in hogwarts, i assure you.” voldemort said out of nowhere, eyeing the gryffindor. said gryffindor simply nodded in reply.
(an awkward silence.)
”you can call me harry, y’know..i—i don’t mind.” harry said, stuttering slightly and looking away in embarrassment. voldemort hummed in reply thoughtfully. (how many times has he hummed?)
the dark lord stood up and was preparing to leave, but harry’s mind went blank and.. “wait—“ voldemort halted, “—err..can i—“ harry stuttered briefly while he struggled to comprehend what he was doing.
“can i g-get a hug?” silence hung in the air and taunted harry. his face slightly flushed, and he turned away.
“i suppose so.”
voldemort walked towards harry, who was in the bed, sat, and just…
…hugged him. like, normally, as you would a friend.
the hug felt really long; almost like it was never going to end. (harry hoped it never would) but alas, the dark lord finally pulled away and stood back up to exit the room while harry was kind of paralyzed.
that hug felt different from all of the other hugs he’s ever gotten, even if it’s from a dark lord.
voldemort stopped while opening the door, leaving it ajar as he turned around slowly to say something to harry. “sleep well, harry.” and he turned back around to open the door and leave swiftly, almost like he was never there.
harry felt dazed.
wait, didn’t voldemort say he said bubba?
oh shit. (screw padfoot)
lullay moon princess, goodnight sister mine,
rest now in moonlight’s embrace
✧
bear up my lullaby, winds of the earth
trhough cloud, and through sky, and through space
that hug that he had given harry was far too awkward. but at the end of the day, it was still a win to even be able to hug him at all. (let's gooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!) voldemort supposes that he should set up a meeting with his death eaters now.
“what the hell are you doing with my godson?”
nevermind that.