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Second Chances	By : Slayer-of-Destiny Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 22297 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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Chapter two

Harry woke up swaddled in warmth from where he had formed a nest with his blanket and was curled around his stomach the way he had become accustomed to doing. The sheets were soft and made of silk, a heavy duvet covered his body. Stretching slightly he yawned and pressed his hand to his stomach swelling out his magic and feeling the small content buzz of his baby's magic, it was the first time he had felt it being truly content giving that there had always been an edge of fear and worry due to Harry's own worry and the constant barrage of termination spells. Now however the baby was giving warm, happy and content feelings. Grinning he stretched out properly before looking around the room he was in sleepily. Cherry wood panelling with silver and green tapestries hanging from the walls, a pure white carpet covered the floor, and he was in a large king size four poster bed was covered in silver hangings, the duvet was a forest green to match the pillow cases. He was stunned by how beautiful the room was, there was even a large window letting lots of sunlight in as Harry liked.

"Is the room to your liking?" A deep baritone voice had Harry sitting up and spinning to look to the side of his bed, he found a couch against the wall with a slightly ruffled looking Dark Lord sitting up on it as a blanket fell to his lap.

"Y...yes, it's beautiful...why did you sleep on the couch?" Harry asked confused.

"I didn't think you would appreciate waking up next to me in the same bed as you, and you weren't awake enough last night when I was telling you what to do when you woke up. So I slept on the couch so as not to have you wandering around the mansion before I ensure you are safe," Tom responded before yawning tiredly.

"Oh...thank you. The baby is very happy," Harry offered sitting up properly in the bed.

"It is? You can feel that?" Tom asked standing and hesitating. Harry was slightly stunned at the longing and exposure in the crimson eyes of who had been his enemy only a day ago, smiling softly he held out his hand to Tom in offering, he searched Harry's face for a second before accepting the hand and allowing himself to be tugged over to the bed, he sat down on the edge and allowed Harry to place his hand over the bump. Swelling out his magic again Harry allowed the baby's magic to channel through him to Tom. Tom jumped before staring at Harry's bump stunned and started gently stroking it again, the warm buzz got a little higher causing both of them to gasp.

"It's really there...a baby..." Tom said softly.

"Kind of a shock, huh," Harry smiled settling back against the headboard.

"Just a little, especially considering we...our past relationship. I just can't believe you actually came to me," Tom glanced up at Harry and caught a faint smile on the teenagers lips.

"Eight weeks ago I would never have dreamt of coming to you for anything besides to attempt to kill you. Now..." Harry sighed and looked away.

"And now?" Tom pushed.

"And now I'm not so sure that the light side is exactly what it says on the tin. I...I was never given a choice you know, to choose which side, it was just 'hey Harry your the chosen one, warrior of the light side, so fight for us' no one asked. They lied to me, they kept things from me, Dumbledore pushed and pulled and guided me towards all those confrontations that we had. This was the last straw. I want to have this baby, I want a family, someone that I can care for, that I can love and that will love me back...they tried to take that away from me, they tried to stop me from living, from having a life, from being happy again, simply because they want their little weapon, they don't care whether I'm happy or not they just want to be able to plonk me down in front of you, stick my wand in my hand and hide behind my back. I decided to do something for me instead. Something for us," Harry said looking down at his bump rubbing it tenderly.

"We will look after our baby, we will give our baby the life it deserves, we will protect our child. And while we're doing that you will love and nurture and bring up our child, I will protect you both, provide for us, secure us a proper life, a life and world our child deserves to grow up in. We will make sure that our child has the love and life it deserves, I promise," Tom said seriously.

"Do you mean that?" Harry asked suspiciously eyes searching over Tom's face.

"Your swore on your magic last night you wouldn't raise your wand to me except in defence. Now I'll return the favour. I swear on my magic that I will protect you and our child, that I will keep you and our child safe, protected and well cared for, that you are both happy. I swear to ensure all those things to the best of my ability. I will never hurt you or our child Harry, I swear it," Tom vowed. Harry stared at him stunned, when he had made the vow not to attack Tom he hadn't expected anything in return, the best he had expected was to be allowed to stay to give birth. The very loud rumbling of his stomach interrupted the moment and caused Harry to blush and smile sheepishly. "Have you been able to eat properly?" Tom asked concerned as he stood and pulled a robe from the wardrobe for Harry.

"Not really, I might not know a lot about pregnancy but I do know that stress isn't good for the baby so I would only leave my room to eat, but generally I wouldn't be able to stomach very much no matter how much I tried to force myself to eat given they were always going on about how wrong the baby was and crap like that," Harry sighed.

"I would like you to see a healer, to check you and the baby out properly. You can say no but..." Tom said tightly clearly trying to treat Harry as an equal which warmed something in Harry's chest. He reached out and touched Tom's arm not wanting him to continue.

"I'd be glad to have a healer check that everything's ok, it would put your mind at rest and mine," Harry smiled.

