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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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Prequel: A Mother's Love

Disclaimer: I have no right to any character, they belong to JK Rowling

Beta: RosesAreForever23

Pairings in this chapter: LV/HP

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

Nr words in this chapter: 2,522

"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 V

–Safe–

That night, Harry didn't return to their quarters. In the morning, Voldemort stood and went to Harry's old bedroom where the boy was sleeping on top of the bed and hugging a pillow as if for dear life in a fetal position.

Voldemort sighed. It was not the first time that Harry pouted and moved to his old room. They had a lot in common but they were also so different, they tended to sometimes argue to the point that Voldemort would have to flee the room so he wouldn't hurt his Harry. Harry had some big news to tell him yesterday and he had to act like a Gryffindor and storm out of the room.

"Please… please don't…" Voldemort approached and picked the boy up bridal style. The boy turned to his chest and grabbed his robe. "Please don't do it… I promise that we won't leave your protection…"

Voldemort rolled his eyes. Harry must have cried himself to sleep because of the no-child talk. Sometimes the boy was so stubborn. Well, Voldemort hadn't become the Dark Lord for being soft hearted…

Leaving the bedroom, Voldemort took the boy to their quarters and left him to sleep with Nagini, giving his friend orders to watch over his mate.

His mother was already at the table in the dining room when he entered and she looked up with a huge smile on her face.

"Harry?"

"I left him sleeping with Nagini watching over him." Voldemort answered, sitting at his place and serving himself.

Mother nodded, beaming happily. Voldemort thought it odd since Mother was never this happy.

"Don't worry, Tommy, you'll be perfect." Voldemort looked at her, frowning. Merope stood kissed his bald head and left, bouncing.

Voldemort looked after her, more confused than ever with the woman's reaction.

–LSDMYW–

Harry refused to go down for lunch when Voldemort called for him and in the end, the man sent a house elf with a light meal. At tea time, he was called to have tea with the Dark Lord, which Harry also didn't go to.

He couldn't face the man. How could he tell the man that he was pregnant when the man didn't want children? Harry wanted the child as much as he loved Voldemort and he only knew that he was pregnant for a day.

Finally, Harry left his quarters and went to a room where a few months ago Voldemort had freaked out and killed newly joined Death Eaters. If Harry could trust what he was told, they had been infiltrated by the Ministry. Harry looked at the dry blood caking the room. Merope advised to let the blood dry and then to use hot water, soap and a scrubber to take it out. The House Elves had already taken from the room what Harry had deemed unsalvageable so now he was only to take the blood from the chairs, tables, furniture, floor and walls.

He had been postponing it, but now he didn't want to think, so it was a great way of spending time. Asking his personal house elf to make the cleaning utensils appear, he sat before a chair and started to work.

–LSDMYW–

Voldemort stormed into his quarters ready to scream at Harry when he noticed that he wasn't there.

"Mello!" A female house elf immediately appeared, shrinking with fear. "Where is Harry and Nagini?"

"Master Harry in bloody room be. Master Harry ask Mello hot water, window cleaner, and scrubber. Snake's Master with Master Harry be. Snake's Master to Master Harry hiss. Mello Snake's Master don’t understand." The pitying house elf answered.

Voldemort turned and went to the mentioned room. It wouldn't do to hurt Harry's favorite house elf. If the boy was already angry with him, it would only be giving wood to the fire. When he entered, he saw his boy sitting on the floor, cross-legged, cleaning the blood from a chair. His hands and arms were stained with the blood and Voldemort knew from experience that his clothes would be a mess. There would be no salvation for them, which was a pity as it was the boy's favorite P.J's.

"Harry," his boy didn't look up, but he showed to be listening. "It's time for dinner. Come, you need a bath and a change of clothes…"

"I'm not hungry and besides, I'm busy." The boy said, brushing stray hair from his fringe on his forehead with the back of his hand and blooding his forehead and hair.

Voldemort rolled his eyes and with a flick of his wand, the cleaning utensils disappeared.

"Why do you clean that by hand?"

Harry looked back and up at him, his face full of the same blood he had been cleaning from the chairs. The boy sneered at him.

"Because Merope told me that you hate the feeling things get when they are cleaned the magical way. Who do you think cleans our quarters since house elves are forbidden from using magic there?"

