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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 four

Harry blinked blurrily as he woke up in his blanket nest, his hand automatically going to his stomach even as he took in where he was. He stilled when he heard a noise in the room and sat up slowly only to smile slightly when he saw what the noise was. Tom was again on the sofa in Harry's room, this time fast asleep. He had walked a sleepy Harry to his room the night before when Harry had started to doze off with the warmth of the room but he had headed back. Smiling a little wider at the content buzz he got back from the baby he stood and lifted the blanket covering Tom a little higher before he made his way into the bathroom to take advantage of the simply giant shower in his en suit bathroom.

Tom sat up as he heard the shower turning on and rubbed a hand through his hair tiredly. He had walked Harry back to his room the night before and returned to the sitting room for another hour or two before they all went to bed. He had lain awake for nearly two hours before giving in and making his way to Harry's room. Slipping in quietly he had settled back on the sofa and simply watched over the nest of blankets until he was able to drop off.

After everything that had happened in the last couple of days he couldn't blame his mind for spinning. Harry really had put it well when he said the fates seemed to like to play with their lives, him and Harry having a baby together. He knew that he was amazingly lucky that Harry wanted to keep the baby and had been so determined to that he had broken out of Order Headquarters before making his way to himself. Tom knew he wasn't a sentimental person, he wasn't kind or gentle in any manner of the word. When he had finished school instead of accepting one of the marriage offers of the many Slytherin families who were eager to have their child married to the Slytherin heir he had chosen to focus on his mission.

It had started off as him wanting a say in the Ministry but at the same time Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald and suddenly his word was the most listened to in their world. Tom hadn't been able to get his point across to more than a few dozen inside the Ministry. And then Abraxis Malfoy had approached him, only a few years older then himself he had told Tom about a circle of people who were interested in what he had been trying to say in the Ministry, some of them were inside the Ministry as well but a great number of them were the old families.

Suddenly he had a following of people who were listening intently to what he was saying and were agreeing with him. Things moved swiftly after that in his mind and suddenly he was an opposition to 'the light side' who tried to corrupt what his true message was. And then he had realised that there was not going to be a peaceful way to get what he wanted.

Along the way he had pushed aside his desire for a family, an heir, son or daughter, both. A chance at having someone care and love him for himself, and not tinged with fear and respect as he had experienced his whole life, or just a complete lack of love.

However no matter how much he formed himself into the Dark Lord, became Voldemort, hardened himself the way he had to if he were to ensure that his work was done, that small ball of emotion that longed for love, acceptance, a family was not completely destroyed, just it seemed hidden away.

And then there was Harry Potter sitting in his study telling him that he was the father of the child that was currently growing inside his body. Before he could stop himself, before he could control himself that little ball had flared with hope, the feelings trickling back through his bloodstream mixed with a nice healthy dose of yearning and longing, only to be cemented there with the fear and loss that plummeted through him when Harry had told him about the abortion charms.

From the second Harry had pressed his hand against the warm bump of his stomach that protected their child Tom had been lost. The desire to be loved unconditionally, without fear, to have a being that was part him that would look up to him, love him, that he could care for. The idea that for the first time in his entire life he could have a family had made his mind up before he realised it. No matter how he tried to be otherwise, no matter how much of a weakness he saw it he was still human, and he had not lost the desires for acceptance, love and a family. And Merlin help him but he wanted that baby so much, he would do everything in his power to ensure the baby was safe, that it was happy, that it grew up to be the powerful witch or wizard he knew his and Harry's child would be.

What he couldn't really explain was the way he was acting towards Harry. He had automatically given Harry this room because from his time in Harry's mind he knew that he liked bright spaces. He was worried for Harry's health, comfort and happiness for Harry as well as the baby. He didn't need to get a healer that Harry would like, any healer would do, but he had sent for Burns because he knew Harry would like the man. He didn't have to make the oath that he would allow Harry to live, that he would protect him and the baby, but he had. He found himself acting without thinking, doing things for Harry that was for his comfort alone.

And he had no idea why he was doing it. He had always respected Harry's power and bravery, only a fool didn't give the enemy the respect they deserved. But that had shot to new levels when Harry had told him everything he had gone through to ensure the safety of their baby.