"Alright, lets go get some breakfast then a healer," Tom nodded. The two of them made their way through the halls with Tom pointing out what different rooms were for. Eventually they stopped at the dinning room and Tom opened and held the door for Harry allowing him to slip in. Harry blinked and gulped at the sight of a full set of Malfoy's, Snape, Bellatrix, Rabastan, Rodolphus and Fenrir Greyback seated at the dinning table, their eyes all on him from the second he stepped into the room. Just as Bellatrix was drawing her wand and standing Tom stepped inside and blocked Harry from view. "Harry will be staying with us from now on. He is not to be upset, annoyed, or hurt in any way or I will be extremely angry! If you raise a wand to cast even a silencing charm at him you will regret it. You are to treat him as you would treat me," Tom said in a deadly tone that quickly had everyone nodding, even Grayback who had a knowing glint in his eye as he watched Harry as Tom seated him to his right making everyone have to move down a seat despite the protests Harry made until Tom shot him a look. He got the same look again when he tried to protest when Tom started serving him food. Once he had a bit of everything on his plate Tom stared at him until he started eating.

"That's creepy you know," Harry muttered before he started on his scrambled eggs.

"I'm a Dark Lord, what do you expect?" Tom asked dryly startling a chuckle from Harry. "What do you want to drink?" Tom asked scanning the table sceptically.

"Do you have any fruit tea? It calms my stomach," Harry asked uncertainly.

"I don't think so...Missy!" Tom called startling Harry slightly until a House elf popped in. She wasn't like any house elf Harry had seen before though, she was wearing a miniature blouse and skirt in white and royal blue with what Harry guessed was the Slytherin crest sewed onto her blouse in silver thread. She curtseyed daintily to Tom.

"What can Missy be getting for Great Master Tom?" she asked politely.

"I would like you to get some fruit tea for Master Harry, and stock up on it please," Tom requested.

"Of course Great Master Tom, Master Harry Missy will be being right back with your tea," Missy's wide eyes went to Harry as she curtseyed before popping out. Harry had no doubt the knowledge of 'Master Harry' being in the building would be passed around the house elves in no time. He could see the rest of the table besides Severus and Lucius gawping at them both, Bellatrix and Draco looked as though they had swallowed something particularly vile, which naturally made Harry have to hide his smirk as he turned to Tom.

"You don't have to fuss you know, any tea would have done," He said softly, blushing when Tom turned to look at him.

"You wanted fruit tea?" Tom said slowly.

"Well yes..."

"And it helps settle your stomach and so make you more comfortable?"

"Yes, but I don't want you putting yourself out for me," Harry mumbled looking down at his plate.

"Harry, Harry look at me. I'm going to fuss over you, so get used to it," Tom said simply before pouring Harry a cup of the fruit tea that popped onto the table in front of Harry. Biting his lip he looked at Tom before sighing and sipping the tea gratefully. Breakfast was a silent affair as Harry was busy eating hungrily, Tom wasn't exactly chatty, Lucius and Severus were watching everything in amusement and the others didn't know what to say about the situation or what was going on.

"Great Master Tom, Healer Burns is here to see you, Missy is being putting him in the green room as you be requesting," Missy popped back in just as Harry was sipping at his tea, happy to have a full stomach and a relatively calm – in comparison – eating atmosphere.

"Thank you Missy, Harry are you finished?" Tom asked.

"Yes thank you," Harry smiled draining his cup with a satisfied sigh.

"Are you sure? Healer Burns will wait as long as you need!" Tom insisted.

"Honestly I'm done, if I eat anymore I'll burst," Harry smiled.

"Alright, Missy you are to serve Master Harry, anything he wants whenever you are to respond straight away. Do you understand?" Tom asked firmly. Missy's eyes were wide again as they looked between Harry and Tom.

"Missy is being understanding, she is looking after Master Harry," Missy curtseyed.

"Thank you Missy. Harry if you want anything, food, drink, a book, something to do, a cloak if you want to go outside, if you need to get me, call Missy. Now come, Rabastan, Rodolphus I want you to come as well," Tom was clearly learning quickly as he didn't give Harry time to argue before standing and pulling out his chair for him while the two Lestrange brothers stood quickly themselves.

"My Lord is there anything you wish for us to do?" Lucius asked politely.

"No you may...actually...I want you to take Draco and Blaise to the Weasley twins joke shop in Diagon alley. Inform them that Harry is safe and that should they or Ms Granger wish to visit they may. Severus you are to go to Hogwarts and see what plans and reactions Harry's escape have brought up," Tom ordered.

"My Lord," both men bowed before Lucius practically dragged a stunned Draco from the room.

"Come Harry," Tom shook Harry from his stunned gawping by placing his hand on the base of Harry's back and leading him from the room. The walk through the manner was silent and to Harry slightly uncomfortable. The Lestrange brothers kept shooting him curious looks, though Harry was surprised to find a lack of hostility there. Eventually they reached a room which Tom opened the door for and motioned Harry in. The room was aptly named. Jade green walls were matched with an emerald green carpet, curtains and a deep, almost black, green marble fireplace. Two black leather sofa's stood in front of the fire with an ornate coffee table between them, a large bookshelf stood to one side of the room packed with leather bound books and a writing desk and chair stood beside it. It was only after Harry had taken in this sea of green did he notice the man sitting on a window seat of a large bay window. He was tall and slightly gangly, black and grey hair was slightly wild, he was wearing a pair of neat black slacks with a blue shirt un-tucked and navy blue robes laying open on top, the pocket of the robes had a wand and bone crossed on it. Stormy blue eyes were staring at Harry and Tom's arm where it was clearly resting on Harry's back stunned.

"Healer Burns," Tom nodded as Rabastan and Rodolphus stepped into the room and closed the door behind themselves. Tom led Harry over to one of the sofas as Healer Burns stood and bowed.

