It was a peaceful evening for one Dark Lord Voldemort, until a Death Eater came in his throne room without so much as a knock, holding captive of a hooded schoolboy judging from the short stature. "Amycus." Voldemort certainly was not pleased by the impolite entry. "What," He paused for a moment, studying said Death Eater's expression and when seeing no guilt he continued formally. "Is pressing enough of a matter to disturb like such?"

"My Lord." Amycus half-bowed, difficult enough to manage that while still having a tight hold on the mysterious captive. "This–" As soon as that single word left his lips he was interrupted by his own captive's action who had just wrenched his arm roughly from the Death Eater's hold and pushed back the hood that hid his face from view.

Voldemort's reaction was instantneous. He was immediately on his feet and went down from his throne, wand drawn. "Harry Potter!"

"I have come not to fight, but to surrender myself." The boy said with absolute, eyes looking straight into his now former nemesis crimson red eyes without the slightest wavering. "Take me, take me as captive, slave, I don't care, I only asks of you, to not let them find me and harm me."

To say Voldemort was stunned was an understatement, he frowned at the boy. "Leave us!" He ordered to the by standing Death Eaters in the throne room.

"Voldemort, please, say something." He could see the desperation screaming from every fibre of the fragile-looking soon to be fifteen year old boy despite the foolish Gryffindor courage displayed.

The Dark Lord scrutinized. "Why are you here?" He noticed that the Golden Boy had not drawn out his wand. He pointed his wand under Harry's throat, to seem more threatening, to show that he was the one in power.

The boy's breathing hitched and he hesitated, biting his ower lips, cleching and unlenching his fists whilst eyes kept on the ground. "Please, I don't wanna die yet, at least not now, not so soon, if you want to kill me, I-I-...please do so after one year beginning from today."

"Why have you come to me? You know I've been itching to send you to death. Why run away from the Order?" The Dark Lord questioned further, no in the least bit relaxing his caution.

"You're the only person I know who won't turn me over the Order, I've went to the others, people whom I thought I could trust but they tricked me and I believed them for I thought they were my friends. The Order...I ran away...because, I'm, I'm pregnant." Harry gave a glance toward Voldemort's direction, he continued fast before the other could interrupt. "The father is a Death Eater."

"What!" The Dark Lord, said sharply, his wand digging deeper into the pregnant boy's throat. "How?"

"How you ask..." Harry hesitated, it was something private, something unknown to others outside of them two, should he take the question seriously? "Well, you know...um, we had sex and he relea–"

"Silencio." Voldemort canted, looking mortified at Harry's explanation as his mind immediately supplied an unnecessary image of his Daeth Eater and mortal enemy fornicating. "I know about the birds and bees Potter!"

Harry had the audacity to grin.

Voldemort sighed, rubbing his forehead in an attempt to relief the headache coming forth as he sat back down on his throne. "A Death Eater, I still hadn't seen the benefit of having you parading around my manor...unless of course you've chosen to join in my cause." He looked back at the ebony-haired boy with an expecting expression. "Finite."

"I, don't mind." He didn't even hesitate. "The Order wanted me to rid off the child, but I can't, even if it is not consensual, I want the baby, it's mine. Mine. My baby. My child." He said all this with a loving tone and a loving pair of eyes directed to the slight bump he's supporting.

Voldemort quirked but said nothing and turn around, walking back to his throne with an aura only a Lord could posess. "Slinky!" He called out and a house elf appeared, looking eagerly at Voldemort before bowing. "Get me a vial of Veritserum."

"Yes Master." The elf vanished again with a popping sound.

The-Boy-Who-Lived supported a worried look as Voldemort looked upon him again. "I need to know if you're lying or not."

"C-can you..not ask who the father is?" The boy pleaded, his tone even more desperate than before.

"You know who is the father then..." Voldemort noted, he rested his head on his hand, his elbow was propped on the throne's arms.

Harry nodded. "Please..."

"And if I say no?" He could carre less about it actually, but he is curious of what the Potter boy would say or do to that.

"I'll Obliviate you after." Harry answered swiftly, the pleading gone from his eyes, replaced by a spark of defiance.

Slinky returned with a vial of Veritaserum.

