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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 torture, fluff

Nr words in this chapter: 2,298

"Talking"

"Horcrux talking"

'Thinking'

'Horcrux speaking in Harry's mind'

–Parseltongue–

–Horcrux speaking Parseltongue–

Chapter VI

–Harry's pregnant?–

Voldemort turned to Rodolphus when Severus' head disappeared. His Harry was safe but that didn't mean that he would leave the boy alone. He was His to protect, anyway.

"Rodolphus, Narcissa, Rabastan." The three stiffen immediately. "Read this." He said, giving them a letter from his desk. "The others, out!"

Everyone left; Voldemort knew that they were clearly relieved by the boy appearance as it calmed the Dark Lord and meant less torture for them. Voldemort looked at the three still in the room.

"Can you enter the headquarters house?" he asked, considering the letter that the dogfather had sent his boy.

"I lived there as a child, My Lord, yes I can."

Voldemort turns to the two males, who nodded.

"Then go. I want you to bring him back and, if he refuses to leave, to guard him."

The three bowed and left. Voldemort looked out the window, sighing.

'Harry, why did you flee? Do you feel so unsafe under my jurisdiction that you decided to trust your luck elsewhere? Or maybe you're just sick and tired of my company?'

–LSDMYW–

Rodolphus looked to the space where the number 12 should be, rolling his eyes.

"You would think they would hide the headquarters better, wouldn't you?"

Rabastan laughed by his side.

"Good thing they didn't, don't you think, brother of mine? Or it would be our heads rolling on the floor along with Bella's."

The three shivered and approached the houses. Rodolphus felt the wards and whistled.

"Sirius really did protect the house. Protecting ward - only when we knock and be given entrance, we can enter."

"Severus must have had a word in that." Rabastan said smugly, and the two shared looks, snickering.

Narcissa rolled her eyes and knocked on the door of number 12, which had appeared when they approached (as they already knew the place it had showed to them).

"Be careful! We want my cousin to let us in." She chastised.

The door opened and they heard Lady Walburga's voice screaming names at Sirius as said man's head appeared out the door looking at them. Narcissa bowed her head slightly.

"Good morning Sirius. It's good to see you. Would you let us in? We would like to see Lord Harry." Narcissa said nicely, as she had been taught like the pureblood that she was, so unlike her sister.

"Harry doesn't want to see anyone." And so unlike her cousin, Rodolphus thought to himself, rolling his eyes again.

"Sirius, we swear that none of us we would ever hurt the Young Lord. We won't be leaving here as the Dark Lord himself sent us to become the Young Lord's bodyguards." He said trying to keep his voice serene.

"For you to do the same as your wife?" Sirius barked angrily.

Rodolphus had to contain himself to stop sneering at the wizard.

"My wife is the only Death Eater who thinks that the Young Lord is the worst thing that happened to the Dark Lord. All of us can see the changes and know that they are for the better. We all know that Young Lord is more important than all of us together. Besides my wife, none would think of hurting Young Lord."

They heard movement inside and a hand appeared on Sirius' shoulder.

"Sirius, that's enough." Young Lord appeared by Sirius' side. He had obviously been crying; his eyes were bloody red. The teen turned to the three and opened the door completely. "You may enter as long as you don't hurt me or my own or try to take me back against my own orders."

Rodolphus bowed his head and entered, feeling the wards kicking in around him, knowing that there would be no turning around them now.

"May I wonder what's wrong with the house?" Narcissa asked, looking around in disgust.

Rodolphus himself had to say that the house had seen better days.

"The house elf, since Sirius' mother died, hasn't been working on the house. Sirius has been cleaning it himself, but he's no expert in cleaning." Young Lord said while they passed by Lady Walburga's portrait that had shut up at seeing who was that entered.

They entered the living room and Rodolphus could see that was one of the cleaner places in the house but had no comparison to what it was before he was arrested, and the Young Lord sat on a couch. The three stayed standing in front of him and Young Lord raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not Voldemort. You can move as you please."

Rodolphus traded glances with his brother and sister-in-law and the three sat.

"Severus?" Rabastan asked.

"He just left to go make me a potion." Young Lord answered nonchalantly.

"A potion?" Narcissa inquired, standing and taking her wand out, ready to start examining the Young Lord. "He said to the Dark Lord that you were fine…"

"And I am."

The Death Eaters frowned. Sirius rolled his eyes from the door.

"Harry's pregno. Snape's making him potions to help him not lose the child. Without the father's magic, he has the risk of losing it."

Rodolphus could see Young Lord glaring at Sirius, who merely shrugged. Obviously, Young Lord didn't want them to know.

"That's why you ran. My wife threatened your child. You stopped feeling safe - not for yourself, but for the child"

Young Lord nodded, lowering his head.

"But also because, accordingly to Harry, your Dark Lord told his pregnant lover that he doesn't want children."

Rodolphus stood and approached Sirius.

"May I use the fireplace?"

"It's in the kitchen." Sirius merely answered, a mischievous light appearing in his eyes and Rodolphus left before the Young Lord even thought of telling him to stop.

Going to the kitchen, he firecalled the Dark Lord's office.

"My lord." The Dark Lord appeared by his office fire, Rodolphus never seeing him walk so fast. "We have been giving entrance but can't bring the Young Lord with us without his permission."

The Dark Lord nodded, not satisfied with the news but relieved none the less.

"And, My Lord, the real reason for why Young Lord fled is because he's pregnant and is afraid of losing the child or that the Dark Lord would force him to abort." Rodolphus said and left before his lord had time to react.

If Bellatrix would get pregnant he would want to know… even if that crazy woman was the mother.

–LSDMYW–

'Harry's pregnant?'

