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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 six

Harry let out a small huff and shifted slightly, tugging the cushions he was lying on a little further underneath him and wriggled to try and make himself comfy where he was lying on his side in front of the fireplace in the living room that was now frequented a lot.

It had been nearly three weeks since he had arrived in the night at the manor. Things were settling down again after the shocking news of Harry effectively swapping sides and the fact that he was carrying the Dark Lord's baby. It was now safe for him to wander around the gardens, although more often than not when he did Rabastan, Rodolphus, Severus or, when he had time, Tom would accompany him. He found himself not minding the near constant shadows, when they were inside the manor while they were in the same room as him they didn't smother him. They would chat, play games of chess or cards, or just sit and allow him to read while they talked or entertained themselves.

Tom would always come and collect him for lunch and supper, after each he would accompany Harry to wherever he was going and spend an hour or so with him after lunch, after supper they would come to the living room where Tom would finish any paperwork that had to be done, drafting or writing letters, or discussing things with the others when they came back as well. Most of the days now if Harry was in the living room Tom would wander in with his paperwork to sit with Harry while he did it. Something that scarily made Harry happy.

So far every morning Harry had awoken to find Tom sleeping on the sofa in his room. Tom had transfigured it so that it was a little wider and more comfortable, but he seemed to have no inclination to sleep in his own room at any point soon. Not that Harry minded. Crazily it was the complete opposite, now that he was not so tired after the mad dash to Tom he would wake when Tom slipped into his room around midnight and made his way to the sofa, it was only then was he able to slip into a proper sleep, feeling secure knowing the Tom was in the same room as him and would protect him and the baby. He had stopped nesting himself as much in his duvet through the night, sleeping a lot more comfortably. Neither of them had mentioned Tom's sleep arrangements to each other.

Right now it was ten in the evening, it was one of the nights that it was just him and Tom. Tom was working away at the desk, Harry thought he was writing diplomacy missives to the vampire kiss that resided in London from what he had picked up from talk that day and what Tom muttered out loud to himself while writing away.

Harry had started out on the sofa, sitting down, resting against the arm, lying down on his back lying on his side, sitting with his feet curled up. Then he had moved to the armchair, then he had pulled some cushions onto the floor and tried to get comfortable there, but it seemed nothing was working, no matter how hard he tried he could not get comfortable!

"Harry?" The soft voice startled him out of beating the cushions in an attempt to make them more comfortable and he looked up to see Tom gazing at him. "Is everything alright? You seem…restless tonight,"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you," Harry sighed feeling well and truly put out, this was what he had been trying to avoid doing.

"You're not bothering me, what is wrong?" Tom asked standing from behind his desk and walking to the fireplace.

"Its nothing really," Harry huffed sitting up and looking down at his lap.

"Harry, if something is bothering you I would like to know. Perhaps I can help?" Tom suggested walking over to Harry, and to his shock, kneeling down in front of him.

"Its nothing major, its just…" Harry hesitated.

"Go on," Tom encouraged him.

"My back is hurting a little, I just can't find a comfy position," Harry grumbled closing his book slightly frustrated.

"Healer Burns did say that especially until the nutrients potions start kicking in that it may be uncomfortable for you….I…would you like me to massage your back? It might ease it enough for you to get comfy," Tom offered unsurely.

"I don't want to…"

"Harry you are not putting me out in any way, I am offering. If you are not comfortable with it then just tell me, but I want to help make you as comfortable as I can, you are carrying our child," Tom gave him one of those little, but honest smiles that were becoming more and more frequent and that Harry, to himself, admitted that he was becoming a little addicted to seeing and provoking.

"If you're sure?" Harry bit his lip glancing up at Tom hesitantly.

"I am. I used to do a lot of potion brewing so I have quite nimble fingers. Missy could you get me the muscle relaxing balm please," Tom requested to the ever near by House elf. "Turn around," Tom said softly pressing gently against Harry's arm to get him to turn.