Voldemort returned the wand in its holster and pressed a spot on Harry's neck, forcing the poor boy to keep his mouth open and unable to close it. "Hold out your tongue Potter." He said harshly and Harry obeyed, his eyes staring at the small vial as it was being uncorked and a drop of of the liquid dripped on his tongue, the Dark Lord lessen the pressure on the particular spot.

"State your name." Voldemort said.

"Hadrian Jameson Potter." The younger wizard answered monotonously.

"What House are you in?"

"Godric Gryffindor's house,"

The Dark Lord paused for a moment, trying to ask another question to make sure the potion has taken effect. The simple question he had asked he had already knew the answer to so there was no making sure Harry already succumbed to the truth potion. "Do you know how your parents died?"

Surprisingly the answer was, "Yes."

That intrigued the investigator. "Oh? And how do you know that?"

"Dementors."

Voldemort hummed, another question. "Do you know the full prophecy, Harry?"

Silence.

Confusion settled on the snake-like facial. "Do you know the prophecy about you and me, Harry?"

"No."

It was definitely a revelation, a proof that the Chosen One is nothing more than a pawn on the chessboard in motion. But, that would have to wait for another moment, now, just another question until he was satisfied. "Your current health conditions, Harry."

"Five months into pregnancy, short-sighted, eight fractures, three broken fingers, left ankle twisted, running on a high fever, perhaps more but unknown to me."

An enemy would never exposed their injuries to the other side, it would be used as a weakness afterall, the sadistic Dark Lord nodded in satisfaction. "Did you ran away from the Order?"

"Yes."

One of the annoying things about Veritaserum was that you have to be tricky and in depth with your questions, afterall they only answer directly to what the question pose for. "Why?"

"They wanted to kill him, my baby."

"How?"

"They tried to force potions down my throat that would lead to miscarriage, when they found out how long I am and the potions won't work they tried to get me to abort it."

Not what he wanted to know. "How did you get past the Order? Did they have you under watch?"

"They always do. I waited for when it was Mundungus turn. Got past him easily, then Kreacher was more than eager to help me get access to the Floo network."

"Who knows of your whereabout?"

"You, the Death Eater that brought me in, myself and my pet."

"Your pet? The snow owl?"

"No."

"Oh? Where is it then and where is this pet of...yours?"

"Hedwig gone, tried to use Hedwig on me to persuade me aborting the baby. Refused, Hedwig is dead. My pet is in my pocket."

As long as it was not left with the Order, some pets have the tendencies to tracks where their owners are. "Will you join the Dark Side, Harry? Will you tell the Light about my whereabouts?"

"Yes, under a condition. Yes, under a condition."

"What conditions?" The fct that a condition existed irked him.

"Only one, keep my child safe."

"Will you make it My Heir to ensure its safety, Harry?" He drawled.

"Yes."

"Are you willing to die for its safety?"

"Yes."

It is settled then. Voldemort forced open Harry Potter's mouth and poured the antidote. Pocketing the antidote he turn his back towards Harry. "I'll let you keep a hold on your wand but unallowed to use it. If you do, it'll be snapped in half." He retreated to his throne. "Slinky! Take...Potter...to a bedroom chamber at the servants quarters. Then prepare a full course meal for the Inner Circle. Have Lickety to attend the room from today onwards until I say otherwise."

"Yes, master. Slinky bes making master Potter dinner?"

"No. The boy needs to earn his own living, he will be helping you in the kitchen and around the house until he has a month before labour. He is not 'master Potter'. You need not to answer to him or any other house elf tied to me." It was order and it was final and Harry did not even protest, he knows better than to protest. Voldemort usher them out and both left with no more words leaving him with his mind.

With Harry,

He thanked the house elf with sincerity that made the elf almost had a heart attack. He then turn to inspect the room he has been given to and smiled at the simplicity of everything but still a luxury for him who has only known the poor treatment given by the Dursleys and of course, Hogwarts but then again his school is a castle so that does not count. A simple single bed, along with a pillow and a blanket, no bolsters though. A desk and chair made out of wood, a few quills and a bottle of black ink sitting on the desk. A wardrobe and of course a door that leads to the bathroom. Entering the bathroom, he discovered there was a single person tub, raising an eyebrow at the comfort for a mere house servant.

On to the first chapter.