You know the warnings. Don't like? Don't read. The title was inspired by the song Strangelove by Depeche Mode.

Letters/diary
Parsletongue

Tom didn't know what to do. Cry. Laugh. Embrace Harry in a rib-crushing hug. A mix of the three. He chose to embrace Harry tightly,

"Tom. Let me breathe." He mumbled, the man loosened his grip with a sheepish apology.

"How the bloody hell are you alive?" Draco asked,

"You should know this by now, I'm impossible to kill. It's a curse." At their shocked faces, he rolled his eyes, "I have no idea. It just happens. I really should be dead." The Weasley twins grinned,

"You are a living miracle." Fred said, George nodded in agreement. He noticed Neville standing behind them awkwardly,

"Neville, get over here." The boy hurried to his side,

"Yes?"

"Thank you, thank you so much."

"Why are you thanking Longbottom?" Bellatrix sneered at the boy,

"He was with us the whole time, shielding me. And by the way, it's not your fault that the curse hit me. I can't even hold shields that strong." Neville flushed and dipped his head,

"I'm happy to aid you." Monty rolled his eyes,

"As much as I love these sentimental moments, your blood is driving me crazy."

"Sorry that I bleed when the man that was like a father to me just tried to murder me. Go yell at him, oh wait." Victor chuckled at his antics,

"Mortals are so amusing." Harry just sighed and drank a blood replenishing potion, he stood up shakily.

"Well. We won. Now what?"

"I say we all go get drunk." Rodolphus suggested,

"First we need to clean up all these bodies. Heal our side, and put the others in the dungeon." Harry commented,

"Merlin, Potter. You were on the verge of death a few minutes ago, and you don't even want to celebrate?" Draco snorted,

"I have absolutely no desire to celebrate. I'm tired." Tom smiled at the boy,

"Everyone, take care of them. Harry and I need to talk." They nodded, the two dark equals walked out.

"Sooo... are we just going to ignore that Harry said he loved The dark lord and kissed him?" Draco's mother slapped him lightly on the arm,

"Yes. That is their business, not ours. Now, let's get this cleaned up." They started working on that.

Harry felt dead, they entered Tom's quarters. He pretty much collapsed on the couch,

"Tea?"

"No thanks." Tom sighed and sat on the part of the couch that he didn't take up, next to his head.

"Is it true? Do you really love me?" Harry looked up with tired eyes,

"Yes, it's true. I wouldn't lie to you." The man smiled,

"It's nice to know that. I also love you." Harry had a warm sensation over his body,

"If I fall asleep here, wake me up."

"Alright." The man placed his head into his lap and ran his fingers through the raven locks.

"You're making me sleepy." Harry grumbled,

"I know. Sleep."

"That isn't fair." The boy mumbled, but he curled up to Tom and fell asleep quickly.

Harry woke a few hours later. In a soft bed. With a warm chest pressed against him. It was Tom. He watched the rise and fall of him breathing, so peaceful. As if he had not been almost killed that day. The boy sighed and cuddled up to the dark lord, but didn't sleep. He just listened, the sound of people walking around, the slight breeze from the window, the gentle puffs of air from Tom's lips. This was perfect, he could be happy like this forever. He listened to the thump of Tom's heart, it soothed him. He didn't move when Tom stirred, the man pulled Harry closer and tucked him under his chin, the boy's face tucked in the crook of his neck. He traced random patterns on the horcrux's back, the boy smiled against the man's neck. Tom must have felt it,

"Oh. You're awake." He pulled back,

"You were supposed to wake me up." Harry said softly,

"I know, I know. But you looked so tired I couldn't find the heart to wake you up. Sorry."

"It's fine, I probably would have had nightmar-never mind." Tom lifted up his chin,

"Nightmares? You have nightmares?"

"Yeah, they're terrifying. I always see someone dying, but lately it's been Sirius falling into the veil."

"Wait, you haven't gotten him back yet?"

"He's dead, Tom."

"Dead? Definitely not dead. The veil is fake, it's just black cloth with a door behind it. He fell unconscious. Didn't Dumbledore take him?"

"No." the man flinched,

"Well that's not good. He must still be stunned. Luckily, he won't be dead."

"But even if he was alive, he'd be in the ministry."

"I'll send Lucius to get him."

"I'm not sure if that's a very good idea."

"Why?"