"My Lord, Mr Potter," Healer Burns said politely walking over.

"I am pleased you came so swiftly," Tom said as he conjured an armchair for the Healer and motioned Rabastan and Rodolphus to the other sofa.

"I have to admit I was shocked to receive you request to come My Lord," Healer Burns smiled.

"Whys that?" Harry asked curiously glancing between Tom and the Healer. Tom pinched his lips together as Healer Burns grinned.

"My Lord finds me too opinionated to put up with generally," Healer Burns said cheerfully getting a laugh from Harry.

"I thought you would prefer someone like Healer Burns than a yes man," Tom said uncomfortably.

"Thank you," Harry smiled at him brightly.

"Ah so I am here for Mr Potter then? What seems to be the issue then?" Healer Burns asked cheerfully looking between them.

"It's not really an issue...I'm pregnant," Harry shrugged. The Healer blinked at him while the Lestrange brother's jaws dropped.

"Oh...alright...erm...well..." Healer Burns stammered, his eyes flicking to Tom and then back to Harry.

"For Merlin's...yes Burns, the baby is also mine's. Lucius Malfoy hit Harry with a mispronounced and rebounded statim ubertas seconds before I hit him with a pure blast of my magic to try and weaken Harry. As it is..."

"Ah, very interesting, the blast of pure magic and the statim ubertas reacted together, the purist of your essence in reality and formed the baby. It would only happen in two beings with a lot of power behind them...in fact I doubt it would have worked for anyone with only a little less power than you My Lord, and Mr Potter is clearly very powerful as well to have managed to create and hold a magically created baby," Healer Burns mused.

"Hold? What does that mean?" Harry asked worriedly, his hand automatically going to his stomach.

"Burns?" Tom growled out while placing his hand on Harry's knee.

"Oh no need to worry My Lord, Mr Potter. There is a high risk in male pregnancies of miscarriage in the first month, after that though it is like any normal pregnancy. Your magic is clearly strong so I doubt we run any risk of that. Now how far along are you?" Healer Burns smiled comfortingly.

"Four and a half months," Harry said still looking worried.

"You are well and truly out the danger time then. Now do you have morning sickness?" Healer Burns asked conjuring parchment and a quill.

"Yes, its less frequent in the last couple of weeks but I still do occasionally get sick," Harry nodded.

"That's to be expected, your in your second trimester now, so generally the sickness should pass sometime this month, however each case is different so don't quote me on that," Burns winked at him getting a small smile. "Now when were you last checked by a healer?" Burns asked with a smile before it dropped as Harry tensed.

"I believe the last time Harry was checked by a healer was when it was confirmed that he was pregnant seven weeks ago. Harry has had numerous termination spells shot at him over the last seven weeks," Tom said in tone that sounded nothing but deadly.

"W...what! Who..." Burns gasped staring wide eyed between them.

"The Order, they weren't too pleased with the fact that I wanted to keep my baby when half of it was Tom's," Harry shrugged but his body language clearly told them how much it hurt. Tom placed his arm along the back of the sofa and Harry glanced up at him with a grateful smile.

"How...how are you still..." Burns stammered.

"A shield formed every time they tried," Harry shrugged frowning. "Is that not normal?" he asked.

"No Mr Potter, its not, though considering the two father's and the circumstances. My Lord will I be allowed to shoot a cheering charm at Mr Potter?" Burns asked hesitantly

"No! Harry are you comfortable with me doing it?" Tom asked.

"My Lord, I have some suspicions about the situation so I would like for someone else to cast a spell and then you. You need to be able to trust me with your baby's life My Lord if I am to look after Mr Potter through the pregnancy and deliver the baby," Burns protested before Harry could say anything. Tom stared at the man for a few seconds, Harry suspected he was performing legillimency, before giving a tight nod.

"Very well, but if anything happens to either of them it will be your life!" Tom warned.

"I expected nothing less My Lord. Right Mr Potter I'm going to cast a simple cheering charm, that's all I swear. Ready?" Burns smiled warmly at Harry who gave a tense nod. The charm was cast but just before it hit Harry a green and gold shield sprang to life in front of Harry blocking it. "Alright My Lord, your turn," Burns said excitedly. Eyeing the man in distaste Tom drew his wand and cast the charm watching as Harry burst into giggles.

"What did that prove?" Tom asked as Harry calmed down when he removed the charm.

"It's amazing My Lord, this hasn't been heard of since the time of the Founders themselves! Mr Potter's magic acts naturally to block any threat to him or the baby, because of the circumstances this has become any spell aimed at them, and blocks. However it recognises your magic as being the other half of the baby's essence and so allows your magic through. It means Mr Potter's magic knows you are no threat to him and the baby," Burns explained.

"You mean my magic has become sentient?" Harry frowned.

"In a way all magic is sentient our entire lives, that's why when we are younger and more vulnerable accidental magic is more common, the magic reacts. Was there a situation where you were unable to verbally cast a shielding spell that may have triggered this to start?"

"When we first found out I passed out. While I was unconscious they tried to terminate the baby but my shield popped up and stayed up till I woke, it's been coming up since then every time they cast the spell," Harry said quietly.

"What does all this mean though?" Tom frowned at Burns.

"It means that you and Mr Potter are two of the strongest wizards of our time, and that the little Lord or Lady in there is going to do both her parents very proud," Burns smiled. Harry beamed brightly at his stomach before looking at Tom who had a small smile of his own, the three other wizards in the room staring at it stunned.