Voldemort sighed. Harry was in discussion day. Approaching, he picked his boy up bridal style, who started to struggle in order to release himself. Voldemort took his fighting lover to their quarters, forcing him in the bath tub and entering with him, his robs already dirty from the blood covering Harry. Taking the clothes from both of them, Voldemort cleaned all the blood from his Harry. It hadn't taken long for the boy to succumb to his touches and let him clean him.

Finally the two only stayed under the waterfall, hugging each other, his boy with his head on his chest and Voldemort with his on the boy's hair. He loved the boy's hair - the smell and the fact that even with water there was nothing that could control it. Voldemort knew that his mother had tried.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" The boy shook his head and Voldemort smirked. "How did I know that you would say that?"

–LSDMYW–

Bellatrix growled. It was all that boy's fault! If he hadn't enchanted her Lord, he wouldn't think that the boy was a Horcrux and the boy would be dead. But Bella would prove her Lord that the kid was nothing more than a filthy blood and then they could go back to their old ways, killing everyone in their way and she would be her Lord's most trusted once again.

–LSDMYW–

In the morning, Voldemort made Harry wake early and, after breakfast, went with him to the bloody room and sat on a clean chair, making his papers and Harry cleaning utensils appear. When the man saw Harry's inquiring look, he raised a hairless eyebrow.

"Didn't you say that you had a lot to clean? Up you go, I'm seeing too much red for a clean room."

Harry smiled, containing his chuckle, and went to work.

–LSDMYW–

For the next week, Voldemort would look up from his own work from time to time to watch his working Harry. There was something the boy was avoiding thinking about, but Voldemort could clearly see that he was happy. He had caught a few smiles and grins on his boy's face, but if the boy looked at Voldemort he would lose his shine and would sigh sadly. And more than once, Voldemort caught him humming Mother's lullaby under his breath.

Finally, when the boy moved over to the walls, Voldemort was expelled from the room and he moved to the office again.

There was something that made his boy happy but he feared to tell Voldemort. Harry had never feared to speak his mind around him, (quite the contrary actually and it was one of the things Voldemort liked in Harry) so what could it be?

–LSDMYW–

Hearing a hissing sound with no meaning, Harry looked from the wall he had just painted to the door. His eyes grew. Bellatrix was there with a menace look, wand in hand.

Stepping away, Harry hide behind a closet while she tried to hex him. Harry looked at the window, which was open. Taking a deep breath, he ran for it and jumped through the window, hugging his belly. He heard an angry scream from the window and closed his eyes, ready for the impact. Just that it never came.

"Harry?"

Harry opened his eyes and found himself in his lover's arms.

"Why did you feel like jumping from a window? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Harry looked around, noticing that he was in his lover's office, by the open window.

"Bellatrix…"

Voldemort eyes saw red. Harry felt himself being passed to another chest and Voldemort left, screaming the woman's name. Harry looked to the person Voldemort had passed him to and saw Mr. Malfoy. The man took him to the couch, the one Voldemort had there for Harry, and laid him down.

"Did she hit you?" Harry shook his head, sitting and hugging his belly, and cried. "Hush, Young Lord, you're safe…"

"No…" Harry mumbled. When the man repeated himself, Harry screamed; "NO, I'M NOT!" Standing, he ran from the office and down the hall, down a couple of staircases and then outside. He could hear Bellatrix's screams of pain, but he didn't stop running. He couldn't stay. Voldemort didn't want their child, his minions were ready to attack him if given the chance… His baby wasn't safe.

–LSDMYW–

"My Lord." Voldemort looked up from Bellatrix's screaming body to Lucius. "Young Potter snapped at me and fled the office. When I got to the door, he had already disappeared and I can't find him."

Voldemort eyes grew.

"Mello." The house elf appeared. "Where's Harry?"

The house elf cowered and pointed out the window towards the forest.

"Master Harry forest way ran, he did."

Voldemort put two finders on his temples, massaging it.

"Call Fenrir. I want him in that forest. Harry can't do magic. Do make sure the werewolf knows of it."

The house elf nodded and disappeared.

"I'm sorry, My Lord."

Voldemort looked at Lucius and shook his head, looking at the pitiful woman at his feet. Giving her a kick, he said; "It's not your fault. Make sure that she's found by the Aurors."

"My Lord…" the woman shrieked.

Voldemort turned to her angrily.

