Harry's mind was still swirling with questions by the time his next session with Tom came around. He's spent the past week thinking of nothing but the face of the man that inspired fear and loyalty in so many.

    He'd never bothered to wonder why there were hundreds so unquestionably loyal to someone considered a monster by officials, but now that's all he thought about. The crazed look in Ginny's eyes had rattled him, and he didn't know how he felt about the pure awe that had coursed through him when he realized just how powerful this Lord Voldemort was.

    The last two sessions he had spent with the man were barely an introduction to the enigma of a criminal that the self proclaimed Lord Voldemort was. Harry was told he was cruel, manipulative, and plain evil. Harry had concluded after meeting him that he was more. Harry now didn't know what to think about the man, but he was even more eager to find out.

    Today, he had shown up for their weekly meeting first. Sitting in the uncomfortably hard chair and flipping through the files that he had had to have read over a hundred times, he couldn't stop the feeling of anticipation in his chest.
  
    He nearly felt like he was vibrating as Tom was finally walked in by the guards through the double doors across the room and led to his usual seat. He had a smug smile on his face as soon as he saw Harry, and the psychiatrist hoped that the dazed expression on his own wasn't too prominent.

   Tom sat down opposite him, his chains clanking loudly in the empty room, but his pompous face never wavered, and he spoke first, "My, my, Harry, you're early! Did you miss me that much?" He seemed to revel in the fact that Harry couldn't keep the embarrassment off of his face, and his smile grew wider. "Don't worry dear Harry, I missed you too."

     Harry's blush grew and he quickly spoke up to move the conversation on track, "I went to visit Ms. Ginny Weasley last week. She seemed to have a lot to say about you."

    He paused to give the other a chance to respond, and Tom immediately leaned forward in expectancy, "Oh? Good things only, I hope." He had an amused look in his eyes and Harry knew that The Dark Lord knew exactly what had been said about him.

   Harry's lip twitched upwards, and he tried not to smile at the other man's blatant arrogance. There was something about him that made his ego charming instead of distasteful. Maybe it was because it seemed the arrogance was well-earned. "She proclaimed you as her Lord, Tom. I was not expecting that, I must admit. I was led to believe you had done terrible things to this woman, and you never once countered those beliefs."

    Tom leant back, his blood red eyes boring into Harry's bright green ones. He seemed to be searching for something, or maybe waiting for the other to break eye contact first, but Harry continued to stare back, doing his own search into the soul of Hogsmeade City's most feared criminal.

    "Well, truthfully Harry, I just wanted to see how easy you scare, but what I found was so much more fascinating." Tom paused, watching as Harry unconsciously shifts in his seat, leaning towards Tom in apprehension and confusion. "You wear your emotions like a second skin, you realize."

   He had brought his voice down to a whisper, and Harry's felt tingles go up and down his spine as he brought his face closer. He hadn't even realized how close they'd gotten to each other, until he heard the clanking of Tom's chains and one of his hands came up to brush a thumb on Harry's cheek. "It's abhorrent, really, letting everyone know just exactly how you feel. Weak. But you're not weak are you? No, I saw it, the first day we met."

    Harry's eyes were half closed, and he ignored the turmoil inside that told him he shouldn't be enjoying this intimacy with his patient. He didn't know what Tom was going on about, but it didn't matter. He was looking at him with a fierceness that made Harry's gut tighten. The light in his red eyes was almost possessive, and Harry couldn't ignore the fact that he almost welcomed that idea.

    Tom continued whispering, bringing his mouth closer to Harry's ear, and he shuddered in anticipation. "I know what you are Harry. You're like me. You weren't scared of all the terrible things people said I did to Ginny, oh no."

    His breath fanned over Harry's neck, their cheeks pressed together as Harry's eyes fully closed in acceptance of the situation. "You were excited, my sweet Harry, you wanted to know more. Oh, how would your precious Dumbledore feel if he knew of your depraved interests? He'd probably lock you up right with me." He paused and chuckled, leaning back a bit to give Harry a light kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Maybe you'd like that."