"Well... Sirius has been 'dead' for a few months now. I'm sure he wouldn't want to see the face of Lucius Malfoy first."

"Then go with him." Harry's eyes were sparkling,

"Remus will be so happy to see him."

"I'm sure. Now, let's get you in some robes." The boy looked down, he was only wearing on of Tom's huge shirts that nearly hung to his knees.

"That's a good idea." The dark lord wandlessly summoned black robes,

"Go change. I'll size them for you." Harry nodded and ran off to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came back. The robes looked comically large on him, Tom chuckled and sized them.

"There. Stay here, I'll get Lucius." He got up and walked out the door, Harry sighed and laid down on the bed again. He waited for fifteen minutes, Tom came back.

"Alright, he's outside. Go, get your godfather." The man pushed him out the door, Lucius was standing in the corridor.

"Ready, Potter?"

"Yes." He responded shortly,

"Good. Hold on." He grabbed Harry's arm and they apperated away. The pair landed in the department of mysteries.

"Go find him. And do not touch anything." The boy nodded and ran to the room that had the veil in it. He quickly found it and pulled back the curtain, there lied his godfather. Harry enervated him and pounced on the man, hugging him tightly. Sirius jerked up, startled. He pushed Harry away from him and pressed his wand into the boy's ribs. The boy groaned in pain, he had hit the back of his head.

"Hey, hey. Calm down, Sirius." He sat up and lent against the wall,

"Who are you? What do you want?" The man snarled,

"I'm your godson, and I came to save you."

"I don't have a godson."

"This isn't funny anymore." Harry stood up and looked at him,

"Of course it's not funny! What the bloody hell are you even talking about?"

"Sirius, please stop. You're scaring me." The man pushed him against the wall,

"Stop lying, boy. I am not your godfather."

"But you are!" He cried, Sirius growled and drew back his fist, he punched Harry in the jaw. The boy collapsed from the force of it, the man kicked him in the ribs a few times, then ran away. The young wizard lie there for a few minutes, he just wanted to go home. Harry finally got to his feet and limped back to the waiting blonde.

"Where is he?" The boy paused,

"That's none of your concern." He said softly,

"Yes it is. And why are you limping? What happened?"

"He ran away."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know. It's like he didn't recognize me."

"And then what happened?"

"Nothing. Nothing happened."

"Really? Look at me." When Harry didn't, the blonde sighed and forced him to look by grabbing his chin. "So, absolutely nothing happened? Yet you still have a bruise and are grimacing in pain. What did he do?"

"Fine, the bastard hit me. Are you satisfied by my answer?" Lucius' eyes softened into a sympathetic look,

"I'm so sorry. You don't deserve that. Let's go back. I'm sure that the dark lord will heal and comfort you." He nodded and held onto the man's arm as they apperated away. Harry stood outside of the door,

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For trying." He answered quietly,

"Oh Harry, if you ever need anything or someone to talk to, my door is always open." The boy nodded and knocked on the door, which quickly opened.

"Were you successful?"

"No." Harry replied, the man frowned and pulled him inside.

"What happened?" Tom asked,

"There was something wrong with him. He didn't know me, then freaked out when I told him he was my godfather. Sirius pushed me against the wall and hit me. I fell and he kicked my ribs several times." The man looked alarmed,

"Lie down, on the couch." Harry obeyed, Tom came back, with his wand and a variety of potions and creams. "Drink these." He instructed, Harry drank them. He took out the cream and applied it to his face. "Take off your shirt." The boy winced, but did it anyway. The man inspected him, running his fingers over the ragged scars. He did a spell to help heal the bones and rubbed cream on his sides for bruising. Harry put his shirt on,

"You should go back to your room. My followers will get suspicious if you sleep in my quarters again.

"Tom, you seem to forget that I said I loved you and kissed you in front of your followers. They aren't suspicious, they know."

"True. But I don't want to hurt you when we're both in my bed."

"You sound as if you want me to leave so I don't sleep in your bed anymore."

"It's not that."

"Then what is it? Don't tell me you're bothered by our age difference."

"You're right, I do want you to go. I can't control myself around you, I don't want to do something that you're not ready for."

"Like what?" Tom sighed,

"Like kiss you, or touch you. I'm assuming that you're not quite ready for that yet."

"And why do you figure that?"

