Until the End of Time [Tomarry]

Chapter 2: It Was At This Moment, Voldemort Knew, He Screwed Up

Only a minute later, Voldemort strode in, in all his snake-face glory. "Well, well. It seems my Death Eaters have caught a blood traitor. How foolish must you be to trespass on my manor."

"Give Harry back, you cold-blooded murderer!" Sirius replied. His arms were bound behind his back in metal chains, forcing him on his knees.

'Glad to see Sirius still has spunk, even after he's captured and in the presence of the Dark Lord,' Harry mused.

The Dark Lord fingered his wand, bringing Sirius' attention to the stick. "I could kill you, but I won't."

Harry glanced at Voldy incredulously, squinting. Really? He was keeping his promise?

Voldemort continued. "Not yet, at least."

Dangit Tom.

"The Potter brat is safe. You'll find he has been.. enjoying his time here." To everyone else, Voldemort's emphasis would mean that Harry really isn't. To Harry and Voldemort, it means that his enjoyment comes from Voldy's pain.

"What have you done to Harry! Give my Godson back, you freak!"

Harry flinched. He did not like that word.

Harry also saw the buried emotions in Voldemort-Tom-come out for a split second. If he had blinked, he would've missed it.

In another split second, Voldemort's wand was pointed at Sirius. "Crucio."

Harry barely apparated in time to block the spell out. The red light fizzled out upon contact with his clothes, even while still invisible.

"Wha-" Sirius stared blankly, and Voldemort wasn't doing much better.

Harry removed the invisibility spell off of himself, letting his glare be seen clearly by Voldemort. "Tom, did you forget our deal?"

"You are not related to Black!" he retorted, and Harry could see he hesitated for a moment afterwards, questioning it. Already too late.

"I have told you that Sirius is my Godfather, have I not?" If it were a different situation, Harry would find it amusing that Voldemort was being stood up to by a three year-old.

Voldemort opened his mouth to say something, but froze, then closed it. There was no excuse; Harry had told him that Black was his Godfather, but it had escaped his mind. Sirius Black was Harry's family, and he had broken the one rule Harry made.

Harry continued. "I will be leaving, and taking Sirius with me." He paused, and something flashed in his eyes. "I know you're probably glad to get rid of me, anyways. I was nothing but a bother to you." He sent a lop-sided grin to the Dark Lord that looked a bit too real yet still so fake, then apparated away, taking Sirius with him. The chains fell to the floor with a clang.

The Dark Lord was left alone in the darkness of his dungeon. The faint glow of the candle was the only thing keeping the room from being pitch black, and it was just enough for him to see the remnants of where Harry had been just moments before.

Voldemort wanted to tell Harry-what did he want to tell the Potter brat? Now that the little menace was gone, it was true he wouldn't get pranked with muggle products, and that he wouldn't have to conform to the little devil's wishes, but...

Instead, the Dark Lord found himself frowning. He did not like that Harry was gone. His chest hurt, and his eyes were glued to the spot Harry was just standing on.

...He felt... lonely.

Empty.

.....

Harry and Sirius fell to the ground with a 'plop'. Well, actually, Sirius did. Harry landed perfectly fine, softly touching the snow on the ground.