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Loving Someone Doesn\'t Make You Weak	By : IsysSkeeter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 18027 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Beta: RosesAreForever23

Pairings in this chapter: LV/HP

Warnings in this chapter: slash, mpreg, mentions of lemon, torture

Nr words in this chapter: 2,110

"Talking"

"Horcrux talking"

‘Thinking’

‘Horcrux speaking in Harry’s mind’

‘Voldemort speaking though the Horcrux’

‘Merope speaking though the Horcrux’

–Parseltongue–

–Horcrux speaking Parseltongue–

Chapter IV

–I’m Pregnant–

Harry looked at the door to his lover's office; he couldn't even believe it... He was pregnant. He could give Voldemort an heir. Their love wasn't forbidden...

Would Voldemort smile? Would he hug Harry? Would he be happy? Well... He would probably have sex as celebration... Smile? He probably wouldn't smile, but he would show in his hugs and kisses how happy he was and...

“Sleep walking, Potter?”

Harry tensed and looked to the side where Bellatrix was sneering at him, wand in hand. 'What is she doing here?' he thought, a hissing sound even in his mind. She would not break his good mood. He had managed to have everything she wanted; Voldemort as a lover and be pregnant with his child.

‘Harry, don't be alone with her.’

‘Oakes? Where are you?’

‘I use your magic to appear, I can't for the baby’s protection.’

Harry understood and knocked on the door. Bellatrix hissed angrily and approached, grabbing Harry's arm with strength and pulled him away from the door.

“I'm talking with you, Potter.” She hissed angrily.

On that moment the door opened and Harry looked in time to see Lucius Malfoy appear. He looked at Harry and then at Bellatrix.

“Bellatrix, what do you think you are doing to our lord's lover?”

“I'm teaching him some manners. This scum obviously deserves it.”

Harry paled, ‘No, the baby…’

“Bella!” Voldemort's cold voice was heard.

“Yes, My Lord?” the whore said silkily and Harry glared at her. Voldemort was his.

“I will count until one- if your wand or body is hurting or in any way near my Harry, you will be on the floor, wishing that you're dead.”

Bellatrix hissed but released Harry and saved the wand that had been pointing at Harry's belly.

“Crucio.” Bellatrix fell.

Harry stepped away from her at once. Mr. Malfoy approached Harry and inspected his arm.

"Is Severus still in the house?" At Harry's nod, Mr. Malfoy let go of his arm. "Go to him, he'll make sure that it won't bruise or hurt."

Harry nodded, looking at his lover who had already stopped cursing Bellatrix.

"You wanted to speak with me, didn't you?" At Harry's nod, Voldemort approached and kissed Harry's scar. "Is it life threatening?" Harry shook his head dumbly. "Then I'll talk with you at dinner."

Harry nodded and turned, running away.

-LSDMYW-

"My Lord?"

Voldemort took his eyes from his retreating lover and looked at Lucius then at Bellatrix on the floor. He turned and entered his office, going to his desk, Lucius behind him.

"Bellatrix will eventually do something life-threatening to young Potter, My Lord."

Voldemort looked at the place where the woman had passed out.

"If I have to choose, I'll choose Harry."

"I know, My Lord. But until something is done, Bellatrix is going to keep jumping over the line."

Voldemort nodded, already feeling the headache coming.

"When you take her home, make sure she understands what a Horcrux is and why it is important to keep Harry well."

"I will, My Lord." The man said, looking at the woman on the floor and sneering at her pitiful look.

"When Harry made me vow to not get close to Bella, I didn't give it much thought, but now I understand what he meant. Those two just can't be together."

"But even so, the boy didn't approve of your punishment." Voldemort looked at Lucius at once. "He was ready to ask you to stop but contained himself, probably because I was here."

"He doesn't approve of our way of living. Someone would say that the boy has Stockholm Syndrome, but he is still himself. He still has his own beliefs and that wouldn't happen if he really had it..."