Still not sure about this Harry turned to face to fireplace and got settled on his cushions, wincing as his back gave another throb of pain when Missy popped back in and handed Tom the balm. Harry let out a slow deliberate breath when he felt Tom shifting behind him, his body heat making Harry aware of how close that he was to him, his breath ruffled Harry's hair slightly and brushed against the back of his skin in a way that made him have to hold back a shiver.

"Your going to have to take your…my top off," Tom said with a trace of amusement when he looked closer and recognised the shirt that Harry was wearing.

"Your shirts are more comfy, and Missy keeps bringing the for me," Harry murmured, turning with a small grin as he unbuttoned his shirt and allowed it to drop off of his shoulders.

"I do not mind, as long as it is not because you do not like the things that have been bought for you," Tom asked as he took a good amount of the balm out the pot and warmed it a little in his hands.

"Oh no, its all…amazing! Too much," Harry flushed as Tom's hands pressed firmly into his back, running a line from his shoulder blade down to his trouser line.

"Its not too much. You and the baby are going to want for nothing, I want to look after you," Tom said firmly, though part of his mind was distracted. The pale expanse of Harry's back being revealed to him had left his mind in a little bit of a spin. Harry was by no respect muscled, but he was toned, the pale skin glowing slightly in the firelight made Tom's breath catch in his chest and for some reason his mouth went dry. The sight of the silvery scars that lined the white skin slightly had fury rising in his chest knowing what those animals had done to Harry, and it was probably the least of it. He would have to talk to whoever was on duty tomorrow, the animals needed to see a lot more of their hospitality.

Harry let out a soft sigh as he leant forwards a little more, stuffing a pillow into his lap so he could lean forwards more comfortably, as Tom's hands worked on his muscles, relaxing them for what felt like the first time in hours.

"I don't want you to spend a lot of money on me, I don't need a lot of things," Harry mumbled embarrassed.

"I know you don't need it, but you deserve it," Tom's tone was both simple and unsure at the same time, even as his hands kept up an amazing pressure on Harry's back, working out the pain that had been lingering there. Harry didn't know how to respond to the statement however. "I wish to spoil you, and the baby. Give you the things you deserve to have, nice things. But I do not mind you wearing my shirts,"

"That is good, they are more comfortable," Harry smiled shyly over his shoulder, the added fact that the scent of Tom's aftershave and scent on the shirts also gave him a sense of safety. "But we will argue about the spoiling part,"

"Allow me to spoil you, I have not had anyone that I have wanted to spoil before," Tom smirked as he felt Harry giving in at his words. Harry sighed knowing that Tom was manipulating him but knowing that it was going to work.

"That's not playing fair," Harry grumbled before blushing at the groan that fell from his lips as Tom hit a particularly sore and tight patch of muscles that quickly relaxed under Tom's nimble fingers.

"I'm a Dark Lord, I do not play fair. Is that feeling better?" Tom asked concerned.

"Much, thank you, it was making it really hard to get comfortable," Harry sighed feeling the uncomfortable ache easing.

"You're the one that is carrying the baby. Anything I can do to make this more comfortable on you," Tom reassured him.

"What about your diplomacy missives?" Harry asked worriedly.

"They can wait, you are more important," Tom said factually, but it completely stunned Harry. Tom had just told him that he, he, was more important than the war. And he completely meant it. "Harry?"

"Hmm?" Harry blinked turning around so he could see Tom out the corner of his eye.

"You tensed up, did I say something wrong?" Tom was sounding concerned now.

"No, no! You didn't say anything wrong. Its just…" Harry turned back to look at the fire unsure how to phrase it.

"Just?" Tom urged.

"Its two things really. I just thought how concerned I was about coming hear at first. I knew in my gut that it was the right thing to do, that it was the best thing for the baby. But I really wasn't sure what you would do with me, and I wasn't sure how emotionally invested you would be in the baby. It seems so silly now. And…I've never been someone's priority before, been important enough to be put in front of anything else…" Harry trailed off suddenly realising what he was saying and how much he was revealing and exposing of the growing feelings that he had been guarding close to his chest.

"You and the baby are my priorities, you both come first from now on in any choices that I make," Tom promised.

"Why?" Harry asked quietly.

"Why?" Tom asked confused, his hands pausing on the middle of Harry's back.