"I want you to give Harry a full health check as well as the baby," Tom demanded turning back to Burns who frowned.

"I'll have to check whether the shield will allow medical spells through, I'll try a diagnosis charm first alright?" Burns looked at the two of them, waiting until they nodded before casting the spell. Everyone waited with baited breath as the spell hit Harry and no shield popped up. "That would be a yes, alright lets have a look," Burns scanned the parchment that popped out of thin air with a small frown.

"Is everything alright?" Harry asked concerned as the frown deepened.

"Hm, yes everything is fine with the baby, it is you I am worried about Mr Potter. You have been seen by Madame Pomphrey since you started Hogwarts haven't you?" Burns frowned looking up. The other four in the room looked confused when Harry let out an amused snort.

"Not including my yearly run ins with Tom which generally ended with me in the Hospital wing I am...was one of the most frequent visitors to that place. Why?" Harry had a good idea what this was about.

"If you were a frequent visitor then I have no idea how...its impossible...a simple scan would have brought up alarm bells...this is..."

"Burns! Either you desist from your rambling and tell us what you are going on about or we will be having to find another healer and you will find yourself a patient on the Long term unit!" Tom snapped angrily causing Burns to jump and pale. Harry laid his hand on Tom's arm and frowned slightly at him getting his scowl to ease up a little.

"I apologise My Lord, Mr Potter. I just can not understand how Pomphrey didn't notice this. In fact she had to have and just didn't treat it! Mr Potter you are malnourished, quite badly so, in fact without treatment I would say that the only way you would have been able to conceive naturally would have been with using something like the statim ubertas spell. It is treatable still but two more years and the damage would have been beyond the help of even magic. Your eyes are severely damaged, that will take a lot of repairing, your glasses clearly aren't the right prescription. You have twenty eight mishealed breaks to your bones. My spell also tells me you have...bad scarring," Burns said swiftly his eyes showing his horror at the situation. Harry's hand tightened on Tom's arm where he had still had it laid.

"Harry...Harry look at me now!" Tom gripped his chin and turned his head around so he had to look at him when he refused to do so himself. "Harry...where did you get those scars from? And the broken bones and malnourishment?" Tom asked softly, his tone not deceiving Harry one bit. He could see the growing storm and fury behind Tom's red eyes. He shook his head frantically, eyes flicking away and then back again. "Harry, you either tell me and I deal with it, or I jump to most likely correct conclusions and deal with it," Tom hissed out not releasing his chin or easing his intense stare.

"I...I...It...The...The Dursley's...my relatives...I...they made me sleep in the cupboard under the stairs until I was eleven and got my Hogwarts letter addressed to there...they thought they were being watched and moved me into Dudley's second bedroom...I...I had to do chores from four...they treated me worse than a house elf...I had to cook as soon as I could reach the counter and cooker by standing on a chair...they...they would only let me eat the leftovers...my uncle...he...he...he wanted to...to b...beat the freakishness out of me...said I wasn't normal...a...f...freak...I thought that was my name until I was five and went to school... Dudley would beat me up...he...he broke a bone for the first time when we were six...snapped my arm and just...just laughed...Vernon congratulated him and then said...he said freaks like me don't deserve to be treated...he...he left it to heal and all the others...my aunt would make splints for me...so...so I could do my chores..." Harry stammered out the explanation. His eyes locked on Tom's. He watched the fury building and building before he felt a gentle push in his mind, the image of Private drive and the outside of number four flashed in front of his eyes before it was gone again.

"They will pay for what they did to you. No one will harm you like that again! No one will touch you!" Tom snarled before standing swiftly. "Burns you fix everything, I don't care the cost or the time, you reverse what those animals did! Rabastan, Rodolphus Harry is under your charge! If one hair on his head is ruffled the wrong way you will regret it! You guard him with your lives! I will come back soon, this is your room now, do what you like but don't wander way from this floor of the wing or Rabastan and Rodolphus until I get back!" Tom demanded before sweeping out of the room. Deadly silence filled the room for the next few moments before someone perched on the sofa beside Harry and wrapped a muscled arm around his trembling shoulders. Blinking Harry looked up into the worried and horrified brown eyes of Rabastan Lestrange.

"Don't worry Little Lord, Our Lord will make sure those beasts can't hurt you anymore, they will get everything they deserve. And we will look after you," Rabastan said gently as he hugged Harry to his chest. The Lestrange brothers were almost identical in their appearances, curly brown hair that fell down to just brush their shoulders. Warm, honey brown eyes, both were about 6,1 and broad to match it, their frames were muscled and heavy. However there was also a gentle, calming air around them. Harry bit his lip before allowing his trembling frame to rest against Rabastan's larger one.

Over the next hour and a half Healer Burns went over all the different potions and healing procedures he would do to get Harry back to the health he should be in and reverse the damage before going over the pregnancy and what to expect with Harry before promising to send some good books over. Burns had only been gone twenty minutes at the most when the door opened and a satisfied Tom walked into the room to find Rabastan, Rodolphus and Harry chatting away. They all looked up cautiously when he walked in.

"Rodolphus, Rabastan you may go. When I am not going to be with Harry I expect you to be close to him in case he needs you. Leave now," Tom said briskly motioning to the open door. The brothers bid goodbye to Harry and bowed to Tom before disappearing down the hall. Tom closed the door after them and came to sit back on the sofa with Harry.

