Sequel to Love Conquers everything.

Chapter 3

Securus looked up from his book as he heard the front doors open. He looked over at Draco and Padma, and saw they looked up as well. Serene, who sat beside him, stopped writing.

In the next moment they all jumped up and moved out. They came into the hall and the sight made them all gape.

Voldemort was carrying a man in his arms. Raven hair swayed slightly with every step, dull emerald eyes gazing forward. The expression was so empty. The man seemed to be in a coma. His feet were naked, his frame dressed in only a sleeping-robe as it seemed he had been taken away in a rush.

Securus looked at the pale face, and saw the faint scar on the forehead. He felt the air rush out of him while his eyes grew large. He heard Draco and Padma gasp and then Draco whispered:

"The Prince…"

Voldemort looked up from Harry's face and saw his son. He smiled lightly and said:

"Do you recognize him, Securus?"

"That's… that's Harry."

Serene gaped. The Dark Lord nodded and Draco said:

"Where was he, my lord?"

"In one of our hospitals," Voldemort replied. "In Australia. Padma, call Tessa right now. We need her."

"What's wrong?" Padma asked.

"Harry is not the same," the man said as he walked to the living room and set the raven-haired man down onto a couch gently. Said man did not react. "His soul is wrapped around his magical core. They informed me he was under a lot of pain when his soul just fled to the deepest corners of his mind."

"His soul fled?" Draco said, coming closer while Padma rushed to get the healer there.

"They didn't know what kind of pain, but they suspect it hurt more than having a hundred Crucio on you all at once," Voldemort said and the blonde man stared. "But I know we can make him come back."

"How?" Serene asked.

"He recognizes me," the Dark Lord said and tilted Harry's head up. "He reacts slowly but he knew who I was."

The emerald eyes shifted from the red-eyed man's face to Draco's. Harry tilted his head and Draco blinked. But Voldemort only smiled and sat down next to his lover.

"You recognize that face as well?" he asked the raven-haired man. "Come on, you did recognize Lucius and hit him over the head for the heck of it."

"He hit father on the head?" Draco asked, dumb-founded.

Voldemort was about to answer, when Harry suddenly said:

"Draco."

The blonde man whipped his head to look at his friend. Harry slumped against the Dark Lord, tiredly closing his eyes.

"He's been awake for too long," Voldemort said. "He needs a lot of rest but apparently they had to force him."

"They didn't know how stubborn he could be," Draco said with a slight smile.