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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 torture, fluff

Nr words in this chapter: 2,033

"Talking"

"Horcrux talking"

'Thinking'

'Horcrux speaking in Harry's mind'

–Parseltongue–

–Horcrux speaking Parseltongue–

Chapter VII

–Regret Nothing–

"My Harry would never…" Voldemort started, really not liking where this talk was going.

"He could have refused you. He could have felt repulsed by you."

Voldemort eyes grew slightly, 'Okay, that could have happened.' It hurt just to think of his Harry slap and sneer at him when he had kissed him a year ago, on the boy's birthday, instead of kissing back.

"You may have feared his reactions for a few moments; what if you had never gave the next step? Would you date another one?"

Voldemort stayed silent, looking at the bartender. He was right. He would have preferred Harry as his friend, maybe even as a brother, than nothing at all… and date another? Who would be crazy enough except Bella…trix to bed him?

Voldemort frowned inwardly at his own train of thoughts, deciding to change it immediately.

Tom had never married… that meant he still loved his mother, who had never married either. Voldemort couldn't help the smirk from surfacing, as he turned to leave.

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

He could still hear Tom groans as he was whisked away.

–LSDMYW–

Rabastan looked at Young Lord as he entered the Young Lord's private room. The teen had his hand on his belly while he looked outside, the light from the moon on his creamy flesh, making him look more beautiful than he already was. Rabastan had to take a deep breath and remind his man parts that this beauty belonged to his Lord. And it was then that he heard a choked sob. Rabastan felt like killing the one who dared make this beauty cry.

"Young Lord." Green eyes looked up to see Rabastan by the door. The green eyes under the moonlight only made him more beautiful and Rabastan had to use every restrain that he had learnt as a pureblood to not court the teen. "You have a letter… from Tom the bartender. We already checked it… you should read it." He said, showing the letter in his hand.

The teen looked at it and then approached, picking it up. Rabastan turned to leave but stopped, looking at Young Lord.

"Young Lord?" The teen looked from the envelope to Rabastan with those innocent Avada Kedavra eyes that had seen too much already. "If he was angry, we would had felt it. And even if he would tell us to…" Rabastan had to restrain his voice from vacillate. "Abort the Young Lord's child, we couldn't because of the wards that would send us away before we could strike. Our job is to protect you and the baby."

The teen nodded and sat, opening the envelope and taking the parchment from within. Rabastan turned again to leave.

"Stay…" Rabastan turned his head, surprised at the small, Veela-like. "Please?"

Rabastan gave a light smile, knowing that would calm Young Lord and approached, sitting on a stool by the Young Lord's bed. The fact that he couldn't have this beauty didn't mean he couldn't appreciate. It was no wonder that his sister-in-law had tried to kill him; that woman was jealous of anything that was shiner than her.

–LSDMYW–

Harry opened the parchment, his hands trembling. 'Why is Tom sending me a letter?'

Dear Mr. Potter,

Subsequently to your running away from home, someone decided to make me a visit. This person is your lover. His mother had came to me when she was pregnant and I let her stay as long as she would cook and help in the inn. To say the truth, I was enthralled with her. As you may be wondering, yes, her son was birthed here and lived here until his twentieth year. And I have to say, I don't regret letting them come.

Your lover never understood feelings and I suspect he never will, but when he came and told me head on that he was in love with you, I knew that you were special.

Harry's eyes grew. Voldemort loved him?

As you may suspect, your lover's father was a muggle that had left mother and child before the baby was even born. This makes him afraid to love, afraid of following his father's steps. Everything he does is to prove that he is not Him. He even changed his face so he wouldn't look so much like Him, so his mother would stop seeing her lost lover and start seeing her son.

I'm sorry for this old man's rant, but I know you need to hear this as much as I need to say this.

A tear fell down Harry's cheeks.

I'm going right now to Gringotts; you may wonder why and that's why I'm telling you this now. As an outlaw, your lover can't be my heir (as much as I loathe it) so this means that you (as the only one that Tommy as ever loved) will be my heir.

Harry's eyes grew.

I know that you are somewhere safe so Tommy can't find you. And I support it all the way, but you should knock some sense in those bodyguards of yours that he sent to protect you and go to Gringotts right away. Walking, by the way. No magic transportation for you, mister, unless you want to lose the child.

I don't know if you have any male pregnancy books so when you pass though my inn I'll have them ready and packed for you to take with you. Do tell your bodyguards to hide that scar of yours with makeup (We don't want the costumers to see it, do we?) and do try to dress like a wizard (it will raise less attention).

Finally, I have to say thank you. Tommy never felt anything besides an odd feeling of son/mother with his mother. The fact that you can make him feel (and I really mean Feel, not just hate) means that you won all my praises. I always cared for Tommy and I always will (just like I care for his mother).

With Love from this old man,

Tom Leaks

Ps. Tommy said that his mother never married… Can you talk to me about her when you pass by?

