It's All Just Temporary with a Bit of Necromancy

Chapter 36: Deal

Pushing away from the desk, Harry backed away rubbing his hands over his face and leaving the necklace on the desk. Marvolo stared at the necklace before slowly picking it up in his long slender fingers. "Can you not feel the pain it emits?" Harry whispered weakly. Now that he had let go of it, he could breathe a little easier but he could still sense the pain radiating from the necklace, it permeated the air of the small office. Harry thought he would choke on it if he remained for much longer. "Death warned me about this," he muttered and Marvolo looked back up at him, his grip tightening around the piece of his soul. "Death warned me but I didn't want to believe it. Not this. Marvolo, how could you? And you made more than just this one. Don't bother denying it, I know," Harry said when Marvolo opened his mouth to probably refute the statement. Harry assumed he'd guessed right when Marvolo shut his mouth once again. "Well? What do you have to say?"

"What do you wish me to say?" Marvolo asked, too quiet to be fully dismissive.

"The fucking truth!" Harry shouted before taking another deep breath. Be calm, be calm, he chanted to himself. "I want to know why. I want to know why a supposed genius like yourself would ever consider doing..." Harry trailed off and tugged at his hair, stepping away again and turning his back on the necklace and Marvolo.

"I don't see why I need to explain myself to you. You are my ally, not my keeper," Marvolo replied with a sneer.

Harry whirled around to face him again. He could practically see the walls forming before his very eyes. "I'm not asking as your ally. I'm asking as a bloody Necromancer whose job it is to make sure people don't do this shit."

"Considering all of this happened before your birth I don't believe my actions fall under your jurisdiction as it has already occurred and not in the process."

"Yeah, it happened before my time but now I have to fix it."

Marvolo jolted a bit. "Fix it? How?"

"Later. First, you need to start talking."

"No," Marvolo said, almost childishly, standing up from his chair. His arms were crossed and the necklace remained in his hand. He looked so cold and blank, more like a statue than ever. "I have no need to explain anything to you, as I said before. So you can just leave now."

"What?"

"You're leaving, yes? I've done something that goes against your Necromancer honor, my past is intolerable, and you won't be able to remain any longer," Marvolo said with a derisive scoff. "So leave."

Harry blinked, a cold chill suppressing the heat of his anger momentarily. "What are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere."

"And why not, I'm not allowing you to 'fix this'. We've sworn against attacking each other anyway. This may be a small piece but it is still a piece of me."

"Whoa, whoa," Harry said, holding his hands up as though to physically halt the conversation. "Marvolo, I'm not leaving. You told me before that you wanted me to stay and I... you know what, fine . You want me to leave. Fine. I will. I won't intrude on your life any longer," Harry said hotly, his anger and frustration and heartache fueling his temper. "But I still have to fix it. It's my job. You may think I'm nothing but Death expects me to fulfill my orders. I'll leave after." Harry took a few deep breaths, he had the sudden urge to cry and that made him angrier.

"Well, Death will just have to accept his minion —" Harry flinched "—failing at orders. We've sworn not to harm each other. You can't destroy it."

"Following orders surpasses our vow. And I don't have to destroy it to fix it." Harry had his arms crossed tightly in an attempt to hold himself together. He felt dizzy with the storm of emotions fighting within his chest. He'd fall apart in his room, but now he had to hold it together.