Chapter 10
With a squeal, Harry launched himself at George the second the portkey dropped him and Fred into his bedroom. “You’re here!” He cried excitedly.
With barely any effort, George easily caught Harry. “We are here…”
“But where is here?” Fred finished for his brother as he looked cautiously around. “Whoa, this place is fancy. Is this your bedroom? It’s bigger than our dorm room.”
Purring, Harry tucked his head up under George’s chin. This was wonderful. He didn’t have to hide himself with Fred and George and he knew that they would help him with his itch without expecting anything in return. Not that his itch was that bad, not after Voldemort’s foot massage. Still, it was nice to just be himself around the twins and soak in all the wonderful Weasley loving.
When Harry didn’t answer, Fred turned to look at him, gasping when he saw his eyes. “Holy shit, Harry, your eyes!”
George lifted Harry’s face with a finger under his chin. “Wicked! You have cat eyes, Harry.”
“No!” Harry whined. “Don’t tell me my eyes are doing the thing again. It’s so hard to get them to go back to normal.”
“But they’re so cool,” Fred said. “Can you see better with them.”
Harry started wiggling until George placed him back on his feet. Even though he was now standing on his own, Harry still kept himself glued to George. “I can see everything, but my eyes are more sensitive in this form. Fen… I mean my healer,” he quickly corrected, “said it’s because my cat eyes are still new and that they will get better the more I use them. I just find them kind of creepy.”
George looked to his brother over the neko’s head, he hadn’t missed Harry’s little slip. They were the ultimate pranksters so they knew when someone was trying to get one over on them. Harry was keeping a secret and they had a feeling that it was a pretty damn big one. “Plan to tell us whose mansion we are in.”
Sucking in his lips, Harry shook his head no. “Not now, but I promise to tell you after you complete your mission.”
Fred arched an eyebrow. “Mission? Oh please do tell.”
Grabbing one of each of the twins’ hands, Harry led them over to his bed. Pushing them down onto his bed, he squeezed in between them, purring when they each wrapped an arm around him. He was pretty sure that Voldemort wouldn’t be happy with him in this position, but what the grumpy dark lord didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Fred and George were his brothers, nothing more. “I have a mission for you, one I’m sure that you will enjoy.”
“Need us to procure you some catnip?” George asked with a wink..
“Or how about a ball of yarn?” Fred added with a snicker. “Mom has plenty of those laying around.”
Harry playfully hissed at the twins. “Just be thankful that I don’t have my claws yet.”
Laughing, George reached out and ruffled Harry’s hair. “Sorry, you know we love you and whatever this mission is we are on board one hundred percent. Need someone pranked?”
“Want us to put spiders in Ronald’s bed?”
Harry excitedly shook his head no. “Nope! I need you to sneak into Hogwarts and steal my wand back from Professor Dumbledore.”
Fred’s eyes widened. “Oh, is that all? And here I thought it was going to be something challenging.”
Dropping his head onto Fred’s shoulder, Harry looked up at him with his most pathetic, sad eyed look he could pull off. “Please! Pretty, pretty please! Did you know that a piece of a wizard’s magic is in their wand? Dumbledore having my wand and a piece of me makes me feel dirty and violated.”
“You don’t have to beg, you know we are in,” George said. “It will feel good sticking it to the old goat, especially after the way he talked to us at the last order meeting.”
Fred nodded his head in agreement. “We’d do it anyway for you, him having your wand is all kinds of wrong,”
“And illegal,” Harry added. “Or so I have been told.”
“We will need your map and cloak,” George said thoughtfully.
“I can get you the map, the cloak, and a diversion.”
George cocked an eyebrow. “A diversion?” He asked curiously. “What kind of diversion does the sweet kitten have planned?”
Fred leaned in closer. “Please do tell. We know what a devious little mind you have hidden in that beautiful head of yours.”
Harry blushed at the compliment. “I’d rather keep that a secret for now, but I’m sure you’ll know when it happens.”
“You are full of secrets lately, Potter,” Fred said skeptically, “but we trust you.”
“I would never let anything happen to you,” Harry said passionately, “but I do have secrets. I want to tell you, but I’m afraid that you will hate me.”
Getting to his feet, George started walking around the room inspecting everything. Opening the closet, he pulled out a very expensive looking robe. Turning to Harry, he scrunched his face up. “For the love of Merlin, Harry, this better not be Malfoy Manor.”
