A/N: Haza! First Harry Potter fic! Finally got to it! Took me a damn long time to be inspired! If you know my work, I rape everyone eventually, same here. But I'm good as hell at it.

WARNINGS: The rape of Draco Malfoy, Slash, mpreg. um….that's all I think…I may throw something in there later.

Blind panic wasn't the right phrase for the terror running up and down his spine. How could he have gotten caught so easily? Ron and Hermione had no idea where he was, maybe a basic guess, but they would never look for him here. They had been making a desperate attempt the get the locket from Voldemort, which hung loosely around his stringy neck. Hermione had been able to get Ron out, but Harry's fingers slipped out of hers when Voldemort got hold of him.

"Put him in my private chambers," Voldemort said as he ran his fingers over Harry's cheek, "I will enjoy him later."

'I have to get out!' Harry knew fear, it was nothing new to him, but this fear, this new fear was something that had yet to fail in faltering him in his steps every time the thought passed over him.

He pulled harder on the unforgiving metal bars that surrounded his animal like cage in the corner of the room, in front of him was a lavish room complete with a king sized bed and a balcony. Everything in the room was either black or gray, appropriate for the Dark Lord.

The cage was tiny; Harry couldn't even stand straight in it. He had never felt so exposed and weak before. His wand was gone, lost, broken, he couldn't even guess, all he knew was that its comforting weight against his chest that was usually there was nonexistent.

'Fuck!' Harry crumbled in the corner of the cage, he had pulled at every bar with all his might, nothing. Short of chewing on them, there was nothing he could do anymore…

When the sounds of a door being open sounded curling into a ball was all Harry could do to not burst into broken sobs.

Tiny foot steps sounded in the room and before he could even see the person that had entered the room Harry already knew that it was not Voldemort, the steps were too petite and cautious, it wasn't Voldemort that Harry saw wander into the room. His eyes glossy and half curious, it was…Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. More pale then he had ever seen the boy before.

"Malfoy?" Harry's voice was not filled with malice; he seemed to be stating a fact more then anything.

Malfoy's eyes ambled down to Harry's tiny cage, head cocked ever so slightly to a side. He didn't move any closer, but he did lean in a bit. "So it's true…"

'What's he doing here?' Harry couldn't help but question, he supposed it had something to do with the fact that it was his home, but what was he doing in Voldemorts room?

Draco didn't seem to want to get any closer to the cage then he already was, wrapping his arms tightly around himself Harry saw how ridiculously thin the other boy was, he looked very…pathetic. Much to the surprise of Harry, Draco's presents only served to comfort him, the familiarity of it. That, however, did not forgive any of Draco's past deeds.

"Come to watch the show?" Harry tried to sound malicious, but it only came out as a broken whisper.

Draco shifted feet, breaking his eyes from Harry, as though the sight of the boy in the cage burned his very soul. Draco looked on the verge of tears for some reason.

"I….I" Draco moved closer to the cage, in shallow miniscule steps, it seemed to take a thousand years for the boy to get close enough to touch.

The stutter in Draco's voice reminded Harry of his hatred for the cowards' boy, fueled by his hatred and fear he reached his hand out to snatch the boys robe. Draco moved out of the way though, just fast enough.

Almost animalistic Harry tried again, trying for one of the boys legs, missing as well as Draco crawled away, shouting.

"Stop it Potter! I'm trying all right!?" The boys voice was still shaking, only harder this time. Then Harry saw them, griped tight in Draco's left hand, keys.

"Are those…" Harry looked at Draco harder this time, he seemed to be holding something heavy in his other arm, but Harry couldn't see what. Draco pulled whatever it was in his right arm closer, and with shaking everything, moved once again closer to Harry's cage.

Harry decided not to question Draco's motives again; if this boy was willing to provide and escape Harry was in.

"If…if I do this." Draco started, the key but hovering at the opening of the lock, "You have to take me with you."

Harry looked at Draco again, his eyes were a deep shade of blue gray, determined, frightened.

"All right."

Draco then handed Harry something he thought he would never see again, his wand. Harry took it from Draco's delicate fingers, and nearly kissed it. He finely felt whole again.

"Draco?" Both boys looked behind them to find Voldemort standing just behind them, his snake hissing loudly.

The lock clicked open, and Harry was out like a light.

Just as Voldemort made a lunge for them Draco made a grab for Harry's hand, Harry could hear Draco shout a spell before all went black.

It felt like all the air was being sucked out of Harry's lungs. This didn't feel like the normal Apparate, it hurt much more then that.

Harry tried to look at Draco, who still seemed to be yelling out spells, and in a great amount of pain as well. Harry griped his hand harder as he tried to recognize the spell that Draco was using, but no luck, Draco was in it alone, and all Harry could do was hold on as tightly as he could.

It seemed to take decades for the flashes of light and the wiping of air to stop, and Harry was sure that the only reason it did was because he had passed out at some point.

Harry could feel his head pounding in rhythm with the rest of his body. A great pulsating pain was going all about him. The air around him was cool and…fresh. Barley able to, Harry pulled himself up from the ground to find himself in the woods, and alone.

Harry looked around expecting to find a blond head just a few feet from him, however, nothing. The boy was gone.

"Malfoy!" The shout was out of his mouth before he really even had time to think about it. Harry looked all around him, expecting to see death eaters surrounding him. Nothing.

Deeming it safe, Harry got up to look for Malfoy, which he soon found, running in a dead sprint away from him down a hill.

"Malfoy!!" Harry looked around again; he couldn't seem to stop shouting.

Draco didn't stop; he didn't even seem to slowing down, so Harry gave chase, half falling down the hill in a desperate attempt to catch up the boy.

There didn't seem to be any way for Harry to catch up to Malfoy, who was almost a quarter mile away from him at this point. Just then Draco took a sharp turn into the trees, and seemed to be slowing down a bit. Empowered, Harry quickened his pace, catching up with Malfoy, who was on the ground wrestling what looked to be a Patronum into a corner.

"Tell the Dark Lord to find a new pure blood!" He shouted in rage as the angry badger disappeared.

Out of breath, barley standing on his won two feet Harry came to a halt behind Draco, pulling his wand out.

"Was that a…" Harry looked around in a panic, looking for the owner of the angry badger.

"No." Draco answered, not seeming to be at all worried. Harry looked back at Draco, who was walking back towards a tree to pick up what appeared to be nothing. "But something just as powerful."

Harry felt like hell, breathing air in hard gasps, he fell onto his ass in the dirt, desperate for oxygen.

Draco held the invisible bundle to his chest with two hands, Harry watch, unbelievably curios.

"What is that? You've had it the whole time right?"

Harry didn't know what to make of Malfoy's fear, which contorted his face; he pulled at something invisible to reveal…a baby.

The baby, blond and pale flung his arms up in the air and wiped at his face as if to try and get the invisible off of him.

Harry shot up and crawled closer, Draco pulled the baby closer, who still seemed to want to rub his face with his fingers.

"Is that….why…?" Harry just continued to stare at the child, as though any second now he would change into something new.

"His name is Jeremy." Draco spoke with…pride.

Harry looked up to find Draco fawning over the baby, who was enjoying every second of it. Harry couldn't speak, he couldn't think or do anything but watch, fascinated, as Malfoy leaned down and kissed the babies forehead.

Yay! I know, the story is a bit rushed, but it gets better! Review!