"May I ask if the Lord ever discussed the war with him?"

"Not much, unless you count discussions with him screaming about all the kills that I've done. And it is not like we follow the same beliefs."

"Maybe the Lord should explain our side of the war and the reasons behind it, maybe try to listen to him. Maybe an agreement could be made. An angry lover is not a good experience, My Lord."

Voldemort frowned, knowing that he was talking to when Narcissa had expelled him from the house.

"I don't believe that I can do much, but I'll try." Voldemort looked at Bellatrix. "She's not going to awake anytime soon, is she?"

Lucius approached and checked on her.

"I don't think so, My Lord."

"Then take her to your wife. I have a Potter to discuss the war with."

Lucius bowed and left, bringing Bellatrix with him.

‘Mother?’

‘Yes?’

‘Is Harry with you?’ Immediately, he saw the figure of Severus putting some cream on Harry's arm. He could see the two speaking, but couldn't hear them. ‘My reunion with Bellatrix didn't take place, as she passed out. Can you send the two to my office? I want to explain to Harry the war and it's reasoning's and I want to hear his inputs. As Harry's personal guard, I want Severus there.’

Voldemort saw the two look at him (or better, at his mother) and then they nodded and stood, leaving the room.

‘Harry can't use magic.’

‘What? Why?’ Voldemort frowned. ‘Is it because of Bella?’

‘No, Bellatrix has nothing to do with it. Actually, Harry was going to tell you when she appeared.’

Voldemort heard the two knocking and left his mother's Horcrux, opening the door with his magic. His boy entered, followed by Severus who bowed by the door, and sat.

"Continue what you were doing Severus." The man stood and picked the balm from his vests and kneeled beside Harry, treating his arm.

"Bellatrix?"

"Lucius took her to his wife." Severus looked us to Voldemort, saving the balm again in his clothes, but didn't talk. Voldemort didn't even have to glare for the spy to know that Harry didn't need to know details. "Harry, what do you know about the war?"

Harry's eyes grew and then he glared at Voldemort. "That you want to kill all the Muggle-borns and half-bloods."

"Not exactly." Voldemort looked at Severus, giving him permission to sit. "Is this that Dumbledore tells the Light side?"

"Yes, My Lord."

"Harry, what are Muggle-borns?"

"New blood."

Voldemort rose a hairless eyebrow, admired. "That's true, but they also are breaking traditions, bringing their owns traditions and telling Muggles about our existence."

"And?"

"My job is not to kill them, but to completely separate our world from the Muggle World. The majority of Muggle-borns go back to the Muggle World and don't came back to the Wizard World." Harry frowned but didn't contradict. Voldemort took that as a good sign. "Yes, I'm killing Muggle-borns, but only because they are putting us in risk." Harry was going to speak, but Voldemort raised a hand, successfully shutting him up. "What do you think about witch hunts?"

"You think that if they found out..."

"Give your uncle a gun and tell him that his neighbor is a wizard, what will he do?"

"Kill him." Harry answered without even think about it.

"And science has grown since I was your age... I purpose scientists would love to know how magic works and how to take it from us and how to use it against us." Comprehension appeared on the boy's face and Voldemort smiled inside, happy that it wasn't a loss of time after all.

-LSDMYW-

"There are other ways."

The two adults looked at him, frowning.

"Like what?"

"Orphanage for magical beings. Primary schools. People check on Muggle-borns and half-bloods to make sure that they aren't mistreated..."

"And if they are?"

"Orphanage or adoption. A lot of wizards can't have children of their own." Harry could see the amused look in Snape's eyes. Knowing that he was winning points, he decided to continue. "Snape for example, he doesn't have an heir; he could adopt one and have him take his surname. The Lestrange family is the same. I don't believe that Bellatrix can have an heir or she would already have given Rodolphus one." Voldemort hummed, not approving or reproving what Harry said. Harry saw that as good sign. "Besides, if you force people to follow by fear, they will revolt; if you do this politically, it will be faster, with more people and with the possibility of less people revolving."