Harry started laughing hysterically. Getting to his feet, he walked up to George and took the robe from him. “”Malfoy Manor! Oh my god, George, that’s so funny. Do you think I would be in this gorgeous room with these nice clothes that actually fit me if this was Malfoy Manor? I’m pretty sure I’d be rotting in a dungeon waiting for scary Lord Snake Face to kill me.”
“He’s got you there,” Fred chuckled.
Frowning, George’s eyes darted around the room. “This may not be Malfoy Manor, but the magic here feels dark.”
Fred nodded his head slowly. “You’re right. I thought I felt it too, but it was too hard concentrate with a neko snuggled against me.”
Harry gave a nervous chuckle. “ I-I don’t know what you guys are talking about, I can’t sense any dark magic.” That was a lie, he could not only sense Voldemort’s powerful dark magic, but also taste it. It was intoxicating and he was quickly becoming addicted to it.
“Haaarry,” George said slowly, drawing out the name, “are we in a Death Eater’s home?”
Harry’s mouth opened and closed as he floundered. “What? No! What? Death Eater? Are you crazy? What?”
“That’s three whats, Freddie,” George pointed out. “I don’t know about you, but that screams guilty to me.”
“We are so totally in a Death Eater’s house.” Fred nodded in agreement.
“No you’re not,” Harry said in a mix of nervousness and desperation. “I promise you we are not in a Death Eaters house. Nope, not a death…”
Harry’s sentence was cut short when a thump came from the door. Turning to the door in dread, his face drained of all color when Nagini rose up high in the air, her tongue flicking out excitedly as she stared hungrily at Fred and George.
“Fuck me!” Harry swore, mentally cursing Voldemort to hell. Voldemort warded the door so the twins couldn’t leave his room, but he didn’t make it so his pain in the ass snake couldn’t enter his room. Some genius Dark Lord!
“Dinner!” Nagini hissed. “Two of the same…and spicy! Nagini likes the spicy ones.”
Harry quickly stepped in front of the twins, not missing how they both were frozen in shock. Or horror. It was probably horror. “No, they are family not food. You can not eat my brothers. What the hell do you mean by spicy?”
“Spicy ones,” Nagini said as if that was enough of an answer. “The ones with red fur and spots are always spicy. I don’t get to eat many spicy wizards, they are rare. Nagini will eat just one and you can eat the other. Nagini can share.”
“Oh my god, I’m not going to eat my best friends, Nagini, and neither are you.”
“Just a bite?” Nagini pleaded as she slowly started to slither forward.
“Harry!” George cried out in panic, his wand pointed at the giant snake. “Is that? No, it can’t be!”
“You-Know-Pooh’s snake!” Fred breathed out, voice barely above a whisper. “We’re going to die.”
“Nagini!” Harry said sternly, once again stepping in front of the snake. “You may be the Dark Lord’s familiar and I may like you, but if you so much as lay a fang or scale on my brothers, I will skin you and turn you into a cloak.”
Stopping, Nagini looked to Harry. “Nagini’s scales would make the most beautiful cloak, but I am not wanting to be a cloak. I would very much like to eat a spicy one, but you are a speaker and snakes have to obey speakers.”
“Harry?” George called nervously.
Sighing, Harry slowly turned to face the twins. “So, yeah, it’s okay, she won’t eat you,” he said with an awkward chuckle.
“She won’t eat us!” Fred cried, his voice two levels higher than normal. “Harry, what the hell is going on here?”
Harry sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “Nothing is going on here. It’s just a snake. A lot of people have pet snakes.”
George pointed to the snake with a trembling finger. “A lot of people may have snakes, but not a lot of people have a magical snakes that big and terrifying.”
“I can think of only one person with a snake like that,” Fred said, his eyes desperately pleading with Harry to tell him he was wrong. “Harry, please tell me that we are not in the You-Know-Who’s lair.”
“You said we weren’t in a Death Eater’s home,” George added.
Harry cringed. “And we’re not. Come on, you know me, I would never lie to you guys. This is not a Death Eater’s home. You guys are completely overreacting.”
“Overreacting!” George yelled. “Overreacting!”
“He’s not overreacting, Harry, because we are in Voldemort’s lair,” Fred raged.
