"Really?" Harry whispered, sounding far too young, for a teenager of fifteen. Opening his arms, Voldemort allowed the child to crawl into his lap, curling up against his chest, Voldemort assured him, "Really." Ron and Hermione still sat close, petting their friend to offer reassurance. But Snape could see that they too were drooping. The stars started to light up the sky, when the Dark Lord decided, "Let's put them to bed. Severus, you take Harry."