'Is this what my Harry wanted to speak with me?'

'A child?'

'Is this the reason why he asked about the adoptions?'

'His half smiles… his sighs… the hug around his belly during the jump…'

Voldemort felt like banging his head against the wall. The signals were all there. And he called himself smart! Even his mother had known. That explained what she said… and he dared to behave just like his father when his mother had got pregnant.

It was no wonder his boy had run away. He must think that Voldemort hates him for getting pregnant.

Voldemort sighed. Harry wanted his baby, obviously… This war had to end quickly if he wanted to be able to protect his heir…

'An heir; it is for real. Harry is pregnant…'

He was no father, how could he? He was a monster. He was not a nice man. After school, he had looked for his father, who had obviously refused him and then he had found his uncle Morfin… after everything that man had done to his mother, he decided to kill him. The man was no better than the muggles he despised. The only possible fatherly figure Voldemort ever had was Tom… the 20 years old wizard who had hired and then fallen for his pregnant mother and had never hint on her or any other woman. His mother loved his father too much to see it. When Voldemort was young and he saw it, he confronted Tom. The man had smiled sadly. "I love her too much to tell her. And love her too much to move one." Voldemort never really understood. It was plain stupid. It was like he had said to his Harry, love makes people weak. But the man had said one thing that Voldemort had agreed back then as a teen and even now in the present, as an adult, he still agrees in it. "I would move the stars for her." Voldemort would move the stars for his mother and wasn't he moving his own beliefs for his Harry? Just so he would be happy?

Voldemort rolled his eyes. Dated the boy for a year and he had already managed to make him change so much…

And Harry was pregnant… he had a baby in his belly.

Voldemort took his head from the glass of the window and looked at the fireplace. There was someone he needed to speak to…

–LSDMYW–

Tom, the bartender, entered his kitchen when he felt the wards wag, only to find You-Know-Who sitting on a stool where a boy that he had seen being born and helped raise once used to sit.

"I'm no better than my biological father, you know? I used to say I would never be like him and now I see myself repeating the same mistakes…" The wizard mumbled, trading his red eyes from the floor to Tom. "My lover ran from home because I told him I don't want heirs… and he just happens to be pregnant…"

You-Know-Who put his head in his hands. Tom sighed, obviously recognizing the boy in this older man. He approached, prepared tea to both of them, and sat before him. A normal person would call him crazy for not calling for the Aurors, but he knew his Tommy.

"Did you know that he was pregnant when you told him that you didn't want an heir?"

"No. I only just found out through my men who found him…"

The boy, now man - even if that was questionable - took a sip of the tea.

"If Dumbledore or the Ministry suspects that I'm here, they would freak out."

"I can always put a sign outside saying: 'You-Know-Who Was Born Here' and that would shut them up."

The man chuckled icily and quietly.

"Mother knew… she told me I would do fine… back then I didn't understand…"

"Do you like him?"

Tommy looked up, his red eyes locking on Tom. Tom had to restrain himself not to flinch. Even as a child, the boy's looks made him uncomfortable.

"Will I sound too lame if I say I love him?"

Tom smiled. Whoever this lover was, Tom already liked him.

"Why don't you want an heir? Do you fear he wouldn't love you back? Or that you won't love him?"

"I don't want people to mistreat him because of who I am… They already do it to Harry, my lover, to the point that he felt that he should run away because he didn't feel safe in my own house… our own house."

Tom frowned, 'Harry? As in Harry Potter?'

"Who dared to hurt Mr. Potter?" Tom asked, hoping he was right in his assuming.

"Bellatrix Lestrange."

Luckily, he was right.

"That woman never had everything in its place on her mind." Tom pointed out, remembering how she was before the imprisonment.

"I almost lost my Harry, because of her… To think she dared to think to hurt my lover and heir…"

Tom smiled.

"You'll be a great father, so unlike your real one."

The boy, now man, looked up from his clenched hands frowning, clearly not understanding. But that didn't surprised Tom since the boy never had understood feelings before.

"You feel possessive, protective. You already care about your heir and you just found out he exists and the ones that aren't good parents don't feel that way… Don't worry, you'll be great."

"Now you just sounded like mother." The boy sneered.

Tom smiled sadly.

"You look happy… hours ago, I would have called you the monster that everyone thinks you to be… but the monster is your father, who never cared about you. You are no monster. You care and you worry about your lover and heir. Trust me, you'll do great."

Tommy nodded and stood, moving to the fireplace. He stopped, looking back.

"You never did marry did you?" Tom shook his head. "I still don't understand it. It's just plain stupid."

Tom smiled, knowing perfectly well what Tommy meant.

"It's better to have her as a friend than to lose her forever." Tommy frowned. "When you started with your Harry, didn't you fear that he would refuse you and would stop talking to you forever?"

"My Harry would never…"

"He could have refused you. He could have felt repulsed by you." Tommy eyes grew slightly, but it was enough for Tom to know the message was passed. "You may have feared his reactions for a few moments; what if you had never gave the next step? Would you date another one?"

Tommy stayed inexpressive, looking at him in silence, who knew what that man was thinking. Finally he smirked and turned.

"Mother never married either." He said cheekily, leaving.

Tom groaned.

–LSDMYW–

Harry looked out the window of his bedroom. Mrs. Malfoy had made his personal house elf come and prepare his room and now all the Malfoys' house elves were cleaning the house. Harry put his hand on his flat belly. Was there really a child? Why were they even caring? They had told Voldemort as well. The man had probably already given orders to abort it or…

Harry choked on a sob.

"Young Lord." Harry looked up to see Rabastan at his bedroom' door. "You have a letter… from Tom the bartender. We already checked it… you should read it."

(TBC)
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