"Why me? I can understand the baby, but I can't understand why you are looking after and protecting me. I even gave you the option not to telling you that I wanted to have the baby, my own safety was second but unexpected," Harry spoke softly staring into the fire, not sure that he was doing the right thing by staring this up. What if Tom changed his mind? What if Tom realised what he was doing and started treating him badly.

"I don't understand, I can't explain it, I can't…I don't understand why I am acting the way that I am, why I want to look after you, protect you and spoil you. I want you to be happy. I don't know why right now, I am not good with understanding much about my feelings, I'm just, it feels natural, right to act and treat you the way I am," Tom explained unsurely.

"What do you want from me?" Harry asked quietly, reaching back to capture Tom's wrist, pulling it gently forwards so he could hold it comfortably.

"Time. Time to understand what's going on, to understand why I am feeling the way I am. And tell me if I make you uncomfortable, tell me what you want from me," Tom requested softly.

"I can do that," Harry smiled placing Tom's hand over the bump of his stomach as he felt a shift of movement. Tom gave a sigh of contentment shifting so that his long legs framed Harry's body, his hand still pressed to Harry's bump. Cautiously, unsure if this was going too far Harry leant back so that he was resting against Tom's broader body, the warmth and smell of Tom relaxing him. He threaded their fingers together where they were resting on his bump, the baby shifting occasionally under their touch.

They both sat in front of the fire for a good fifteen minutes in silence, simply watching the crackling flames as they sat absorbing the warmth and closeness of each others presences, enjoying the warming contact with each other while feeling their baby, the thing that had brought them together in a pure miracle underneath their hands.

"Harry…before anything…before we take any step, in whatever direction, I need to ask you something," Tom's voice broke the quiet contentedness of the moment, Harry could feel the worry and nerves coming from the normally composed man. Struggling to stay relaxed against Tom having a good idea where this was going to go.

"Go on," He encouraged.

"How can you want to be close to me like this? How can you even consider where this could be going after our history together?" Tom asked the question that Harry had known would be coming. Sighing he reached around and took Tom's other hand and pulled it around him and snuggled back getting comfortable while reassuring Tom.

"Its difficult, I haven't just forgotten, I can't just forget. But with the exception of when you kidnapped me to get your body back, since I was a baby you have never outright attacked me, I have always been pushed by Dumbledore into our confrontations. And I'm guessing that you weren't quite right the night you came back?" Harry tilted his head, shifting it to rest on Tom's shoulder so that he could see those glowing red eyes.

"You are correct, Wormtail messed up the potion a little. I was not in my right mind with pain and the mess up left me a little…addled. Severus worked for nearly two weeks to stop me from dying, and to get me right. The whole snake thing was obviously not right either, he must have allowed some of Nagini's scales into the potion," Tom sighed.

"Thought so. The most obvious question and problem here is my parents right?" Harry asked. At Tom tensing so hard that it must have heard he started rubbing soothing circles on Tom's wrist. "Yes alright you killed them, you took the chance of me knowing them, of growing up with a normal childhood. But you did what you did to survive. After everything that has happened in the last five years, hell my whole life I can understand fighting and killing to protect what you believe in, to protect yourself. Yes you killed them, but you are protecting my baby, our baby, you're protecting me, you're looking after me and offering me safety and comfort and asking nothing in return. No one, no one that proposed to love me or care for me has ever really offered that to me before. You did what you did to survive, I can understand that. And while I love who they were and the fact they were my parents, its not the same as loving them as if I had really known them, as if I could remember them. It doesn't really make sense in my own head, I'm not explaining it properly but…from the day I walked into your office, with each hour that passes…I have already forgiven you Tom, and whatever is going on between us, whatever is developing I want to see where it goes. For the baby's sake, for my sake and for your sake," Harry sighed lowering his eyes to their joined hands over the now quite visible bump his stomach made.

"I don't deserve your forgiveness," Tom sighed.

"No, not really. But you have it anyway," Harry shrugged looking back to the fire but keeping his head on Tom's shoulder, it was cute comfortable sitting like this he decided.