"Morning, you look deep in thought," Harry's voice broke him out of his thought. "Sickle for them?"

"That all they are worth?" Tom snorted standing and running his hands through his hair to smooth it.

"Oh ok, Knut," Harry grinned.

"Brat!" Tom growled causing Harry to grin. "May I?" he stepped forward reaching his hand towards Harry's stomach, flickering his eyes between the bump of Harry's stomach that filled Tom's shirt and the sparkling green eyes that were locked on his face.

"You have as much right as I do," Harry said quietly reaching forward to capture Tom's hand and guide it back towards his stomach. Tom closed his eyes as Harry's magic swelled out and tugged his own towards the baby where he could feel that amazing little buzz of contentment and happiness that echoed back along their magic, that little spike of welcome and excitement when it felt his magic tightened something in his chest and made his breath catch.

"Its amazing," Tom sighed opening his eyes. Harry was watching him closely, those green eyes, so powerful, so strong, and so intense. "Come on you need breakfast and one of your potions is due," Tom moved his hand from Harry's stomach to the base of his back to lead him out the room, the emotions welling up inside of him in a tight, uncomfortable and unfamiliar way.

"What are the plans for today?" Harry asked as they made their way down the now cream coloured corridor.

"Well I'm going to be adding separate wards to our wing, I just want to be sure that you are as safe as can be. You are going to spend the day resting," Tom chuckled lowly at Harry's pitiful groan, completely shocking Harry. "What?"

"You laughed…well more of a chuckle but you did it!" Harry grinned.

"I am a Dark Lord I don't laugh," Tom frowned at him.

"What do you cackle manically?" Harry asked with an innocent look on his face but his eyes were glittering with mischief.

"Your getting cheeky again, you are clearly getting better," Tom sighed.

"I didn't feel sick this morning," Harry beamed with a small bounce in his step.

"You didn't feel sick? Morning sickness?" Tom asked.

"Yup, every morning four nearly four months I've woken feeling nauseous, this morning, no nausea!" Harry grinned rubbing his stomach contently.

"That is good, Burns said that your morning sickness should stop sometime soon," Tom smiled slightly.

"My Lord, Little Lord," Greyback stopped and bowed slightly when he stopped outside of the dinning room.

"Greyback," Tom nodded while Harry smiled unsurely back. He had heard so many scary stories about how mad Greyback was, his favouritism for children - which to Harry screamed paedophile - and generally how wild he was that he wasn't really sure how to take this aristocratic, well dressed and intelligent man with no sign of madness. Especially not when he had protected Harry yesterday and had actually seemed concerned.

"My Lord, I was wondering whether I might speak with you later, I have heard some news that worries me slightly," Greyack asked politely. Tom looked at him curiously before nodding.

"I have some matters to take care of but be in my study at eleven," Tom said as he opened the door and allowed Harry to step inside first. It was the same group as the day before minus Bellatrix. Seating himself next Rabastan he busied himself filling his plate before Tom could, grinning when he realised for the first time in what seemed like forever to him he would be able to have breakfast without that lingering nausea.

"I'll write to Luna and Rita after breakfast, I completely forgot last night," Harry said once he had cleared half his plate. The dinning room had been completely silent after Tom had shot glares at the first couple of attempts at conversation, he wanted Harry to be able to completely enjoy his first meal free of nausea.

"It is alright, a day is going to make no difference at all. You were tired last night," Tom shrugged as he topped up Harry's cup with his fruit tea.

"Hm….do you have any grape juice?" Harry asked thoughtfully.

"Missy be getting some," Missy squeaked from the corner quickly popping out.

"Thank you," Harry smiled as the juice was popped back onto the table. "Still I'll get it done as soon as possible, the sooner the better," Harry said before taking a sip of his juice.

"Rabastan and Rodolphus will escort you around for the next couple of weeks until Burns is happy that you are recovered from your trip, and until the wards are in place and settled," Tom told him, but his tone was concerned enough that the prickle of annoyance he felt at being told he would have body guards/shadows effectively for the next couple of weeks was tapered down to a huff.