Harry looked at Snape. The man nodded lightly to prove that he approved. Voldemort merely nodded, but Harry knew that he had heard him and was going to ponder the best way to act from now on. Luckily, he would take him into consideration and there would be less blood from now on.

"May I speak with Severus, Harry?"

Harry nodded and, standing, left.

-LSDMYW-

"Tell me, Severus, what you think of this?"

"I think, My Lord, that it would improve the Wizarding World. The children would be taught wizard history, philosophy, and traditions. Even purebloods could go to these schools and there wouldn't be an obvious difference usually seen between them."

"Lucius was right then..." Voldemort said pensively, looking at his desk.

"My Lord?"

Voldemort looked from his desk to Severus. "Lucius advised me to tell Harry why the war was happening and to ask for his own advise." Voldemort stayed silent for a while in deep thought. Finally, remembering that Severus was there, he asked, "Why can't Harry do magic?"

Severus paled drastically and Voldemort thought it odd.

"I think, My Lord, that Potter was going to tell you, when Bellatrix stopped him."

"It's not life-threatening?" Severus shook his head. "Is he sick?"

"It would be best if you would let Potter tell you, My Lord."

Voldemort frowned, but nodded.

-LSDMYW-

Harry sat at the dinner table while the house elves prepared dinner. Merope had gone to her quarters, so he would be at dinner alone with Voldemort. She had said it was a special moment and that they should spend it alone. Even Nagini was away.

"Where's mother?" Voldemort asked when he entered.

"She said she was going to bed early."

Voldemort nodded and sat. The house elves appeared and served them. Harry picked up his fork and knife and was going to eat, when saw Voldemort looking at his hands.

"What?" Voldemort picked his own cutlery as an answer and looked pointedly at Harry. Harry frowned and looked to his and then to his own. "I lived on a cupboard. Do you really think the Dursleys taught me how to pick cutlery?" Harry asked, blushing and dropping his own cutlery.

"Then it's time for you to learn." Harry felt his chair being pulled to the man's side. "You can't use the whole hand, you only need those fingers... See?" The man said, picking Harry's hand, who was blushing like hell, and showing him.

Harry swore to learn how to act, so he wouldn't have to go through this again.

"Voldemort?" The man hummed while he helped Harry pick the cutlery and cut the meat. "If we would find children abused... Would we adopt one?"

Voldemort rose his eyes to Harry at once.

"I told you that I'm not with you for..."

"I know... Just answer the question."

Voldemort sighed, looking to what he was doing again.

"I don't want an heir." Harry eyes grew. "Even if we could have an heir... I wouldn't want one. It would be a weakness. My enemies would attack him and..." Voldemort looked up at once. "Are you crying again?"

Harry immediately released his hands and cleaned his face.

"But the child..."

"Harry!" Harry looked at his lover's red eyes. "You're forgetting who I am. Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord. The one half the magical England wants dead. An heir would have my inheritance on his back. Besides, why would a child choose me as his father when he could have Severus?"

"The child wouldn't case about appearances. To him, you would be his father that he loves..."

Voldemort snorted.

"Love... Love makes people weak."

"Are you saying I'm weak for having fallen for you?" Harry asked, outraged.

"No... I'm saying I'm weak because I care more about my mother than about this war." Harry eyes grew. "I'm saying I'm weak because if something happened to you, I would never forgive myself." Harry opened his mouth to contradict him, but was stopped, "And it's not because of the Horcrux. I would prefer it if Oakes died rather than to lose you... If that isn't weakness, I don't know what is."

"But..."

"I don't want an heir Harry, adopted or not. This talk is over." Voldemort stood and left.

"I'm pregnant." Harry mumbled, tears rolling down his face.

(TBC)

I thought in make Voldemort freak out and try to make Harry abort but if that happened Harry would lose the baby and I would have to plot, so no telling Voldemort for now…
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