“Sweet Merlin, Harry, tell me we’re not in the head serpent’s den?” George pleaded.
Looking sheepish, Harry threw his hands up. “Surprise!” He said pathetically.
“I think I’m going to faint” Fred whined as he stumbled to the bed and collapsed on it.
“Please don’t be mad.” Harry pleaded. “I know it looks bad, but it really isn’t. Voldemort isn’t that mean. I mean, he is that mean, but not to me. He saved me and brought me back here where he had Fenrir heal me. They’re helping me with my Neko.”
“Fenrir!” George choked out. “Fenrir Fucking Greyback?”
Harry gave a little giggle. “I don’t know if that is his middle name, but yeah, Fenrir Greyback. Did you guys know that he’s a badass healer?”
“Harry!” Fred and George both cried.
Shoulders slumping, Harry’s eyes filled with tears. “I didn’t lie, not really. We aren’t in a Death Eater’s house, we are in Voldemort’s. Him and I have been doing a lot of talking and we have come to a truce.”
“A truce?” Fred repeated.
George held his hand up then pointed to the snake. “Look, can we have this discussion after that thing leaves? I can’t concentrate with her looking like she wants to eat me.”
Spinning around, Harry glared at Nagini. George wasn’t exaggerating, she was looking at him like she wanted to eat him. “Out!” He commanded as he pointed to his door. “You are never to hurt my friends. Do you understand?”
Nagini gave a snake equivalent of an eye roll. “Nagini understands, but she isn’t happy. I will leave, but I’m going to find master and demand he find me a spicy one.”
Shaking his head, Harry watched as Nagini left. “I can’t believe this is my life,” he murmured. “Grumpy dark lords, horny snakes, smart mouthed healer werewolves…”
“Harry!” Fred interrupted.
Turning back around, Harry gave the twins his best kicked puppy look…or well in his case, his best kicked kitten look. “Are you made at me?”
“Yes!” George said, but at the same time Fred said. “No!”
George looked to his brother. “We’re not?”
“It’s Harry, is it really that shocking that he’s shacking up with You-Know-Who?”
George thought for a minute, then chuckled. “You’re right.” Looking to Harry, he asked. “You turning dark on us, little neko?”
Slowly approaching his bed, Harry waited until Fred held his hand out to him before launching at Fred then climbing onto his lap. “I knew you guys wouldn’t hate me for wanting to stay here with Voldemort. I told him you two wouldn’t turn your backs on me, not ever, and I was right.”
“Are you going to tell us how this happened?” George asked.
Nodding his head, Harry snuggled between the twins and got comfortable. “It’s not a nice story at all, but I want you guys to know everything…even the really, really bad stuff.”
***HP
“Will he live?” Voldemort asked dryly, not even looking up from the book he was flipping through.
Fenrir took a seat across from his old friend. “For someone who spent twelve years in Azkaban and hasn’t received any medical attention, he’s in surprisingly decent health. Far better than your followers that recently escaped. I suppose him being able to shift into his animagus form helped. I didn’t even know it was possible to do so while in Azkaban.”
“Neither did I, but there’s not many wizards left that have accomplished their animagus transformation.”
“With the exception of the Black madness, what issues Black has I will able to heal. Be thankful that the Potter blood diluted the Black madness enough to not affect Harry.”
Looking up, Voldemort raised an eyebrow. “That boy is far from mentally stable.”
“Your little Neko was severely abused by his relatives then violently forced to awaken part of his neko. He’s desperate for love and affection, not mentally unstable. I mean, I guess he could have allowed his tragic childhood to affect him so much that he grew up to be a powerful, murdering, dark lord.”
“I guess we all can’t be perfect,” Voldemort smirked. “Do you think Black is mentally stable enough to be reunited with Harry?”
“You mean do I think he understands the consequences if he tries to turn Harry against you? I believe reuniting them will be beneficial to both their healing, especially Harry’s. Despite barely knowing Black, Harry already has a strong bond with him. His magic recognizes that Black is his mother even though the boy doesn’t know. And Black, he’s so desperate to be a part of Harry’s life that he will do anything. I don’t think he will try to poison Harry against, but if you hurt the boy then there’s a good chance he will try to kill you.”
Voldemort inclined his head. “I guess I can’t fault the man for that. When, in your opinion, should I inform our little neko that Black is here?”
