Harry and Voldemort: strange lovers

Part 1

"I can put a lot more into you, than a horcrux," Voldemort whispred.
Harry tried to turn away and scowl but he felt heat rise in his cheeks. He just hoped Voldemort could not see it.
"I know you feel this too, Voldemort whispred again, but this time in parseltongue.
It was true Harry felt it, but he was so confused. Yesterday harry had been trying to kill Voldemort and Voldemort was trying to kill him. In fact Voldemort had been trying to kill him since he was a baby. He even killed his parents, and because if him Dumbledore was dead and so was Sirious and Cedric.
At the thought of these people Harry had lost, he expected to feel anger and hatred towards Voldemort but instead he felt pity. Like Voldemort had changed, and those losses he had made Harry experience were all just a mistake, and he should be forgiven.
Harrys thoughts landed on Ginny. He loved Ginny. Right? But if Harry really thought about it, he never felt like this with Ginny. This feeling he felt was different, full, honest. But Harry was too afraid to feel yet. Voldemort was the enemy. This was all a trick.
Harry turned to look at Voldemort, maybe to attack but when he met his eyes he felt a spark. Voldemorts snake like eyes were inviting, and kind?
To understand what Harry was feeling now he had to go back to what happened yesterday.

Yesterday Harry woke up ready to fight. After months of searching, running, and hiding.  Harry, Hermione, and Ron were ready to go find Voldemort, and kill him. They had been looking for holcrucux's. This was Dumbledores last mission for Harry before he died, and they were going to complete it. The diary, ring, cup, locket, and diadem. All these were destroyed and all that was left was Voldemort himself, and the snake.
Now Harry and his friends stood wands raised ready to fight. After everything they had fought for it was finally time to end it. 7 years of fear and torment. 7 years of fighting and death. It was finally time. The whole war started with Harry, when Voldemort couldn't kill him. How it would end with Harry. 
It was dark, but not because it was night. Harry could feel Voldemort coming closer, his scar burned more than ever. It was hard for him to focus, but he knew he had to. Harry had to do this. He walking into the clearing ready to die.
"The boy who lived has come to die," Voldemort whispered.
Harry was expecting to feel fear, but this is what had to happen. This is how he would die, but it was ok. This is what he had to do to save Hogwarts, his friends, everything he cared about. This was it. Harry thought.
Death eaters were gathered with Voldemort just like they were when Voldemort rose again. Except this time their were more, so many more supportors. And now Harry was going to be killed just like Cedric was. Cedric. That thought pooled in Harrys head with pain. He died for nothing. Harry decided he would not die for nothing. He was ready. He felt no fear.
Voldemort rose his wand and yelled, after waiting so long, "avada kedavra!"
Green light shot at Harry for the last time.
Moments of Harrys life went thought his head. Hagrids smile when they met. Ron's kindness. Hermiones hand flying in the air. Nevels bravery. Sirious' smile. The weasley home. Hogwarts. Dobby with his sock. Lupin teaching him a patronus. Flying on his broom. Dumbledores blue eyes. Ginny. His mom. His dad. Everything went through his head for an instant.
And then he was dead.