"You're very blunt, you know that. Painfully so," Tom huffed amused.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Is this alright?" Harry asked worried, glancing up at Tom.

"I do mot know how it makes me feel," Tom said sounding frustrated. "I'm too damaged!"

"Shush, shush," Harry soothed feeling Tom's temper swelling. "Are you comfortable with us sitting like this?" he asked.

"Yes…I feel…content…and there is something…in my chest…my stomach…I…I don't know!" Tom exclaimed starting to try and pull away. Harry however locked his hands around Tom's.

"Tom calm down, its alright. We can work through this together. You feel content with us sitting like this so its ok, we can sit like this. And the feeling in your chest and stomach, is it happiness?" Harry asked as Tom stilled and cautiously tightened his arms around Harry.

"Partly but not completely. I haven't felt it before," Tom frowned. Harry had a growing sense of what that illusive emotion might be, but he reckoned Tom wasn't really ready to face that yet so he just smiled and rubbed the sensitive flesh of Tom's inner wrist.

"We'll figure it out in time. For now lets just move with what feels right for us yes?" Harry asked.

"That…that sounds fair," Tom nodded after a moments thought.

"Do you think that maybe tomorrow we could go shopping for a few baby things?" Harry asked hopefully. He knew that Tom had some heavy duty glamours that he used when he wanted to pass through the wizarding world unrecognised. They were so strong and layered Harry was pretty sure that even Moody would struggle with them.

"I don't know. The Order are still in Aberdeen looking for you, but it could be dangerous," Tom frowned.

"We won't be long, just a couple of hours, I would like to start getting some things in for the baby. I'm sure Rabastan, Rudolphus, Severus and probably Greyback would come with us as a guard," Harry needled looking pleadingly up at Tom.

"They probably would, and Fenrir would be able to smell any Order members, he knows them all by scent now after you gave us their names," Tom agreed feeling himself giving in. "And he is protective of you and the baby,"

"Why is that?" Harry knew he risked losing his argument but he had been curious about the werewolf since the day he had gotten Harry out the way after Bellatrix attacked him.

"Well for one he respects what you did to protect our baby and get it to safety. Werewolf children are so rare that any child is precious to them, more so than in the wizarding world, especially with how their numbers are persecuted. And we have been…friends for nearly forty years now, he has stood by my side through a lot, I think he sees you and the baby as a chance for me to be happy, so he will do anything he can to protect you both," Tom explained.

"The rumours about him attacking children aren't true are they?" Harry asked.

"No they aren't, more of Dumbledore's name besmirching propaganda. As I said Fenrir has stood by my side through nearly my entire campaign. And with him at my side, and it known that I think of him as one of my closest friends the other creatures and beings accept talks and negotiations with me a lot easier. So Dumbledore started these rumours that Fenrir had a thing for children and liked to attack them in the night. As I told you children are precious to werewolves, whether they are wolf or not, and as an Alpha Fenrir would never break those laws,"

"What about Remus?" Harry asked quietly.

"Ah yes, that gave Dumbledore the momentum to the rumours that he wanted. Fenrir had an older brother, his father was unfaithful to his mother while they were bonded and had a child with a man. However Fenrir was the stronger wolf, more powerful, more intelligent and more respected among the pack. When their father started sleeping with the pack's women and men, forcing the younger wolves to sleep with him and threatened to throw them out the pack if they didn't, Fenrir…he exerted pack justice as soon as he turned seventeen. He killed his father and took control of his pack. They love and respect him for protecting them against his own blood, and its one of the reasons that his pack is so strong, he did what was right for his people instead of taking the easy option. Werewolves made their way to his pack from other packs. But his brother thought that he should be the Alpha, despite the fact that Fenrir was the one who had defeated their father and so he the claim to the title. He tried fight Fenrir but he lost and was driven from the pack, he had already been displaying unhealthy appetites. Fenrir had people keep an eye on him, and fifteen years later caught the news that he had started attacking anything and anyone, children, women, men, old, young, it didn't matter to him. Fenrir left the pack under the charge of his second and went to find his brother, he believed he was his responsibility. Remus Lupin was attacked by Marshal Greyback, not Fenrir. Fenrir caught up with Marshall two months after he attacked Lupin and killed him. But they looked enough alike, and not enough people had seen Fenrir clearly, that Dumbledore was able to use Lupin's memories as 'proof' that Fenrir was the werewolf who had a thing for biting and attacking children, using all the other children harmed by Marshal as further proof," Tom sighed.

