Sequel to Love Conquers everything.

Chapter 5

Securus saw his father get worse for each passing day. The longer Harry remained in the comatose state, the faster Voldemort was fading away.

The Dark Lord didn't eat well, didn't sleep well… frankly, he didn't look to care anymore. The emerald-eyed teen tried to make his father eat and sleep more but it was useless. Securus knew his father would spend hour after hour looking at his lover, a lover who didn't even know he was there. He could spend countless hours to slowly caress Harry's body, only being able to rest when he was sleeping with his head on the thin chest where he could hear the heart beat slowly but steadily through the thin sleeping-robe.

Securus loved both of his fathers, one out of just pure instinct, but if he had to choose one of them he would choose Voldemort. It was the father he knew, and the father he loved more than the other at the moment. So he would not let him die. No way.

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Voldemort stared at the goblet of water, almost wanting to sneer at it. He didn't feel like drinking anything. He didn't feel like eating anything. He just wanted back to Harry. He wanted back to his lover's side, see that face, hoping that the empty emerald eyes would suddenly fill with light and Harry would come back.

A fool's hope but hope nonetheless.

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Securus thought if the Dark Lord would not come to the food, the food had to come to the Dark Lord. One way or another, he would make his father eat.

He carefully opened the door and Voldemort looked up.

"Securus?" he asked with a frown.

"I thought we could have lunch in here," the teen said, holding up the tray with food. "Do you think Harry can eat any of this? Tessa sent some soup in a cup for him but…"

"I don't know," the Dark Lord said, uncurling from his spot on the chair. "We just have to see."

Securus put the tray down and Voldemort actually felt a bit hungry now. His stomach growled and he looked down at it, blinking.

"See? Even your stomach complains," his son said, putting on a smile. "Here, some hot soup Tessa made. No potions in it, she promises."

The Dark Lord smelled the thick broth and gently took a sip. It was heavenly good, just the way he loved it. Securus watched his father eat for a little bit before taking the cup of lukewarm soup and gently lifting the thin man's head. He put the cup against cool lips and dull eyes shifted, body tensing. So he was aware enough to feel that. Securus felt a small amount of magic building up inside Harry and realized he had to explain the contents in the cup was not dangerous.

"Soup," he gently informed. "Good soup; you will like it, father."

He was speaking to a person practically in a coma but did not care. And it seemed to work as the body slowly relaxed. Harry slowly let his son pour it in, and swallowed. His eyes closed after a while, like he enjoyed the taste.

"What soup is it?" Voldemort suddenly asked.

"I don't really know," Securus said. "It smells a bit like chicken."

"Harry loves chicken," Voldemort said, almost dreamily. Securus stared; maybe his father was more far gone than he expected.