"Well. Your life hasn't been very great, you must be traumatized. And I thought you might think it'd be weird or something because you probably haven't experimented yet. You could be straight for all we know." Harry rolled his eyes,

"I'm not traumatized, a bit insane, yes. And these past few days have been strange, but I'm getting used to it."

"That's true, but there are other things that we need to think about."

"Like what? We won the war that we have both been fighting for years."

"Like our prisoners. Like recruiting other people. Like preparing for more battles." Harry shut his eyes,

"I know. But neither of us have been able to relax since this damn war started. I want to have a real life, Tom. I want to actually be happy for once."

"Little horcrux, come to me." The boy rose his eyebrows, but stood up and walked over to him.

"Yes?" Tom took his hand and pulled him forward. Harry fell into his lap with a quiet yelp, "what?" He asked,

"I'm going to make you happy. I'm going to give you a real life." He whispered into his ear,

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Harry inquired, feeling breathless.

"Im going to do that by kissing and touching you. Is that alright?" The boy quickly nodded in consent, turning so he faced Tom, legs wrapped around his waist.

"Just tell me if you want me to stop at any moment, I will."

"Ok." His intense avada kadevra green eyes bore into the dark lord's crimson ones, they were still for a moment. Tom lent forward and peppered his neck in soft kisses. Harry mewed as he nipped at the sensitive skin, running his tongue over it to soothe the mark. The boy wrapped his arms loosely around the man's neck, he kissed Tom gently. The man pulled away, Harry's cheeks were flushed, panting slightly, pupils enlarged in lust.

"Why'd you stop?" The boy asked,

"Are you alright? Are you uncomfortable?"

"I'm great and no." Tom nodded and looked up at him, the man's eyes were almost glowing.

"Good. Let's take this elsewhere, somewhere more fitting for this activity." He picked Harry up, the boy laughed, they went to the bedroom. The dark lord set him on the bed and quickly took off his shirt, then crawled on, making the bed dip. The wizards situated themselves and resumed in the fun. Harry kissed the man, he pulled back, bitting his lip and nervously looking down. Tom groaned in frustration, making him look up.

"Am I doing something wrong?"

"Merlin no."

"Then why did you make that noise?"

"You can't understand how much I desire you. I've never felt this way for anyone before." Harry's eyes widened,

"Really?"

"Yes." The boy stared at him in confusion, he smirked.

"I can probably satisfy that desire."

"You definitely can, but just kissing and touching. You aren't of age yet."

"Fine, fine." He muttered, Tom smiled and pulled the boy closer to him. Harry squirmed as the man practically lied on him. "I need to breathe, but you're crushing me." He grunted, the man grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry. What should I do then?" The boy smiled and rolled them over, he straddled him and planted kisses to his neck, chest, and lips. Tom sighed in content and wrapped his arms around Harry, efficiently stopping him.

"I'm tired. Let's sleep." The boy pouted,

"Fine."

"I'm sorry. You're a teenager, I'm 70 for Merlin's sake! You should find someone else closer to your age. Draco could fancy you, maybe even that vampire Monty." Harry scowled,

"No, they're just friends. Besides, I want you."

"I could be your grandfather, that's an age gap of 54 years." The boy pressed his face into the crook of Tom's neck.

"I don't care. You can't choose who you love."

"I could die at any moment, find someone younger."

"Anyone can die at any moment, that isn't a valid point." Tom traced patterns on his back,

"I know. People won't like it when they learn of our relationship. I don't want you to be hurt."

"We'll face this together." He replied stood stubbornly,

"This really isn't good for our reputations." Harry scowled,

"What is wrong? You aren't acting normal. And don't deny it."

"I can't tell you."

"Yes you can. You can tell me anything."

"Alright, if you want to hear so much.
I have to go to America."

"Why?" The man sighed and pushed him of his chest,

"Business."

"Am I coming with you?"

"No..." Harry looked down,

"How long?" He asked quietly,

"Two years." The boy sat up,

"But-"

"Stop, I'm leaving in a few hours."

"Tom! What the hell? Why didn't you tell me before?" Harry cried, the man glared.

"I've been busy winning this war. It's not my fault that you're overreacting." The boy's lower lip trembled, he nodded,

"You're right, I'm overreacting. Sorry." He quickly got up and walked out of the room. Harry ran to his room, he shut the door and collapsed onto his bed. That night, he cried himself to sleep.