“The sooner, the better. I’m hoping that having Black here will help settle his neko and slow down his inheritance. At the rate he is going he’s going to come into his full neko before his birthday and I’m not positive he will survive it. I still have a lot of healing to do.”
Voldemort pinched the bridge of his nose then let out a loud sigh. “I can’t believe I’m going to have to deal with two Gryffindors. The boy was bad enough, but Black is insufferable. I should AK Severus for bringing him here.”
Fenrir chuckled. “Hate to break it to you, but you’ll probably have a third Gryffindor to deal with. Black and Potter are Lupin’s only pack mates, it’s only a matter of time before the wolf finds them.”
“Perhaps, but according to Severus, Lupin has his wolf so drugged out on the full moons that it can barely lift its head. Severus also doesn’t believe that the man has much longer, he’s been poisoning himself too long on wolfsbane.”
Fenrir started growling. “Have Severus refuse to supply him with anymore wolfsbane and I’ll take responsibility for the wolf. Regardless of the reason why I bit him, he is one of mine.”
“Three Gryffindors, four if you count the rat,” Voldemort groaned. “I should have let the muggle have the brat.”
“No one counts the rat. I don’t know why you just don’t hand him over to Harry as a gift. The slimy bastard is as good as dead the second Harry stumbles upon him. With his uncontrollable and volatile magic, the rat won’t stand a chance.”
“Pettigrew has his uses, but when he is of no longer use to me, I will Hand him over to Harry. Will be interesting to see what he does. The boy may wish him dead, but I’m not sure he has it in him to do it.”
Fenrir looked thoughtful for a moment. “If his magic lashes out before he can get control of it, I have no doubt that he can kill the rat. If he has control, then I don’t see him being able to follow through. Harry may despise the rat, but he’s no killer.”
“He’s not,” Voldemort agreed. “Again, he’s the complete opposite of me.”
“The perfect opposites. He’s the light to your darkness and you’re the darkness to his light. It makes one wonder what the old goat knows that he has worked so hard to pit you against each other. He has been directing the show since before the boy was even born,”
Slamming his book shut, Voldermort lurched to his feet. “It infuriates me that I fell for his games. I was like a damn baby bird picking up his breadcrumbs. That bastard has always been able to read me.”
“The old goat may be a pain in the ass but he’s smart and powerful and not afraid to get his hands dirty in order to get what he wants. He left a baby with muggles that he knew would abuse it just for his greater good. You’re a bastard, boss, but even you wouldn’t do that to a baby.”
No, he would just kill it, Voldemort thought to himself. Or at least try to kill it. His little brat was impossible to kill even back then. It wasn’t like he made a habit out of killing babies or children, Harry had been the only one and that had been because of the prophecy. A prophecy that he now believed was fake.
Smirking, Fenrir shook his head. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking about the night you tried to kill baby Harry. If Harry has forgiven that little lapse of judgement, then you should too. I mean, you did pay a hefty price for trying to kill him.”
Voldemort glared at Fenrir. “I’m close to cursing you.” He warned.
Fenrir shrugged. “You won’t curse me. You need me to sit with your Neko tonight while I heal some of his struggling organs. Speaking of your neko, are his twin terrors still here?”
Voldemort tilted his head up as he focused on his wards. “They are. How do you feel about introducing ourselves to them?”
“You mean terrify them?” Fenrir chuckled as he got to his feet. “Sounds fun!”
***HP
“Shit, Harry!” Fred cursed as he pulled Harry to lie half over him so he could hold him tighter. “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”
Swallowing loudly, George nodded his head. “You should have told us. We would have…” pausing, he looked unsurely at his twin. “Hell, I don’t know what we would have done, but we would have done something.”
Fred jerkily nodded his head. “Yeah, you know us, we would have come up with something.”
“You don’t think I’m dirty and disgusting?” Harry asked in a small voice. He had come clean and told the twins everything. Everything! He even told them about all the men he had slept with over the years and how he came to be here with Voldemort.
“Hell no!” Fred cried passionately. “Don’t ever think that, not even for one minute. You are the strongest person we have ever met. You did what you had to do to survive and it was made even harder on you because of your demanding neko.”
“I’m glad that we were at least able to help you while at school.” George added.
“You guys have been the best, I don’t know what I would have done without you. Other than Voldemort and Fenrir, no one else knows about this so please don’t tell anyone, especially Ron. Ron may understand the sex thing, but he sure as hell wouldn’t understand me being here and now friends with Voldemort.”
