Close Or Far From The Law

Chapter 22 : 21. Comfort and help

Harry was caught in the soft, strong vice of Voldemort's arms, so glued to the dark wizard that he was breathing against his chest. The hand in his hair relaxed him. He hadn't been this relaxed since their last meeting and this feeling of melting left him wanting to be able to enjoy this feeling again. He emitted a sigh of well-being somewhere, couldn't say how he knew it but Voldemort smiled to see him behave like this. Harry no longer had the energy to be offended and there was nothing wrong with Voldemort feeling genuinely happy to be taken care of. The black mage already knew this so why fight? Harry's head was in cotton wool when the man finally spoke. How many minutes had passed? No idea.

-I don't know yet who dared to attack you, little lion, but be sure... This person is already dead.

Harry tensed a little but didn't know how to stay tense, not with the massage that continued on his neck. Nevertheless, he clutched the rich robes to his chin and muttered.

-I don't want anyone to die because of me.

-No, this person will die because of themselves and their stupidities. You have nothing to do with what happens to him.

-If it was someone else, you wouldn't have done anything.

Harry found himself looking into Voldemort's eyes. Once again, he wondered how his eyes had taken on this blood color when he wasn't a vampire... Wasn't he not one? The dark wizard's smile widened and he teased Harry's cheek with his index finger, moving down along his jaw until he pressed against his frantic pulse.

-No, I'm not a vampire, little lion. And no, I wouldn't have done it for anyone else, but I told you: I fiercely protect what's mine. This person must pay for the mistake they made and I am not magnanimous, you know that well.

Harry tried to step back a little, a useless movement, Voldemort remained much stronger than him, no matter how much more muscular and fit he was. He grunted in annoyance and gave up with a huff. How to make a sadistic murderer understand that it wasn't necessary. Then killing someone was almost too easy for Voldemort. Didn't he rather have torture techniques... And did he seriously just think that it was better for the black mage to torture rather than kill?! Harry shuddered violently, quite shocked by himself. He shook his head several times as Voldemort chuckled. The sound seemed to resonate within Harry.

-What a funny imagination you have there. You prefer that I torture but you don't have the slightest idea how I should do it.

-Stop creeping into my head!

-I believe this is impossible. Since your fear earlier, I have felt you everywhere in mine. Our bond doesn't allow me to ignore anything about you.

-… What ?

-How do you think I knew about the incident? I felt your fear as if it were my own. I could taste it on my tongue.

Voldemort seemed perfectly serious when he said this and Harry didn't understand how this could be possible. Yes, the man had told him more than once that they were tied, however that didn't mean they could be tied like that. Did that mean he could feel Voldemort's emotions too? He wasn't sure he wanted to do such an experiment, especially since he was almost certain that there was something unhealthy about the black mage. Normal considering who and what he was, right? He bit his lip, unsure of how to approach this as Voldemort rearranged them in bed. Harry found himself sitting on his mentor's thighs, himself leaning against the Gryffindor's pillows. Besides, that too was weird, seeing Voldemort in the dormitories of his house.

-Is there a way to stop this? I do not want to bother you…

-You never bother me, little lion. As for a way to stop it, it's Occlumency, obviously. As we are connected in spirit through this…