"If something happens to Harry or Oakes, I'll make sure you will be given the Kiss and then I'll make you Harry's personal slave."

The woman eyes grew, her mouth falling.

–LSDMYW–

Harry heard a crack and turned, frowning when he saw Kreacher.

"Kreacher?"

"Master Sirius Black, blood traitor, sent Kreacher to look for Master Nice Harry, and Kreacher is doing. Master Potions, nasty man, tell Master Sirius, blood traitor, that Master Nice Harry in danger is. Kreacher can't let Master Nice Harry in danger stay, no he can't." With that, the house elf approached, grabbing Harry's clothes and apparated with him.

"Harry." Harry felt himself being squeezed to death by someone arms that he recognized as his godfather.

"Black, let him breath and let me work."

Sirius made a face. "Bossy, that one," he mumbled, stepping back.

Harry snickered and looked at Snape, who grabbed his hand pulling him to a living room and onto a couch.

"When Lucius firecalled me saying what Bellatrix did and what had unfolded… You know how lucky you are that the Lord had seen you jump and use his magic to summon you? And running to a forest with no magic? It's like trying to kill yourself and…"

Sirius put his hand on the ranting man, who looked at Sirius and then at Harry, noticing his tears.

"The baby's fine, Potter," he said, trying to soothe Harry's tears.

"He hates me." The two adults frowned. "Voldemort doesn't want a child." Harry let his face fall on his hands, crying, "I can't go back, not pregnant… and I want the baby…"

Harry could feel his ex-professor sneering at him. The man stood.

"I'm going to contact the Dark Lord. I'll tell him that you have run to your godfather and refuse to leave the house as you don't feel safe there." Harry nodded, his head still in his hands. "Potter…"

Harry looked up; Sirius sat by his side and hugged him with one arm while Snape was standing, looking down at him.

"My obligations are to you, but I have to say that I don't believe that the Dark Lord hates you. The man has been changing his ways of approaching the war since a year of your kidnapping hadpassed."

"That was the time that I stopped fighting him…" Harry mumbled, his eyes growing.

"The Dark Lord started soft, things like no killing unless really avoidable. But now the war talk and your inputs… no one tells the Dark Lord what to do and how to act- not even Lady Merope."

"He…?"

"Yes, Potter. The Dark Lord has been having Lucius implant your ideas in the other Lord families."

"Dumbledore as been Occluding that from the Order and the Ministry is doing the same from the masses. If people found out, they would start to consider the man words." Sirius said. "When Snape told me you got my letter, I knew that you were happy and not a dark wizard. Dumbledore tried to convince me that you had turned dark."

"Never!" Harry shrieked, outraged.

"It's because of Lord Oakes, Potter." Snape added. "I told Black and your little friends about him."

"So we would understand why Voldemort kept you alive and safe. Ron, Hermione, and the twins have been trying to find all the insides of the war and since then, they keep me updated and Iinform Snape." Sirius put in.

Harry nodded.

"While you're here you'll be half safe. But…" Snape turned to Sirius. "We must add a ward so Dumbledore and company can't enter without asking for expressed permission at any given moment."

"And how would I update the wards? I'm a runaway Lord."

The two looked at Harry. Harry gulped.

"Potter, call Kreacher."

Harry frowned, but called for the house elf, who immediately appeared, bowing before Harry. Sirius grinned.

"Kreacher, I want you to update the wards to stop any person from entering unless one of us three give him or her entrance, and only we three can enter without having to ask for permission."

The house elf sneered. Sirius looked at Harry.

"Kreacher, please do what he says." The house elf bowed and disappeared. Harry frowned, looking at the others. "What is going on?"

"As my godson, you became my heir. Since you are my heir and I am currently a runaway, that makes you the Black's Lord. That means…"

"He have to obey me."

Sirius nodded, beaming.

–LSDMYW–

"My Lord." Voldemort looked at the fireplace where Severus' face was.

"What is it, Severus?"

"Young Lord is safe and well." That got the attention of everyone in the office.

The Death Eaters that were there immediately turned to Severus, one being Fenrir, who had just returned with the news that someone must have apparated the boy.

"Black sent his house elf out looking for Young Lord and the elf took the boy to Black. Black has re-warded the house and if someone approaches the boy with ill intentions or to take him out, the attacker is immediately sent out of the house to the middle of the road."

Voldemort sighed. His Harry was all right… He was safe.

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