Seven

3

'I think I'm in this room alone. I come to the reality that it's a dream. I really wanna leave this place. I need someone to slap me in the fucking face'
"Are we alone?"
Hermione shook her head and Ron laughed.
"Make sure to bury you're dead."
Ron doubled over laughing.
"Before you alter you're mind." Hermione agreed.
"Before they come back to life!" Ron shouted.
Harry chuckled.
They walked down the path of the hallway, Harry skipping around.
Dumbledore looked sick as sick could be.
Everything was going according to plan.
Harry wanted to talk to Voldemort, before the man found out on his own.
They decided to head there when the sun set.
Harry shadow stepped all of them to the Malfoys meeting hall that night, laughing a bit.
"Potter! Get him!" Bellatrix screeched.
"All I know is that I don't feel safe. What if I'm losing my mind? I really think so..." Hermione smacked Harry.
"You created a monster, a hell within you're head." Ron chuckled out.
"Weasel goes pop!"
Harry and Hermione blinked.
"Ron?"
"Yea?"
"What the fuck?"
Ron shrugged.
Voldemort stared at the three of them, barely understanding anything they were saying.
Why would he?
They were a bit...crazy?
Was that the term?
"I really wanna leave this place...I guess I can't turn you off." Ron laughed.
Hermione and Harry blinked again.
"He needs resetting."
Hermione sighed and whacked Ron upside the head.
Hard.
He fell forward, only to leap back up.
"Stand up and shake it off, show us that you're still breathing." Ron shrugged and giggled as he got to his feet fully.
Hermione and Harry shrugged.
"Seems fine to me." Hermione said.
Voldemort blinked.
What the hell was happening?
"Harry careful!!" Ron screeched.
Harry looked at him alarmed.
"Don't fall down the rabbit hole."
He blinked.
"Fucking pain in my side, Weasley." He hissed in parseltongue as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You know," Hermione said and Harry looked at her.
"Someone pinch me, oh shit it's not a dream. Just make way for the king!"
Harry thought they were insane.
But then again, so was he.
"Yea, yea. I know mione."
Harry rolled his eyes and Hermione chuckled.
Voldemort blinked. What the fuck?
Malfoy junior stared at them, damn Potter was attracted.
"Entirely bonkers!"
"Yea now shut up, you're fucking off you're rocker." Harry hissed
"I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin." Hermione agreed.
Ron just laughed and sat down on the floor.
"I need to speak with you."
Voldemort blinked and nodded.
Following the boy to his office, Voldemort took a seat and motioned more Harry to sit as well.
"Albus will be dead in less than three days."
Voldemort's eyes went wide as Harry stood.
Walking towards him, Harry smirked a little.
"I love my baby," Harry say in Voldemort's lap, and wrapped his arms around the mans neck.
"That's why he has to die."
Voldemort narrowed his eyes.
"Yea I love my baby, you know I love him so."
Harry put Voldemort's hand on his hip, and leaned closer to the man, he tried to speak but Harry cut him off.
"I love my baby. That's why he has to go. I can't have these feelings for you man, I can't let them show. Self-control running low, pupils bowled up, but hold on to me."
Harry smirked suggestively.
"I love my baby, please don't let nobody know."
Voldemort sat paralyzed, as Harry kissed him.
With a quick wave of Voldemort's hand, he turned into Tom Riddle and kissed Harry back, gripping his hip and tugging his hair.
When they pulled away, Harry bit his lip and smiled a little.
"I told you not to fall down the fucking rabbit hole!" Ron shouted from the barely cracked door.
Harry rolled his eyes, and blasted a spell over his shoulder that had Ron yelping.
"Shall we take this someplace else?" Voldemort hissed to Harry as he rubbed the boys side.
Harry flicked his hand, the door shut and locked behind them.
"No,"
Voldemort raised a brow.
"I want you to fuck me here, against you're desk."
His eyes clouded. "Silencing charms?" He asked.
Harry shook his head and grabbed the front of the mans robes.
"I want them to all here just how much I have gone down the rabbit hole, only for you."
Harry got his wish that night.
But he also came to a conclusion.
Falling down the rabbit hole hurts.
And his second conclusion?
He liked it.