"Did you get them?" Harry asked quietly, not sure what he wanted the answer to be.

"They are currently locked in the dungeons here. Are...are you alright?" Tom asked clearly trying to hide his concern as he scanned Harry's face.

"Yes, I'm fine. Healer Burns went through the treatment, it should take two months of potions and such. He's going to send potions over for tonight but he said he would send the instructions over as you would probably prefer Severus to make them. He's also going to send over the instructions for prenatal potions I should take daily," Harry rambled slightly.

"That is good, he is correct I wish for Severus to make them. We need to discuss our situation. We have agreed not to kill each other, I have agreed to look after you and the baby, but we need to decide for the long term what we will do," Tom said uncomfortably.

"Long term?" Harry asked confused.

"I understand that our past has been...horrific, and that until recently you saw me as no more than a mad, disgusting monster. But you are the other father of my child and I wish for you to be happy and safe, for our child to have a happy childhood..."

"The childhood we didn't have," Harry finished.

"Correct. You have done much for the dark side simply by being here. I wish for you to be safe and for you to be here to look after our child. For those purposes I would ask you to remain in the mansion and mansion grounds at all times while you are pregnant, after that I have no real say in your life besides that I wish nothing to happen to you and that you would remain in the safety here. Until I have the Wizarding world under my control and secured I would rather you stayed here," Tom requested awkwardly.

"Alright...what do you want from me?" Harry asked slowly. Tom however finally turned to look at him confused.

"From you?"

"Well, your offering me safety, my life, our child's life. What do you want from me in return?" Harry clarified.

"I want nothing from you in return besides your promise to stay in the mansion's grounds while you are pregnant and to consider staying afterwards until it is under my control out there," Tom frowned.

"But...you must want me to do something besides what I would willingly do anyway, for your side?" Harry asked completely confused now. However he stilled when he saw the same dark look on Tom's face as he had seen when the Dursley situation had come up.

"I am not Dumbledore Harry. I won't ask for anything you don't freely think up and want to give. If you wish to have nothing more to do with the war then you will stay here, in safety and look after our child, and I will provide protection and do all I can to make sure you are happy living within these walls. You are carrying my heir Harry, you have given me the gift of a child and you have given me the war almost certainly. You have done more than enough if you wish to look at it as paying for your place here," Tom said firmly.

"Oh...no one's ever..."

"No one has ever given you something without expecting in return, no wonder you wished to escape so eagerly," Tom sighed. "What did you think of Healer Burns, is he acceptable?" Tom asked.

"Yes, I liked him. I liked Rabastan and Rodolphus as well...erm did you assign them to be my bodyguards?" Harry asked with a small frown. Tom gave a light chuckle.

"I thought you would like Healer Burns, and yes they are your bodyguards. I plan on holding a meeting tonight and informing the Death Eaters of what has happened. The prophecy and how it is now null and void and why, yourself, the baby and the fact that if anyone touches you they will regret it. but I still want to make sure you are safe. Rabastan and Rodolphus can't leave the mansion often for the obvious reason, plus they are more soft hearted than most of the others, I thought they would be easier for you to get on with," Tom explained.

"They're not going to turn into Crabbe and Goyle jr are they? Trailing me everywhere?" Harry frowned.

"No do not worry. I am having this wing of the mansion changed for you and the baby, this is the first room that was completed. This wing will be yours and the baby's," Tom explained. "I will simply ask Rabastan and Rodolphus to be close at hand should you need them, and that they are with you when you go outside but only at watching distance unless you request their company,"

"Your having the entire wing changed? For us?" Harry blinked. "Will you be close?" He asked nervously. Tom looked at him curiously, clearly trying to read Harry's feelings on the matter.

"There are four other bedrooms on the same floor as your bedroom. If you wish it, I will have one changed into my bedroom," he eventually said.

"I would prefer you to be closer, especially for later in the pregnancy and when the baby is born. I know you will be busy so it will be easier if you are closer to us," Harry nodded. Tom couldn't prevent the smile that touched his lips this time.

"I will have a living room created for us for the evening times then. This is for the day time, and for hosting," Tom nodded. "Is there anything specific you want to have? Anything, small or big," He added.

"I don't want to be a bother, you are doing enough..." Harry argued but Tom stopped him by pressing a long pale finger under his chin. Harry sat clearly stunned blinking at him.

"Harry if I thought it was a bother I would not ask! And I wish for you to be happy and comfortable here, for you to think of this as home, to do that it has to be something you like. I wish for you to want to stay here as long as possible so I am being a little selfish in trying to make this as ideal for you as possible. Now again, is there anything specific you want?" Tom asked, his red eyes looking amused.

"I...well...could I have a small patch of garden to work in? It relaxes me and I enjoy tending to the flowers and that...and maybe a small kitchen, I enjoy cooking and baking. And though I think you have already guessed, I like rooms with lots of sunlight," Harry said slowly eyeing Tom the whole time.

"Then it will be done, I will arrange a patch of garden for you by the lake, I think you will like it there and for a kitchen to be made on this floor. And I prefer a lot of sunlight myself, my room didn't have a lot of it when I was a child so now...I will also have rooms made up for your Weasley twins and Ms Granger for if they want to stay over at any time," Tom rolled his eyes.

"You'll really let them stay here?" Harry blinked.