“Yeah, Ronnie would throw a little fit if he found out,” Fred chuckled. “We love him, but he’s as black and white as they come.”
“Not going to lie, you and Mr. Big-and-Terrifying being chummy is a bit of a tough pill to swallow, but I guess if anyone could win him over it would have been you. How can anyone resist this adorable face?” Fred asked as he squeezed Harry’s cheeks.
“If you don’t remove your hands from my mate’s face, I’m going to cut them off and feed them to my wolf.”
Swallowing back his laughter, Fenrir allowed his eyes to bleed amber as he started growling, his canines elongating.
“Harry!” Fred choked out, his hands still on Harry’s face because he was frozen in fear.
Voldemort stepped into the room, his dark magic saturating it. “I don’t give warnings, let alone second warnings, but out of respect for my mate, I will tell you one more time. Get your hands off his face and get the hell out of his bed. Harry is mine!”
Both Fred and George sprung out of Harry’s bed, their eyes wide. “Mate!” Fred cried. “Harry I think you forgot to tell us something.”
“Something very important and vital to our continued existence.” George added fearfully.
Pouting, Harry sat up as he glared at Voldemort. “What are you doing in here? I wasn’t going to tell the twins about you until after they retrieved my wand and you knew that. And stop scaring them! They’re my brothers and they’re important to me.”
“Why were they in your bed and why were they snuggling you?” Voldemort hissed.
“Because I like snuggling.” Harry shot back. “Especially with them.”
“Harry!” Fred and George cried at the same time.
“If I was going to have sex with them, I would have done it years ago,” Harry continued, ignoring the twins spluttering. “They are the only reason I survived Hogwarts. Without them I probably would have propositioned Snape.”
“Harry!” Voldemort, Fenrir, and the twins all cried in disgust.
Harry started giggling. “I’m joking, there’s no way I would ever have sex with Snape. Not because he’s a teacher, but because he’s a greasy git. Gah, I bet he’s into some really weird and kinky shit. I bet you a galleon he likes being tied up and spanked like a naughty, naughty boy. He likes to be dominated and forced to submit to his mommy.”
“That’s it, I’m biting the brat.” Fenrir threatened as he took a step towards Harry. “I’ll never get that image the hell out of my head.”
“Not even a scourgify to the brain will help,” George agreed as he stared at Harry like he had two heads, his fear of Voldemort momentarily forgotten.
“I need the past five minutes oblivated from my brain.” Fred added. “Snape? Really Harry? And here I thought you loved us. Why would you put that image in my head?”
Giggling madly, Harry launched off the bed when Fenrir tried to grab him. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! You should see your faces.”
“You’re a disturbed child.” Fenrir said, shaking his head.
Harry looked to Voldemort. “What I was trying to say, is that I could have found someone to help me with my itch, someone who would have wanted something in return. Probably an older student and probably a Slytherin, but I didn’t have to because I had Fred and George. They knew what I needed without me even having to ask and they never expected anything in return. They love me, but as a brother and nothing more. If there’s anyone you can trust one hundred percent with me, it’s Fred and George. A warning though, if you ever threaten them again, I’m going to make your life miserable?”
“You have already been making my life miserable, for sixteen years,” Voldemort snapped with a glare.
“Who has made whose life miserable?” Harry asked, his neko eyes flashing, his own magic saturating the room and pushing against Voldemort’s.
Sensing trouble brewing, Fenrir cleared his throat loudly. “Harry, why don’t you introduce us to your friends.”
Harry narrowed his eyes at Voldemort but then after a few tense seconds he turned his attention to Fenrir. “Fen, these are my brothers,” he turned to glare at Voldemort again, “Fred and George Weasley.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you boys,” Fenrir said, sounding way too cheerful as his eyes darted between Harry and Voldemort who were in the middle of what seemed like staring contest.
“Is it me, or is it getting too hot in here?” Fred asked anxiously as he looked to Fenrir for help.
“It’s going to get really hot in here in a minute when these two idiots set the house on fire trying to out magic the other.” Fenrir spat.
“Uhm, maybe we should go.” George offered as he reached for the portkey. “It’s getting hard to breathe in here with all the insanely powerful magic in the air.”
