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Harry Potter is sick. And he's dying.
Voldemort can't take his eyes out of the scenes inside the Dursleys' in the Little Whinging. He must be more insane due to the horcruxes he made when he was a teen.
Instead of a spoiled, pompous, brat child. Potter, the one who is supposed to defeat him, The Dark Lord, is now on his deathbed.
In a fucking cupboard under the stairs.
Full of scars in his body, a black eye, a blood dripping from his head, and seems to have broken bones and ribs, that's what Voldemort first saw when he entered the house.
'And Dumbledore claims to be the most powerful wizard when he can't even put a ward.'
He walks to the house, ignoring the whale man who's apparently named Vernon, not that he cares to learn his name but his horse like wife is currently stopping him to lurge into him.
'What a stupid muggles'
"Silencio." He casts and walks straight ahead to the opened cupboard.
Harry Potter is shivering, though he's not sure if it's because he fears him or because he's in pain.
"Potter. This is not what I expect for someone who's supposed to defeat me." He hissed.
"W-who are y-you?" Potter whispered that shocked Voldemort.
"What do you mean who am I? I am Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord, the ruler of the wizarding world!" Voldemort said. His crimson eyes seem to be more vibrant in the dark cupboard.
"Are— are you here to save me?" The child whispered, then coughed. He tried to sit up straight, pushing himself up with his uninjured hands.
Voldemort, not realizing his action, went straight to the kid and held him. He put Potter in his lap, cradling his head.
"Stop moving child!" He hissed. Potter just looks at him, and he can't stop himself looking at those vibrant, green eyes that even the killing curse cannot compare. It's so green, that Voldemort thinks he can just spend his life staring at those eyes.
"Whoever you are-" he coughed out blood. No, this can't be happening! "T-thank you, please don't kill them." Potter said.
He doesn't know what's happening. It's not supposed to be like this! "No, you can't just leave me here, you're supposed to defeat me you insolent child! Don't close your eyes!" He said, almost hissing all the 's in anger.
But what he didn't realize, his eyes started to get wet.
Lord Voldemort is crying. And it is because of Harry Potter.
How cliche.
"Oh no, d-don't cry" Potter said and started to cry too.
"Please don't cry your hearts out"