Fear [ Tomarry

Thanatophobia II

Than•a•to•pho•bia
(n.) fear of death

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Summary: Harry joined Voldemort in fourth year when Voldemort was resurrected in the graveyard. After the war, Voldemort deals with a major existential crisis and worries about his horcruxes more frequently. Harry's worried.

Voldemort wins AU, and Dark!Harry.

It's late 2005, so Harry is 25 and Voldemort eternally looks 25.

They're equals and they're not dating, but that'll change ;)

So this is spoilers for this chapter (gasp) but I have no idea where the resurrection stone was found so I just made it up, and in this story Harry was the one who disarmed Dumbledore and not Draco.

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The next morning, Harry was gone.

No one could find him. Not Tom. Not Nagini. Not the couple hundred Death Eaters that Tom had sent to find him. No one.

The only thing Harry had left behind was a note on his door that said;

Tommy boy,

I know you might be angry at me when you read this note, but I'm only gone to fetch a few things. It shouldn't kill me. I promise I'll be back by nightfall. What you said worried me last night, so while I'm gone, hang out with Nagini, will you? You get awfully tense and angry when you're stressed and lonely.

The one, the only,
The Boy Who Switched.

This wouldn't have worried Tom, if not for one thing.

It shouldn't kill him? What the hell, Harry!

And what were these things Harry left to find? It wasn't common that Harry left the manor alone, but it wasn't necessarily rare either. But it was only ever for meetings or anything along the lines of leading the Wizarding World. Why did Harry have to be so vague? He could be out doing Merlin knows what at this very moment! He could have been kidnapped, hurt, or even killed, and no one could find him!

Tom was nervously pacing the throne room. Lucius and Rodolphus, who had been summoned to their Lord, stood awkwardly and fearfully as they watched the angry man fiddle with his wand. On Tom's throne laid Nagini, who was simply taking a nap— she at least knew that Harry had a knack for surviving anything. "Are you sure you have looked everywhere?" Tom interrogated.

"Everywhere, my Lord," Rodolphus confirmed. "Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley, Hogsmeade, Hogwarts... everywhere. We're trying our best."

The room was silent. Instead of speaking, Tom turned as quickly as a viper and pointed his wand at the man who had spoken. "Crucio!" he cursed, sending the man into a fit of pain and misery. Lucius, his brother-in-law, knew better than to move at all— and he looked very pale (at least, more pale than normal) from not being able to breathe out of fear.

"You dare come to me and tell me that you're trying your best when obviously your best is not good enough for me?" Tom seethed. He relented on the curse, giving the man some time to breathe. "Perhaps your life isn't good enough for me."

Rodolphus, who was taking great gasps, crawled forwards and kissed the hem of the Dark Lord's robes. "No, my Lord!" he wailed. "Please, I can be of more use! We will double the strength of our search!"

Tom's eyes grew malicious. "You mean to tell me you could have increased the capacity of strength in your search but you did not? Avada Keda—!"

He was stopped when a warm hand touched his wand arm from behind. "Not killing anyone for no reason, are we, Tom?"

The Dark Lord whipped around to see the person he had been looking for standing in front of him with his arms crossed. He barely processed the hurried scuttles of the two men leaving the throne room behind him. "Harry," he said warningly, his voice an octave lower than usual. "Where have you been?"

Said person blushed a faint red and laughed nervously while scratching behind his right ear. Tom's eyes only narrowed— looking adorable wasn't going to help his case in the slightest. "It's nothing too serious, really," he dragged on.

"That's what you said about the Thunderbird you let loose in our training room. Where did you even find one?"

"American President of Magic's wife, Megan. Her brothers Drake and Josh were caught and they had to send it away."

Tom only stared at Harry in disbelief. When is this boy not an enigma? "Okay, then," he sighed. "You still haven't told me where you were."

To that, Harry grabbed Tom's hand and dragged him to his throne. Tom tried to ignore the warmth that radiated from the other— he was supposed to be mad at him, dammit! "Sit down first," Harry said warmly. He gently pushed Tom down onto the throne and he grabbed a stool so that Tom could lay his feet on it.

What the hell? Tom thought. "Harry, what are you doing?"

Harry looked up and smiled, punching back on the shoulders of the man who was trying to get up. "Oh, nothing," he dismissed. "Would you like anything? Some water, a snack..?"

"I'd like for you to tell me where you were," Tom deadpanned as he finally gave up struggling and slumped into the chair.

"Oh, yeah," Harry giggled. "So, last night you were really worked up about...that thing, so I decided to find something that would make you feel better! You know what the Deathly Hallows are, right?"

Tom nodded absentmindedly.

"Okay, so I did my research and that invisibility cloak that my dad passed down to me is one of them. Then I did more research and found out that Dumbledore had the Elder Wand, and guess who disarmed him in the Astronomy Tower? Me! Then I found the Resurrection Stone, ironically, in a cemetery in Yorkshire." Harry shivered. "I had to ask five different people for directions. The accent up there is so confusing..."

The room was silent as Tom processed the information. "Those things you got... were actually the three Deathly Hallows?"

Harry confirmed by nodding his head.

"Do you know how dangerous that is! So many people have died just to catch a glimpse of them!"

"And yet I found them all before dinner," Harry smiled. "It's fine. I'm fine! I just wanted you to feel better, you know. You've done so much for me in these past years and you've been struggling with this for a while, so I thought this might help you a little bit. Since I hold all three Hallows I'm the Master of Death, which technically means I cannot die, and since I hold a piece of your soul..." he trailed off. "Well, that means you're coming along for the ride too."

Tom was speechless. "You... found all three Deathly Hallows... just to make me happy?"

Harry blushed. "Well, I guess if you put it that way, yeah."

"Come here."

"Huh?"

"Come here."

Still looking slightly confused, Harry walked over to Tom's throne, where Tom easily dragged his arm down so that he could give that boy a passionate kiss. No one had ever done this for him before. And for Harry to be immortal by his side... he could see an eternity next to The Boy Who Switched. And if Rabastan came in to give the Dark Lord reports, but instead saw him doing unspeakable things to his right hand man— well, he'd keep that to himself.

FIN