Giving his head a shake, Harry broke eye contact with Voldemort as he reeled his magic back in. “Sorry about that. You guys don’t have to go yet, we haven’t come up with a plan on how to get my wand back.”
“Maybe they can come back another day,” Fenrir suggested.
“No!” Voldemort said shortly. “Getting Harry’s wand back is a priority.”
“Okay,” George said nervously. “So we are going to plan breaking into Hogwarts and Dumbledore’s office with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and Fenrir Greyback?”
Fred nodded his head, his eyes wide. “Seems so, brother of mine.”
“I didn’t have joining forces with the dark side on my Chocolate Frog card, but okay, let’s do this.”
***HP
Looking at his bed with dread, Harry reluctantly got in it then tried to get comfortable. He didn’t know why he was bothering with getting comfortable because pretty soon he was going to be in excruciating pain. When the twins had learned that Fenrir was going to be healing some organs and bones, they had offered to sit with him and keep him company, but he had turned down their offer. After spending an hour with Voldemort going over plans to retrieve his wand, Fred and George had been looking a little pale and twitchy. He couldn’t blame them, Voldemort could be a terrifying asshole when he wanted to be…which was all the damn time. The twins had a lot dumped on them in a short amount of time, they needed to go home and absorb everything and destress, not babysit him while being tortured by Fenrir.
“You know, I kinda liked your twins. For Gryffindors from the lightest pureblood family around, they’re terrifyingly devious. I see what you meant when you said they should have been Slytherins.” Fenrir chuckled.
“You don’t want to get on their bad side, that’s for sure,” Harry grinned.
Opening a box, Fenrir started pulling out potions and lining them up on Harry’s dresser. “They care for you deeply. They willingly joined forces with the Dark Lord for you, that kind of loyalty is rare.”
Harry paled when he saw all the potions he was going to have to take. “On a scale of one to ten, how painful is tonight going to be?”
Fenrir pursed his lips. “Sorry, pup, but you’re going to need a bigger scale. You’re looking at a fifteen at the minimum.”
“Maybe I should have taken the twins up on their offer to sit with me,” Harry chuckled anxiously. “It wouldn’t have been the first time they have helped distract me from pain.”
Voldemort entered Harry’s room, a dark scowl on his face. “Against my better judgement, I have someone who can keep you company. Truthfully, I’d prefer your twins over this person, but Fenrir told me he would be good for your healing. A warning, if he causes any trouble or tries to poison you against me, I will slowly and painfully kill him. Keep him in line, Potter.”
Harry’s look of confusion turned to one of shock when Sirius walked into his room. “Hey, pup, miss me?” Sirius asked with a tired smirk.
“Sirius?” Harry cried as his eyes hungrily raked over his godfather. With tears streaming down his face, he flew off his bed and into Sirius’ awaiting arms.
“Hey now, pup, there’s no need for tears,” Sirius said as his own tears fell from his eyes. “Or should I be calling you kitten now?”
Pulling back, Harry looked up at Sirius, his face paling. “You know?”
Sighing, Sirius cupped his son’s cheek. “I know everything, Harry, and I’m so goddamn sorry. It’s my fault. Everything is my fault. I failed you.”
“No!” Harry cried as he vigorously shook his head no. “You didn’t fail me.” Stepping back, he looked between his godfather and Voldemort. “Sirius, not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here? How did you get here? Did Voldemort kidnap you?”
“Slow down, pup, one question at a time.” Sirius grinned sadly. “But first, I need to know how you are?”
“I’m actually pretty great,” Harry admitted reluctantly, not wanting to upset his godfather. “I guess since you know everything you know that I have a truce with Voldemort?”
Fenrir loudly cleared his throat. “Not to interrupt this touching reunion, but you two will have all night to reconnect while Harry is writhing in bed in excruciating pain. If we want to heal as much as we can tonight, we are going to have to get started now.”
“You’re going to stay with me?” Harry asked, his voice full of longing. “You’re going to stay with me all night?”
“I’m not leaving you ever again.” Sirius said.
“Great,” Voldemort muttered before turning and storming out of the room.
Breaking away from Sirius, Harry rushed after Voldemort. “Thank you!” He said after he caught up to him. “I don’t know how or why you did it, but thank you so much for giving me Sirius.” Before Voldemort could stop him, he threw himself at the Dark Lord and gave him a hug.
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