"Here's your potion for this morning Little Lord," Rabastan fished out the potion from the bag he seemed to have claimed authority over. Harry took the vial filled with a scarlet potion this time with slight trepidation, he hadn't felt sick all morning and he really didn't want trigger it. Taking a breath he knocked back the potion before blinking as he felt as though ice was sliding through his veins. He couldn't stop the shudder that went through him as he scrunched his nose.

"Well that felt weird," he grumbled.

"I have the recipes from Burns, I'll work on making them with a nicer flavour right after breakfast my Lords," Severus spoke softly from where he was sitting. Harry glanced up at the potions master to see that there was a shadow across his face that had not been there the day before. He was clearly in thought and Harry had a feeling that it was to do with what had been discussed the night before.

"Thank you," He simply nodded before turning back to finishing his meal.

"I will just be in my office, send Missy if you need me. Remember your not meant to be doing anything too strenuous either," Tom said firmly. Harry rolled his eyes and pointedly sat on the window seat and curled up, summoning a parchment pad, quill and ink pot to himself.

"I'll behave and stay un strained I promise," Harry smiled at the hovering Dark Lord. Tom had escorted him to the green room with Rabastan and Rodolphus following behind. Once inside the room however Tom seemed reluctant to leave him.

"I'll be back to escort you to lunch," Tom sighed starting to turn away.

"I'll see you then, have a good morning," Harry said absently as he started writing out Luna's name. For this reason he missed the startled look Tom shot him before hurrying from the room, a smirking Rodolphus and Rabastan did not.

For the next couple of hours Harry scribbled away, sometimes sitting looking out the window thoughtfully, but most writing out the two letters, as the brothers chatted or played a game of chess to entertain themselves. Finally with a sigh of relief Harry signed his name on the letter to Riat and stretched out with a groan of satisfaction.

"Done Little Lord?" Rabastan asked looking up from where he was thrashing Rodolphus at chess, Rodolphus was scowling at the chess board trying to figure out his move that would not get him check mated.

"Yup, finally. Now I just need to owl them," He smiled happily.

"Missy is being taking them to owls if Master Harry wishes them to be posted," Missy squeaked popping out the corner. Harry seriously hoped that Tom wasn't having the elf follow him everywhere.

"That would be great thank you Missy," Harry said handing the letters over.

"Would Master Harry be liking anything when Missy is done?" Missy asked.

"Your due another potion with some food Little Lord," Rabastan added.

"Maybe some hot chocolate and erm…oo banana ice cream with pickles and chocolate sauce?" Harry licked his lips suddenly feeling starving at the thought of the food. Missy barely blinked before nodding and popping out, Rabastan and Rodolphus exchanged horrified glances, Rodolphus's attention dragged away from the board.

"Erm…do you mind me asking what those letters were about Little Lord? You seemed very focused on them," Rabastan asked trying not to think about the concoction.

"Hm oh, I'm writing to Rita Skeeter and Luna, they're hopefully going to help us bring Dumbledore down by publishing everything that has happened to me, including him allowing and even orchestrating the clashes me and Tom have had over the years, not to mention everything that has happened the last few weeks. I have also named some names of the Order members, so they're going to face a tough time and struggle getting support hopefully," Harry explained making his way to the sofa.

"Very clever Little Lord, Luna is Luna Lovegood I pres…" Rodolphus was interrupted by a tapping at the door. Looking up the brothers stood and drew their wands before calling whoever it was in. Harry was beyond shocked when Severus Snape stepped into the room looking unsure, a look Harry never expected to see on the man.

"I apologise for intruding on your time…my Lord but may I speak to you? Privately?" Severus said looking to the brothers pointedly.

"We can't leave the room Severus, you know that," Rabastan answered before Harry could.

"How about you carry on your chess game and we put silencers up, that way you can see me, but we can talk privately?" Harry suggested quietly. Severus looked shocked but he quickly nodded. Slightly reluctantly and shooting the potions master warning looks the brothers sat down and watched the silencing spells Severus placed up with hawks eyes until he put his wand away.

"Thank you for agreeing to speak to me," Severus said after a few moments.