"Knowing they can come stay will help you feel more comfortable and happier, plus they did help you escape to me," Tom gave a Celtic shrug. Harry chuckled at his attempt to seem uncaring.

"Thank you, for everything, this is so much more than I was expecting," Harry smiled brightly at Tom.

"Yes, well...come it is nearly lunch time," Tom said uncomfortably, standing and holding out his hand to help Harry to his feet. They made their way back through the corridors to the dining hall where Severus, the Malfoy's and Greyback were already seated. This time a space had been left for Harry opposite Lucius who nodded as Harry was seated. "Would you like some more tea?" Tom asked glancing at the table.

"It's alright I'll have pumpkin juice, its only in the mornings that I really need it," Harry smiled reaching for the jug only to have Tom get there first and start pouring him a glass. "I'm not an invalid!" He scowled at the Dark Lord who just looked calmly back at him. "I can manage to do things for myself!"

"But I wish to do them for you," Tom answered stumping Harry. "And Lucius I suggest you get your son to stop gawping like some sort of teenage girl," he added without looking away from the staring match with Harry. Harry turned to find Draco gawping at them both sure enough, Narcissa was as well but was hiding it better. Turning back amused he found his plate filled and Tom starting to fill his own plate.

"Cheat!" Harry scowled.

"I'm a Dark Lord," Tom shrugged getting another huff.

"You can't use that excuse for everything to get your own way!"

"Would you like some fruit as well?" Tom asked ignoring Harry's response.

"I...Yes please," Harry sighed deflating.

"I found a book I think you will be interested in. I had it sent to the green room," Rabastan smiled walking into the room and sitting beside Harry, Rodolphus took the next seat and then a scowling Bellatrix.

"Oh, thank you, what's it on?" Harry smiled shyly.

"Dark arts, I thought as you were good at the Defence side of it you might be interested in looking at the other side," Rabastan explained as he started filling his plate.

"Oh...I think I would, thank you," Harry smiled at the two men who beamed back at him.

"How did you do at the Weasley twins shop Lucius?" Tom asked turning to the blonde as Harry started eating.

"They were slightly stunned, then they seemed amused. They thanked you for the offer and said they would be visiting within the week and that they will pass the message onto Ms Granger. They are pleased you are safe," Lucius added looking straight at Harry who smiled and nodded.

"Little Lord you need to eat some more meat," Rodolphus said leaning over to nudge the plate of cold meats towards Harry who blinked but started putting some onto his plate anyway.

"What...what did you just call him Rodolphus, you dare to..." Bellatrix's rant was cut short by Tom.

"I think that is suitable," Tom mused causing Harry to look at him horrified.

"I will not have people referring to me as Little Lord!" He scowled.

"Everyone will refer to Harry as Lord Harry from now on out of respect," Tom said completely ignoring Harry who huffed and slumped in his seat with a glare to the unrepentant looking Lestrange brothers. Though he had to say the fact that Severus, Draco, Bellatrix and Lucius looked as though they would rather swallow glass made it worth it. "Would you like some of this ham? Its very good," Tom asked calmly.

"Yes please," Harry sighed exasperated.

"Good. I will be calling a meeting this evening. Rodolphus, Rabastan I want you to stay with Harry tonight. The rest of you I expect you to be there," Tom said without looking up from his meal.

"Oh course My Lord, Little Lord," Rabastan grinned at Harry who rolled his eyes and hit him lightly.

"You are not to leave him until I come to you!" Tom warned.

"We won't!" The brothers chorused brightly.

"I don't think its a good idea that the Weasley twins come here!" Harry blinked.

"Why not?" Tom asked confused.

"Because two of them are bad enough, but four! I don't think I can take it!" Harry said miserably.

"Thanks," Rabastan and Rodolphus drawled getting a snicker from Harry.

"My Lord...please...your..."

"Bellatrix! Be quiet, now!" Rabastan hissed seeing where she was going.

"No I will not! I don't know what you are doing, but I'm not going to here pretending that little bastard isn't at the tab..." Bellatrix stopped when she caught sight of Tom's face. Rabastan and Rodolphus both scooted their chairs back quickly so as not to be in the firing line.

"Tom..." Harry drew off blinking when he felt his cheek burning. Turning he found Bellatrix had resorted to muggle methods and reached out to slap him, unfortunately her long, twisted yellow nails had caught the skin as well and when he reached up he felt the blood trickling down his face.

"You dare to call My Lord by his muggle name! You dare mock him!" Bellatrix shrieked, visibly trembling in anger. She screamed however when Greyback grabbed her and threw her against the far wall.

"Alright Little Lord?" Greyback said in a soft growl pushing Harry and his chair out from the table so Rabastan could get to him to heal his cheek. Another scream had them looking to Tom who had Bellatrix's throat in his hand.

"Harry may call me whatever he wishes, anything but Lord Voldemort or my lord. He is your lord, your superior, disrespecting him is disrespecting me! Striking him is striking me! You are nothing but an unreliable, incompetent servant! You aren't worthy to kiss his robes!" Tom snarled shaking the woman. Trembling Harry stood and made his way over to them, ignoring Rabastan and Rodolphus's hands trying to pull him back.

"Tom, please," Harry said softly, not really sure what he was doing. Burning red eyes turned and settled on his face before he sucked in a trembling breath.

