Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling own s H.P. not me!

Summary: One night changed his heart, one night changed the world's destiny.

Harry escapes to the Forbidden Forest after discovering that Dumbledore is using him as a puppet, that his "friends" are good actors and his girlfriend Ginny kissing Dean. Then guess what? Voldemort comes along and decides to abduct the crushed boy. It wouldn't be so bad if he at least Remembered his time with the Dark Lord and the seductive voice that pledges eternal to him in his dreams. Just when Harry finally comes to the conclusion that his life can't get anymore worse than it already is, Pomfrey announces that Harry's pregnant with Voldemort's child!

Warning: This is boyXboy, yaoi, shounen-ai, or whatever as long as you capiche!

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Hush my love, I'm here for you.

Forever and ever, as long as the stars shall shine and the moon glow as milky-white as you, Harry.

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That dream ,again. Every night, since that night, I've had the same dream. I'm lying in a soft bed, my head in a firm chest, feeling it's owner sweet breath wash over me, my body held in warm and

familiar arms and a hand slowly caressing my left cheek. Still, that isn't what strikes me the most, it's the voice. Calm,soothing, comforting...I feel like I know or should know that beautiful voice

pledging eternal love to someone like me. A freak, someone unworthy of such a display. Yet, even though I can't figure out whose voice it belongs to, I can't help but love him.

Yes, him. It is an undeniably male voice that speaks to me in my nightly escapades. The only place I can find peace. Why? Besides the obvious(being the Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Die or less commonly

known as the Boy-Who-Lived),my life has been a complete hell since that night. Yes I know, I keep referring to it. Well, my dear curious reader, besides informing you that curiosity killed the cat(or

the human in this case unless you happen to be a magical creature,*cough*Remus*cough* ), I shall proceed to explain this specific event.

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"Harry! Wait please, it's not what you're thinking! I swear it's not! Please wait! Harry!"

"Ginny..." How can you look at me with such sparkling eyes, filled with your own tears and tell me such a cruel lie? "Are you telling me that I didn't see you, my girlfriend, kissing Dean as if your very life

depended on it?"

"Euh...I'm sorry Harry, you weren't supposed to see that, but you what? I'm glad You saw because I've wanted to tell you something for a while now. I haven't been happy with you for months now,

you're just so, so plain, plain and lifeless.

You're like a freaking corpse! Where is the Harry Potter I feel in love with?

Where is your state of mind at Harry? Tell me! For the love of God, why won't you tell a single thing?! Am I not good enough for the Boy-Who-Lived?!"

Ginny, I thought you were different. But you are no better, I'm only Harry Potter in your eyes. "Don't you patronize me! You never loved me for who I am! You've been in love with my name, my fame and

all the benefits that come along!"

"Y-you!..You've only loved the illusion, the idea, the lie of being in love!"

"You were with him weren't you?"

"With whom?" As much as it pains me to see the hatred, hatred directed at me, I can' t bring myself to feel this ugly emotion towards you even as I am already certain of your answer. I can't bring myself to

feel. Anything. Not even pain.

"With Dean. You've been with him for all this time. Been with him behind my back. Haven't you, Gryffindor?"

I remember Ginny looking at me with a crazed light in her optic orbs and saying,

"Nn-Yes! YES! Yes,yes,yes! I have! And you know what, Harry?", such venom in your voice makes your shrill and average one sound almost beautiful," It's over! t's over and you disgust me! I don't ever

want to see your ugly and scarred face!",

then, she walked away. Away from me and back to the library corner where I caught her mouth frolicking with Dean, who still stood there like the mindless idiot that he is.

Ah, that would've hurt if I could still feel. But no, I could not, I was like a shell.

No,like a puppet and my puppeteer would be Dumbledore.

Hasn't anyone ever noticed how Dumbledore rhymes with traitor?

Six months ago,

I accidently eavesdropped on Dumbledore and my so-called best friend, Ron Weasley.

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"Professor, how long do we, Hermione and I, have to pretend to be that freak's friend? If I have to spend this winter-holyday with him, I'll just kill him myself!"

"Ron I understand your utter dislike for him, but you know it's necessary for us to gain Potter's trust so I can use him as a distraction in the final battle and finish off

Voldemort."

"But Professor, my mom says she can't stand to have him over for the holydays! It's for family members to be together and enjoy themselves, not to force smiles

upon our faces!"

A tired and exasperated exhale, " Tell Molly that I'll have the boy stay longer at his Aunt's house. Simply make up some lie about how you weren't able to pick

him up at an earlier date."

I cried myself to sleep later on yet, not a single noticed my puffy eyes or the dead look in my emerald eyes, green as the killing curse. Any hope or dream that I

bore deep within my core, extinguished like someone's life after been struck by the Avada Kedavra. I became nearly but for the taste of revenge my soul hungered for.

To make suffer all those who lied, all those liars. I walked out of the castle, I strangely felt claustrophobic in the humongous castle,

to the Forbidden Forest I suddenly and mysteriously felt attracted to.

Walking among the trees and shadows, I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"My,my,my, if it isn't Harry Potter. Want to take a walk, boy?"

A gasp of recognition came from my voice upon hearing the unwelcome hiss.

"Voldemort".

The last thing I was were blood-red eyes and then, I lost consciousness.

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Hiya! Yunah speaking! Tell me if you like the introduction and concept of this

story and if you think I should continue. I welcome any kind of reviews including

criticism, except haters!

Ps:When Harry called Ginny Gryffindor, he was referring to the fact that

Gryffindors are supposed to be loyal and tra-la-li-la-la!

And pweaassseee forgive my poor English, my native language is French and my

Mother's tongue is Spanish and, I DO NOT HAVE A BETA!!!

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