A/N: I know that I'm working on four other fictions but I have been writing this one for a while and now that it's nearly finished I thought I would post it up. For every five nice reviews I get on it I will add another chapter.

A/N2: The only character that is a touch out of character is Lucius. But given the circomstances he is placed in it is nessasary for his character to act in the fasion that it does.

A/N3: WARNING. This story contains male pregnancy and some slash content. It is also a little violent and there are mentions of some rather serious subjects such as abortion.

Chapter One - Somewhere Along The Line

"It is done, Lucius, my child. There is no turning back on this now. I hope for your own sake that you will have no regrets, or else you know what will happen to you."

Lucius nodded, forcing himself not to cry. But he had never felt pain like it. The act he had just commited, the spells that had been placed on him, standing here and knowing what he had just done, all it caused him was pain, beyond eny pain he thought he would ever expirience as a death eater.

Tom Riddle in his sixteen year old form stood before him, only maybe and inch or two shorter than Lucius. He smiled darkly. "You should rest." He said, pushing Lucius' loose hair over him shoulder, but Lucius recoiled from Tom's touch. "I will be back to check on you later and should you need anything then you need but to ask it of me."

He left the room, shutting the door gently behind him, leaving Lucius feeling more alone than he had ever felt. He had lost everything. All he had left was his allegence to the Dark Lord. Narcissa had left him, she hadn't been seen for quite some time and was assumed dead. Draco too had vanished, though his fate still remained uncertain, but one thing Lucius was sure of was that his son had left him for good.

If it wasn't for that then maybe Lucius would have carried on as usual. He would still have his job at the minestry, he would still be a govenor of the school, he would still be just a spy for the dark. But no. He had given up on everything and was now being hunted as a death eater. Not that Tom would ever let anyone find him.

Lucius was precious to him now. The thought made Lucius feel sick. He walked over to the bed and regarded it for a minute. Tom was right, he really should rest. But he didn't want to lay down, he just couldn't, not after what he had just done. He couldn't rest with the knowledge that he may have just created the greatest evil ever known, and that it was growing inside him even as he stood there.

He walked over to the window and leaned his head against the glass, tears falling freely down his face. The loneliness was tearing him apart, but what could he do? He couldn't just walk up to the Dark Lord and say, "Hi, I'm kinda lonely, you think you could hold me for a while? Make me feel better?" What a stupid thought.

He wouldn't want Tom to touch him again anyway. Even thinking about the things they had done made him shudder, made him want to scrub every inch of his body clean. No. All he really wanted was Draco.

He placed a solitary hand against the window as it began to rain. It was dark and musty in his little room. He hated it. He hated what he had become, what he had driven himself to. He was on the verge on insanity, and he knew it, the thought of that alone was enough to make him want to take his life.

His finger ran over the glass, tracing a droplet of rain all the way down to the frame. He pulled open the window and allowed the cold air to wash over him, and the spects of rain to fall on his hands as he held them out. It was refreshing. Lucius took a deep breath and sat down, exhasted, on a chair beside the window.

The door opened and Tom walked back in. He tipped his head on one side and cocked an eyebrow at Lucius. "I expected to find you alseep, you really must get some sleep. You are going to need your strength." He regarded the window and walked over, pulling it closed. "You'll catch a chill with that open. Rest now my little ones, I have brought you a sleeping potion." He said, handing Lucius a vial of dark liquid.

Lucius forced a half hearted smiled and took the vial, careful not to touch Tom's skin as he did so. Tom said nothing more and walked back out the room, this time closing the door more harshly behind him.

Tears streamed down Lucius' cheeks and his face contorted with a mixture of furry and sorrow. He stared down at his stomach, the anger becoming slowly more powerful than the sorrow. "I hate you." He cursed quietly at himself and the thing that was now inside him. It had been barely an hour, but he knew that Tom had been sucessful.

He had to get out of here. But where could he go? He couldn't go back to the manor. It was on constant watch by the Minestry on Magic, and even if he did manage to get in unseen Tom would find him there. There was no where he could go. He was the most wanted death eater in the country. Maybe he could leave the country? No. He would be found eventually.

He could just turn himself in. But then he would be sent to Azkaban, there was no doubt about it. But dying in Azkaban was already starting to sound better than being cooped up here, waiting for Tom to get bored with him.

He decided. He was going to leave this place. He had to. He would turn himself in and if he was lucky he would get the Kiss and be killed for his crimes, especially once they knew about his baby. No. Not his baby. Tom Riddle's baby. Voldemort's baby.

He opened the window again and looked outside. It wasn't so far to the ground. A simple spell would allow him to jump for it and land uninjured. He looked up at down the street, planning a route that would take him straight to the front door of the Minister for Magic.

He climbed onto the window frame, uttering a spell under his breath so as not to be heard, and he jumped. He fell to the ground like a pencil dropped from a great hight; it moves a great speed but very rarly shatters when it hits the ground. Luckily for Lucius, this pencil did not shatter.

He gathered his thin robes around himself in a feeble attempt to shelter himself from the rain and he ran, as fast as his legs could carry him, down the road, round the corner and out of sight. His ribs ached, and he could barely breath, but he wouldn't stop, couldn't stop, for fear that Tom would catch him up, drag him back. He knew that if that happened he would be locked away in a dungeon and forced to have the baby, then he would be killed.

The death would be a releace, but he would have died knowing that he had just given birth to the greatest evil that had ever walked the planet. A child that would be trained to be pure evil, a child that would be more powerful even than Albus Dumbledore. He couldn't allow that to happen. He wouldn't allow that to happen.

'I am falling into grace, to the unknown to where you are and, faith makes everybody scared, it's the unknown, the don't know, that keeps me hanging on.' - "Unknown" by "Lifehouse" from album "No Name Face".