"You owe Harry a life debt," Tom hissed at Bellatrix who stopped breathing at the meaning behind the words. "Leave my presence, I don't wish to see you in my home except for meetings," Tom waved a hand. With a muffled sob Bellatrix scrambled out of the room. Tom barely looked at her however as he turned and lightly touched the red mark on Harry's cheek.

"It's fine, I've had worse," Harry smiled touching the back of Tom's hand.

"It should never have happened. You are supposed to be safe here," Tom scowled.

"And I am. You stepped in, and after that show I don't think anyone will think about blinking at me wrong. Plus Rabastan, Rodolphus and...Greyback stepped in. I'm fine," Harry repeated.

"You need to finish your meal. Greyback, my thanks," Tom nodded to the stunned looking wolf as he guided Harry back to his seat. "Do you have anything you want to do this afternoon Harry?" Tom asked after a few moments of silence.

"I was thinking of having a nap. I'm still quite tired," Harry admitted grudgingly.

"It is to be expected with everything. I will be organising the wing this afternoon. If you think of anything extra you want call Missy and she will take you to me. I will be moving my private study myself so I could be anywhere. Rabastan and Rodolphus will be in the wing as well," Tom said as he finished off his tea.

"I will. Could I maybe have a look in the library later? Healer Burns said I need to take it easy for the next few weeks but I'll start getting bored out my mind if I don't have something to focus on," Harry explained.

"Ah, so that is what the dark arts books are for. Of course you can. This is your home as well, I just don't want you wandering around until it has sunk in that you are not to be touched. I don't trust some of the imbeciles to soak it up straight away," Tom sighed. Harry chuckled amused at the put upon air surrounding him and the slightly put out looks on the others faces.

"It's fine, I'm not supposed to walk too far for a while anyway. Healer Burns wasn't very impressed with my cross country escape," Harry shrugged pouting slightly.

"You are inventive, if nothing else," Tom nodded.

"I just found the image of Mad Eye trying to discretely question a muggle bus driver on where I had gotten off amusing," Harry grinned.

"My lord, I have information on the search for...Lord Harry. Do you want me to come to your study with you?" Severus spoke up.

"No, it concerns Harry so you will speak to both of us. Harry are you too tired? We can do it tonight," Tom looked at Harry who was staring at him slightly stunned. "Not Dumbledore, not going to control your life and keep it from you," Tom murmured.

"I think I'm getting that. No, I'm not that tired," Harry smiled contently.

"Very well, go on Severus," Tom motioned with his hand as he settled further into his seat. Harry poured himself a cup of water and relaxed back.

"They realised...Lord Harry was missing a few hours after he escaped but he had them stumped by using the muggle form of travel as he expected. Ms Granger refused to help them and Arthur Weasley just got them even more confused by trying to help with his 'expertise'. Because of the small number of muggle aware people in the Order they could only make up four teams to trace Lord Harry. You jumped and weaved enough times for them to get themselves completely lost, and the longer they leave it the more the trail dies. They are currently still tracing you in Manchester. They haven't even considered the possibility that you have come here. They are monitoring all muggle and Wizarding modes of transport out the country however. They are confused as to how you escaped, but they think that...Dobb...y? helped you. At least that is Ronald and Ginerva Weasley's opinions," Severus frowned.

"Who is Dobby Harry?" Tom frowned lightly turning to Harry who was laughing.

"Dobby is my ex house elf who took to Po...Lord Harry. He saved him during the...the erm...Chamber of Secrets incident," Lucius flushed as he spoke.

"Ah, that house elf. He is loyal to you?" Tom asked Harry.

"Yes he's helped me out a few times since then, he's bound to Hogwarts though. I didn't want to risk getting in contact with anyone, Hermione gave me some muggle money to travel with and buy food but that was it," Harry shrugged.

"Well apparently the House elf is being very hostile and refusing to speak with them at all. It appears you are rather popular amongst the House elves as 95% of them from Hogwarts are refusing to work after finding out they locked you up in Headquarters," Severus smirked darkly.

"Now that is something I wish I could see," Harry snickered.

"Dumbledore is currently torn between the accusations of the Order for alienating you, trying to track you down in both worlds without letting on that he is searching for you, dealing with a castle that is no longer being kept clean, fires made, tidied or any cooking done. Fawkes is also refusing to be in the same room as him," Severus said with an air of supreme smugness.

"Tom...can I speak with you privately before you start with the organising of our wing?" Harry asked suddenly, a plan coming to mind.

"Of course, come we will go to the green room. Thank you Severus, report everything to do with the hunt for Harry and ensure they got no idea that Harry is here! You are all free until the meeting," Tom said before standing and pulling out Harry's chair.

"My Lord's?" Rodolphus asked cautiously glancing at Harry who was distracted as he thought things over.

"I will send Missy for you when Harry is ready to sleep, go ensure Bellatrix is gone," Tom ordered. The walk to the green room was silent as both men were deep in their thoughts but when they entered the green room Tom couldn't prevent his worry anymore. "Harry? Is everything alright? Have you changed your mind?" Tom asked concerned. Harry stopped halfway across the room and turned to look at Tom stunned.

"What? No, no. Tom, I honestly haven't felt more at home or welcome anywhere. Your...your changing an entire wing to make me more comfortable here, your not keeping things from me, your not demanding things from me. This is more than I...I dreamed of. No its just...I have a plan, something I think that will help," Harry blushed at his outburst.

"Missy!" Tom called as he guided Harry over to the sofa.

"What can Missy be doing for Master's?" Missy bowed.