"Thank you for telling me," Harry smiled reaching up to cup Tom's jaw. Blinking Tom looked down were Harry was comfortably reclined topless against him and gave him one of his small smiles.

"So you want to go out?" He asked amused.

"I want to get the major things in. Its better to get them while I am still able to move around freely than risk going out once I'm heavily pregnant. Lucius would probably come as well as one extra wand if you and Severus nagged him enough, and you did that look you give," Harry beamed.

"We could get them to just go and get the things we need and that way there is no risk to…"

"No! I want to do this ourselves, pick out the crib and mobile and bassinet and some clothes and toys and things like that. Its our first baby, I don't want to have everything picked out by other people," Harry scowled interrupting him. Chuckling amused as he thought that only Harry would dare interrupt him he tried to think of a way to do this, it was obviously important to Harry.

"Ireland should be safe," Tom thought out loud.

"Hmm?"

"If we went to Ireland to do the shopping, we should be safe. There is a small wizarding shopping centre in Dublin, but its large enough that they have a few baby shops. And the apparation is short enough I will be able to side apparate you there,"

"And I seriously doubt that the Order or Ministry will look for us in baby shops, together in Ireland," Harry nodded.

"If you write to Ms Granger and tell her to be at the corner of Knockturn alley I will have someone pick her up and side apparate her to Ireland to meet us," Tom offered with a smile.

"Rodolphus or Rabastan?" Harry said thoughtfully.

"They will be ecstatic to hear that they are the ones you trust with someone you think of as a sister. They are fond of you," Tom noted, though his voice was a little tight.

"I think they think of me as a little brother. We'll have to get neutral colours and things," Harry said absently, his mind already focussed on what they could get.

"Write to Ms Granger, tell her to be there for half eleven," Tom said amused summoning parchment, a quill and ink over. Harry quickly scribbled out the letter and they summoned Missy to take it to Hermione. Harry had had the idea to use Missy to take letters to Hermione at her house where she was being watched, the Order completely overlooking the fact that house elves could get through the wards that they had put up. "Are you tired?" Tom asked concerned as Harry yawned.

"A little, I'm just mostly comfortable," Harry grinned.

"Come on, I will escort you to your room and then come back to finish this," Tom stood and helped Harry to his feet carefully before tucking his shirt back over Harry's shoulders.

"You're coming back right?" Harry asked once they reached his room, Tom's hand on its now familiar place at the base of Harry's back.

"Do you want me too?" Tom asked unsurely.

"I'm not ready to share a bed, but I like having you in the room with me. It makes me feel safe," Harry admitted, turning to play with the bottom of the shirt Tom was wearing unable to look at him.

"I think you are the only person that feels safe sleeping in the same room as me, most people won't turn their backs," Tom shook his head as he used his finger under Harry's chin to tilt his head back up. "If it what you want then I will of course be back, I was waiting for you to bring it up, though I admit I was expecting to be told to go and sleep in my own room,"

"I like knowing you're there," Harry shrugged. Biting his lip he thought about it for a second before throwing caution to the wind and stretching up on his toes he lightly pressed their lips together, it was barely a brushing of their flesh but just enough. "Goodnight, I'll see you in a bit," He said slightly breathlessly before hurrying into his room.

Tom stared shocked at the closed doorway, his lips were tingling like mad and that feeling in his stomach and chest was a little stronger, especially when he remembered that blush that had lit up Harry's cheeks before he turned into the room. And there was something else, something that he was familiar with. Lust was steadily making its way through his body and igniting it in a way he had not felt in nearly seventeen years. Letting out a calming breath he started to make his way back to the living room though he doubted he would be able to finish the missive tonight with how much his head was spinning. He was right though, he always had been, Harry was going to be the death of him. Just not in the way he had thought for so long.
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