"I'm curious as to what you want to say," Harry admitted nodding to Missy who brought in his drink and food as well as a cup of tea for everyone else.

"I…may I ask you a few questions?" Severus finally asked.

"I might not answer them, but you can ask," Harry bit his lip unsurely as he answered.

"Please do not take this the wrong way, but I need to ask again. You truly knew nothing of magic before your eleventh birthday?" Severus asked hesitantly. Harry was about to snap at the man when he saw the slightly lost look on his face. Drawing in a breath to calm himself he took a bite of his ice cream mix before he told Severus the story of the week of letters and then Hagrid showing up.

"Very clever, sending Hagrid, to someone who had not had much human kindness, Hagrid would have been like a moth to a flame, you would have listened to his Dumbledore praise and Slytherin bashing and taken it to heart. Especially after telling you about your parents. If you knew nothing about the wizarding world, what did you believe happened to Lily and Potter?" Severus frowned as the thought occurred to him.

"My relatives told me that my mum and dad had been drunks and that dad had been drunk driving," Harry sighed but blinked at the furious snarl Severus let out.

"How dare they…they…Lily died to protect you, how dare they cheapen that with that lie! Even though I did not by any name of the word like your father I would never disrespect even his death!"

"Did…did you know my mum, I mean were you friends?" Harry asked hesitantly. At the shocked, pale faced look Severus gave him he spoke quickly. "You called her Lily but my dad Potter and the way you spoke then,"

"I. Yes Lily was my best friend, we met before we went to Hogwarts, purely by chance we met and found out the other was magical," Severus sighed, closing his eyes to the memories before he told their story. Harry listened enraptured to the words, the story being laid out. He heard so little about his mum that he treasured everything that he was being offered. When Severus finished Harry's mind was whirrling but one fact lingered.

"You loved her?" He asked softly. Severus's eyes which had been shut the entire time snapped open and met his own.

"Yes. I loved her," Severus admitted, his voice was broken and lost.

"I'm sorry," Harry hesitantly reached out to touch the back of Severus's hand, not entirely sure whether any comfort from him would be welcome but not able not to offer it. "You must hate me,"

"No not now, I did at first but…you are all that is left of her. Yes you are a constant reminder that she chose him over me, you are a reminder of what we could have had together, and yours eyes…they really are a perfect replica of hers and that hurts. But she loved you so much I can't hate you, she loved you with all her heart and soul and I loved her too much to hate what was the most important thing she ever did in her entire life," Severus reached up slowly and covered Harry's hand with his own.

"Thank you. No one has really told me about her, I hear about dad all the time but hardly about her," Harry admitted, the warm hand covering his own a shock and yet reassuring at the same time.

"I owe you so many apologies Harry. I…I allowed my hatred of James to completely cover my eyes to the reality of what was happening. I wanted to hate you but couldn't, so I ignored the facts, ignored that you weren't the attention seeking, cocky brat that I wanted you to be so I could hate you. I wanted so badly for you to be like James so I could hate you," Severus shook his head before lowering it so his forehead was pressed against their joined hands.

Harry hesitated for only a second before he slipped off his seat and perched on the arm of the sofa without disturbing Severus and started running his free hand through the man's, surprisingly, silky hair.

"Its not too late, we could still try and be friends. For mum's sake as well as ours. I respect you a lot and would like for us to be able to get along," Harry admitted softly. Severus had frozen at his touch but he relaxed shaking his head lightly.

"Why would you respect me, I bullied you from the age of eleven to punish your dead father for what he did to me,"

"I respect you because you are a great wizard, as well as a bloody sneaky one, you have the greatest wizard of the light side honestly believing you are his spy. Your intelligent, quick witted and I feel you would be a good friend to have," Harry said firmly, clearly startling the man as he looked up wide eyed.

"After everything I have no idea how you can say that…but I wont look a gift horse in the mouth. May I ask another question?" Severus asked seriously.

"Go ahead," Harry grinned, happy that he had got somewhere with the snarky man.

"What the hell is that that you are eating?" Severus frowned at the bowl that had been sitting on the coffee table through their talk.
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