"What do you want to drink?" Tom asked Harry as he settled down next to him.

"Erm...I quite fancy some hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows actually," Harry said thoughtfully.

"And I shall have camomile tea please Missy. I'll need the calm for later on," Tom added in a mutter getting a chuckle from Harry. "So what is this plan?" he asked as Missy came back and placed the cup and mug onto the coffee table. Harry toed off his shoes and curled his legs underneath himself before answering.

"How about we destroy Dumbledore and his followers?" Harry asked with a small smirk.

"Very interesting. How are we going to do that?" Tom's red eyes were attentive as he turned to focus completely on Harry putting his tea cup back down.

"The same way I got out the word about you during my fifth year. Rita Skeeta will snap this up, a chance to completely destroy a huge figure like Dumbledore, plus me and Hermione have dirt on her. We get her here, I do an interview with her, I'll get in touch with Luna and explain everything, I'm pretty sure she'll be on my side in this. Then watch as the Wizarding world turns on Dumbledore," Harry grinned.

"You think they'll really do that?" Tom asked.

"It worked during my fifth year, and doubts will still be in their mind. But I'm the boy hero, poor suffering orphaned Harry Potter, betrayed by his friends and those he thought of as family, just wanting to love and bring up his child. They'll turn faster than a pack of wolves smelling blood. Skeeta will phrase it exactly right to get to the public. Though we mention that they locked me up and threw abortion spells at me will be enough," Harry couldn't help the bitterness that crept into his voice.

"Would you be willing to name names?" Tom asked softly.

"More than. And I can get Severus made Headmaster of Hogwarts with Lucius's help," Harry grinned darkly. Tom's eyebrow rose. "Dumbledore will be destroyed with this, locking up an unqualified, pregnant wizard? Plus I can prove numerous occasions that he nearly had me killed pushing me towards all the end of year conflicts with you, ensuring I had just enough knowledge to have a fighting chance," Harry snorted.

"But McGonagall would be the one to take over," Tom frowned.

"Not when I also give information on the fact that she helped imprison me, threw numerous abortion charms of her own, knew about Dumbledore's little plots. And for the icing on the cake knew that Umbridge was using a blood quill on me during my fifth year and did nothing but pat me on the head and tell me to suck it up when I went to her," Harry grinned.

"Umbridge did what?" Tom grated out.

"Erm she...used a blood quill," Harry bit his lip as he held out his hand, watching Tom read the words there. His red eyed flashed but his grip on Harry's hand wasn't uncomfortable.

"She'll get what she deserves Harry," Tom vowed quietly. Harry wasn't sure why he didn't argue. Tom was clearly going to torture or kill her. He hadn't argued when Tom had gone for his relatives, hadn't even attempted it, he wasn't arguing now. In fact the only thing he felt was warmth at the idea that Tom was serious about protecting him, even from past hurts. "You also need to decide whether you are going to reveal that you are with me or say you are hiding in the muggle world," Tom interrupted Harry's confused thoughts.

"Erm...can I think about that? I'll write to Skeeta and Luna this evening...I'm feeling pretty tired now to be honest. It's been an eventful morning," Harry said absently, his thoughts still locked in his own sudden change in morals. Hell he felt safe with Tom. The man who had tried to kill him numerous times, who had killed his parents...who was caring for him, giving him a life, a child, a home. He was doing everything to make sure Harry was comfortable and happy, and not just because of the baby. It wouldn't have affected the baby if he had gotten a different healer, but he chose Burns because he would make Harry comfortable. He touched him, smiled at him.

"Harry, I did not mean to scare you. I wont hurt you ever, I promise. I will not speak like that again in front of you if it bothers you," Tom's slightly concerned voice pulled Harry from his thoughts and he glanced up to see worry and...self loathing in Tom's eyes, the hand still holding his was now gripping it tightly as though afraid Harry would pull away.

"It's not that...I'm...startled by how little it does bother me, except to make me feel...safer here. It will just take a little time to get used to all this. I think I have absorbed too much this morning to process anymore," Harry reassured Tom, squeezing his hand back. Tom eyed him for a trace of lie before nodding slowly.

"Alright. Come I will escort you to your bedroom and then get started. Remember just to call Missy if you want something or want to track me down," Tom instructed as he stood and picked up Harry's hot chocolate before holding out a hand to help Harry to his feet as he finished putting his shoes on. Smiling Harry allowed the help thinking he might as well get used to it for when he would really need it, before walking with Tom down the corridor and up a staircase to the floor the bedrooms were on. Tom's hand didn't leave the base of his back the whole way and he came into the room with Harry to place the hot chocolate on the bedside.

"Have fun with the remodelling," Harry grinned toeing his shoes back off.

"Oh I will," Tom rolled his eyes. He stepped forwards to help Harry slip the robe off his shoulders. "I shall have Narcissa shop for some suitable robes and clothes for you," Tom mused folding the robe and placing it on the sofa.

"Oh, I don't want to be a both..."

"You deserve the best, so you shall have it. It isn't a bother. Sleep well Harry," Tom bent down to kiss his cheek lightly before sweeping from the room in a manner that would impress Snape, leaving Harry standing stock still staring after him.

"I don't know what we've got ourselves into here baby, but your daddy certainly isn't what I thought he was. I'm going to have to understand him though," Harry murmured to his stomach as he made his way to his new bed. "Sleep tight."
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