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Chapter Sixteen

"I was…wrong."

"I know."

They both stood in silence, Tom unsure of what to say and Harry, waiting for him to speak. The Dark Lord sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. He tripped over his apology clumsily. It was hard to admit you were wrong. It was even harder to apologize for being wrong. Especially when you were in a position of power.

"I'm sorry." He forced out, choking on the words bitterly.

Harry caught his reluctance and smiled sardonically, shaking his head.

"No you aren't. Not sorry enough. If you were, it wouldn't be so difficult for you to apologize. You let your pride get in the way and you will have nothing to show for it in the end."

Tom glared for a moment before shrugging it off an abandoning his quest for forgiveness for the moment.

"Won't you come back? You must know that there is no assurance that anyone else will ever be with you." Tom pointed out calmly.

Harry, however, naturally took offense. His eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Oh? And what makes you think I haven't already found a replacement for you, Tom?" Harry asked, a wicked smirk curving onto his lips.

The Dark Lord's eyes flashed and a jealous rage filled the crimson."Who?" He demanded in a fit, stepping up against him threateningly.

Harry scoffed and turned away, knowing it would piss the man off immensely.

"As if the knowledge applies to you, Tom. You left ME, remember. Whose attentions I seek and who I sleep with are no longer any of your concern. You have no claim on me." The teen tossed out casually.

The Dark Lord hissed furiously, spinning him around so that he was forced to look at him once more.

"I will ALWAYS have a claim on you! You're mine! I will not accept anyone else touching you!" He seethed but the Inferi Lord shoved him away, his skin cold to the touch as his glamours fell away in his anger.

"You didn't seem to want me then! I will not accept you using me as some toy and tossing me away only to demand my return when I've found a new playmate! I do not belong to you! I never did and I never will!"

In the midst of their arguing, they did not realize that they had company until the Liche spoke aloud.

"Sable, I believe you were expected in my room ten minutes ago. I thought I would come and see what was holding you up." Silence stated, his eyes narrowing at the angry state the two were in and the domineering position the older man had taken over his beloved apprentice.

Harry's anger folded away into that same wicked smirk that he had shown moments before. Tom's eyes were dangerous now. Of course Harry had to prod him some more. He waltzed over to Silence, folding himself against the other undead body teasingly. He knew EXACTLY what it would look like to Tom. His suspicions would not be unfounded. He and Silence both had expressed interest in some sort of relationship. The Liche's arms found their way around him and Harry laid his head on his unbeating chest. Tom looked murderous now.

"Silence, meet my scorning ex-lover."Harry quipped. His master raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

Creed looked stoic but still angry in the corner.

"Hm. Very well. You are overdue, little one." The Necromancer purred himself, tilting Harry's chin upward with a single digit. He bowed politely to Tom. "Lord Voldemort." He stated simply before the two of them faded from the room.

Voldemort hissed, throwing his desk across the room and scattering papers and ink all over. What was that blasted boy thinking? What crazy scheme did he have cooked up in that little head of his? He was infuriating! He couldn't just accept his apology and let it be done. No! He had to throw it back in his face! Bloody brat! Delicious brat. Potter belonged to him! Not some meaningless Liche! He heard chuckling from the corner and turned around just in time to see Creed materialize from the shadows.

"Well, you are in a right state, aren't you?" The shadow chuckled darkly.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed at him.

"And what would you know, Shadow? You are in just as much luck with him as I am."

Creed hummed, settling himself comfortably at Voldemort's side. The seething Dark Lord paid him no mind and instead proceeded to pace back and forth, attempting to find a way to coax Harry back into his arms.

"You're right. I am in the same boat as you, as deplorable as it is to admit. However, I know just the remedy. What would you say if I could tell you just how to get Harry back here into your arms?" The Shadow asked, taking the seat that had once stood behind his now demolished desk.

Voldemort immediately became suspicious. Naturally. One did not become the Darkest Lord in history by being all sunshine and daisy gumdrops. It took suspicion and ruthlessness and the ability to charm others.

"Why would you want to help me?"

"Because I have more of a shot with Harry when he's with you, as much as you keep screwing it up. This Liche is, I hate to say, perfect. Perfect attitude, perfect body, perfect teacher. His name is Silence. If I can get him to come back to you, I can have him again as well. Do you see?"

"Unfortunately." Voldemort hissed with a sneer but did not refute his words, "And you know how to bring Harry back?"

"I do. I also know where he's been hiding and why you haven't been able to contact him."

He was certainly attentive now. It had been a mystery that had plagued him ever since his exlover's disappearance. None of his usual summons had worked. Creed nodded soundly with a wicked grin spreading over his pale face.

"Hogwarts of course."

Not for the first time concerning Harry, Voldemort saw red. Of course! Hogwarts! It was where Harry had been most comfortable in life. He cooled his simmering fury will a few deep breaths.

"Does the old man know?"

"Not yet. But I'll tell you who does…"

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