–LSDMYW–

Rabastan looked at Young Lord as he looked back.

"Did you read this?" Rabastan nodded, flinching at the cold look so alike the teen's lover and his Lord that was send his way. "If I leave the house?"

"We will take you to the inn and then to Gringotts and then back here." Rabastan answered.

The teen looked down at the letter again.

"I want a vow as you will keep to that. And tell Narcissa to stop watching over the house elves and start preparing our going out. We three need clothes and makeup as we three are known in the magical word."

The man nodded and as the teen made the signal with his hand for him to stand, Rabastan stood and left. Young Lord was a leader; he was perfect for his Lord.

Rabastan approached his brother and his brother's sister-in-law.

"Narcissa, Young Lord wants you to start preparing our going out. Clothes for us three and his words were 'makeup'?"

The woman nodded.

"And he said that we have to do a vow that we won't just take him to the Dark Lord on the moment he steps out of the house."

"Magical vow?" Rodolphus asked.

Rabastan was going to shake his head when they heard; "Obviously." The three turned to Sirius, with his arms crossed over his chest and glaring at the three. "And cousin, do get all those makeup, or whatever, for me too. I'm going with you. With vow or not, I don't trust you."

Rabastan felt like punching the guy; he still asked himself why his brother had asked their parents when he found he would be engaged to a Black to be engaged to this man. If the man hadn't run away at fifteen, he could have been his brother-in-law… Rabastan gagged at the idea of his supposed nephews… well Bellatrix wasn't much better, but seriously - a Lestrange Gryffindor? That was a no-no.

Of course, Rabastan would never get a straight answer from his brother for his reasoning's.

–LSDMYW–

Rodolphus smirked at Sirius' pose. The man was obviously a Black and a pureblood.

"Will the Dark Lord know of our outing?" Narcissa asked, always the polite one. She sounded like she was talking to the Minister instead of her hated cousin.

"It's better if he doesn't or he'll find a way to kidnap Young Lord and that will only make Young Lord angrier with the Dark Lord." Rodolphus reasoned with her.

The woman nodded and turned to go upstairs when she stopped and looked at Sirius.

"May I ask who the Black Lord is? You or Young Lord?"

Rodolphus frowned, clearly had not expected that question.

"Harry. I'm a runaway, convicted murderer. I lost my title as Lord of the family the moment Harry became of age."

The woman nodded and left. Sirius glared at the Lestrange brothers.

"Any funny stuff and I…"

Rabastan rolled his eyes and left. Rodolphus rolled his eyes inwardly at his brother tactics. The boy was still pouting because he had asked for Sirius, a man, for his husband instead of the crazy Bellatrix.

Rodolphus raised an eyebrow at Sirius, who suddenly paled as if he had just noticed that he had been left alone with Rodolphus. Rodolphus had to contain his smirk. Last time he had been alone with the man, he had been fourteen and had been during the Winter Solstice before the teen had run away from home.

"Remembering last time we were here on our own?" Rodolphus provoked.

The man glared and turned to leave. Rodolphus couldn't contain his laugh, even after all this time the man still feared that he would try to court him.

"I'm married to your cousin, Sirius. I may not like her, but I don't do infidelity." He said reassuringly and went to sit on a couch, thinking that he didn't do women either. At least, not after he had tasted Sirius.

The man froze and turned to him, deeply pale.

"Besides, you were the one who ran from home, getting yourself out of the family tree and out of our engagement."

"I wouldn't wed a Death Eater." The man sneered.

Rodolphus shrugged nonchalant, so he wouldn't show the man how much that hurt to hear.

He knew that they had been young, and Sirius' teenager hormones with the added bonus of the two having too many drinks made him go further than he should have before the marriage, but frankly, he didn't regret it. If Rodolphus hadn't done it with him, Sirius wouldn't have run away and he may have been married with him. He knew this was a false hope though.

Rodolphus closed his eyes.

He was married to Bellatrix so he should forget the black-haired teen with a pureblood posture for which he had fallen for, so long ago.

"Why didn't you marry?" He asked, still with his eyes closed, when the man had finally regained control of his legs and was about to fled the room.

Rodolphus knew even without opening his eyes that the man paled and his eyes grew while he gaped at him. And if he would open his eyes, he knew how temped he would be of putting his own tongue in that wet, sweet cavern…

"Why does that matter?" Merlin… even his voice!

"I thought you would marry the first muggle you could find just to instigate your mother." Rodolphus said in the most nonchalant voice he could manage - it was starting to get really hard to talk with the man without jumping on him again.

"Why didn't I think of that?" he heard him murmur.

Rodolphus chest warmed at that. At least the man had never taken another lover. Even if he had feared Rodolphus he still had kept himself faithful.

How would their children have been? Dark haired and brown eyed? Or brown haired and grey eyed?

Would their children be Slytherins like him but mischievous like Sirius? Or maybe snobs like him but Gryffindors like Sirius…?

(TBC)
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