Venom (гет)

“My mate...my soul…”
And then, his vision swam. The world began to darken at the corners; his lips, his ears, his fingers, and his toes all faded from his memory.
Something pulled at him, squirmed and writhed from somewhere within him. It itched, dragging him deeper into the nothing.
A soft voice began to speak, one he, somehow, knew he should have recognized, but couldn’t. It sang to him, carried him adrift.
“Sleep...and remember me…”
Harry closed his eyes, and then--
Nothing.