“Say it.”
The could ground felt almost like ice. Harry would’ve thought it was, had it not been made of stone and been in terribly bad condition.
“But I-” He stopped his words as a glare hit him, red eyes staring into his soul. He gulped. And then looked down at his feet, not wanting to meet eye contact. He felt like there was a timer ticking and like a bomb was gonna explode any second now. Time was running out.
“If you really love me, say it.” The figure demanded again. Thoughts were now running through Harry’s head at rapid speed now. There was no reason why he shouldn’t say it, but then again, saying it would make it more real…but wasn’t that what he wanted..?
Oh gosh what a mess he had gotten himself into. Just say it Harry.
”I-…” His breath hitched. “I love you.” He looked back up at the man.
Voldemort smiled. His red eyes shining, his black hair smooth as ever,…
”Good. Now let’s go.” He approached Harry where he stood. Only meters away from him.
Harry gulped again. A bit shaken by what had just happen. “Uhm…yeah…okay.” He let Voldemort lead him away.
Happily ever after 🤗♥️❤️💚