Duchess Ravenheart – Actually, three weeks have past. It was them doing their little study and food routine over and over, and it was a bit to boring for me to write, so I skipped it and summaries it. During that time Harry was getting more comfortable with the beast.

The Lady Morana – XD Well Harry doesn't sleep in the room, so I think he'll be okay. And isn't that the million dollar question? Where is James Potter?

Xelena – Not really going to go into how the curse works, but most of you can kind of figure out what'll happen to Voldemort and Harry if you in the ol' fairy tale. I will be following the main plot slightly, but the story will continue beyond the sending of the fairy tale, alright? And are you so sure Voldemort got him?

Emriel- Oh I'm glad! And it's all right; I've got a few stories I haven't touched in ages. I'm so lazy!

I'm extending this story past my six chapters plus epilogue. I have so many ideas. This is turning out less and less like the fairy tale as I go along, but oh well! I've now made it seventeen chapters long, so I extended it by ten chapters. That's all the news for now! Thanks everyone for your reviews, you are great!

Chapter Four James' Baby

Harry woke the next morning and heard the birds outside chirping and singing happily. He smiled widely, feeling like a princess waking up for a moment. He yawned widely then slowly sat up. He saw a pink rose and a card on his nightstand and smiled wider, picking them both up. He smiled the rose for a moment then read the card.

Today my beauty, we will see what you can do.

Harry laughed and jumped out of bed. He set the rose with the others. Not even the first one had begun to wilt. He dressed quickly and hurried down the stairs, seeing the beast waiting for him.

"Morning!" He said happily.

"Good morning, Harry." Voldemort said. He took Harry's arm and led the boy down for breakfast.

When they had eaten they went outside and Voldemort took him into a small vegetable garden. Harry looked at the little green tomatoes and the bright peppers fondly then sat down on a bench next to the snake man.

"Today, Harry, we're going to do a spell." Voldemort said. Harry nodded excitedly and Voldemort held up his hands. He slowly showed Harry how to move his hands and pronounced the word carefully.

"But it didn't do anything." Harry said, looking around as if to make sure nothing had changed.

"It will when you do it quickly, Harry. Try it." He nodded at Harry, who looked hesitant. Harry raised his hands and quickly mimicked the man's movements, and to his surprise a rose appeared.

"Very good, Harry." He said. Harry picked up the red rose and looked it over carefully. He gasped when it crumpled in his hands and turned to dust.

"Oh no! Did I ruin it?"

"No, Harry. Magic is very touchy." Voldemort said simply. They began to do other spells, mostly flower ones and then it was time for lunch.

"So are all the roses I have magic?" Harry asked before he pushed the fork into his mouth.

"In a way. They were all grown here, but the plants have a spell on them to color them, as well as keep them fresh." Voldemort explained. "I'll teach you how to do it sometime."

"Why do you always give my roses?" Harry asked quietly.

"It is your favorite flower, is it not?"

Harry set his fork down. "Yes, but how do you know that?" He whispered and Voldemort sighed.

"I have my ways, Harry. Can you not simply be happy?"

"I am happy. I like being here." Harry said, picking his fork up again but didn't eat. "I've learned a lot."

"About what?" Voldemort leaned back in his chair and smirked and Harry blushed, not liking being put on the spot so suddenly.

"About magic. About appearances….and about myself." Harry said quietly, pushing hair from his face. He put a bit of fish into his mouth as an excuse to stop talking.

"What is it you learned about yourself?" Voldemort said. He was very patient as Harry took a long drink from his glass.

"I've learned that I'm not as good as people have always thought I was. But I've also learned that I…."

"Yes, Harry?"

"I've also learned that I might be terribly allergic to this fish."

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"It is my fault. It was a rare fish from a different continent. I didn't even think that it might harm you." Voldemort said, pacing Harry's bed.

Harry groaned, closing his eyes. The pacing was making him feel sicker. "You couldn't have known. I'll be all right. Just need to let it pass." He sighed and opened one green eye, seeing a blurry Voldemort standing at the end of the bed, watching him.

He reached for his glasses and slid them on. Voldemort had moved closer.

"I appreciate this."

"Molly will be able to care for you soon." He said quietly.

Harry frowned. "You found out I knew?" He said sadly.

"You made it rather obvious, didn't you? But I don't blame either one of you. I should have told you sooner. I just…" He sighed, sitting down on the bed. "I just wanted you to stay because you wanted. Not because you feel pity for me." The snake man jumped when Harry wrapped his arms around him from behind. Harry hugged him tightly, pressing himself against Voldemort's back.

"I was upset at first, but I am glad I came. This last month has been the best of my life. I feel like a princess that was brought into another world." He smiled and pulled away.

Voldemort smiled back at him, then saw the sun was down. "I will go get Molly" He said, standing up. He walked from the room swiftly and Harry sighed, leaning back against his pillows.

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"Oh my, he's very handsome." Harry's eyes snapped open at the sound of a young girls voice. He found himself looking into brown eyes similar to Molly's. "Oh! You're awake! Such pretty eyes!" She cried.

"What's going on?" Harry said, rubbing his eyes.

"You fell asleep after I gave you some medicine, dear. I am sorry about my daughter. I brought her up here to knit. She has a big mouth, I'm afraid." She shot the girl a glare and the girl looked down at her lap.

"I'm sorry, mother."

"You have a daughter?" Harry said, sitting up. "She looks rather young…"

"We don't age, just like the Master." The girl said, shrugging. She didn't sound bitter. "I'm Ginny. The only Weasley daughter." She huffed and Harry blinked.

"There are boys?" He said and Molly and Ginny laughed.

"Yes, dear, a lot of boys Just down stairs, in fact." Molly said and Harry jumped out of bed.

"May I meet them?" He said excitedly. Molly nodded and Harry dashed down the stairs.

"Well he seems better. "Ginny said, smiling at her mother before she returned to her knitting.

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Harry stopped on the second to last step shyly, looking at the boys before him. Well, some of them were boys. One looked to be about his age, but a bit taller, and there were two twins, and three older boys. The one his age was beating one of the older ones at chess who was pretending not to be nervous about it. The twins were prowling around the game board hissing, "Don't mess up, Percy!" and "Oh Percy, better not make that move!"

Another one of the older boys, this one with scandalous long hair, waved the twins off with a laugh. "Leave him alone! He doesn't need to feel worse about losing!"

"Oh shut up, Bill!" The one called Percy bitched.

It was the final boy, sitting on the couch and petting a kitten Harry had never seen before, that noticed him first.

"Oi, it's the master's guest!" He cried, gaining his brothers attention. All six flaming red heads turned to him and Harry's face went red quickly from the attention. Mortified, he gave a small wave, and all of them waved back with similar small, nervous waves.

"What's your name?" Percy said, happy to get away from the chessboard. He pushed his glasses up on his nose and looked at Harry closely. Harry swallowed.

"H-Harry." Was the reply. He suddenly wished Voldemort were there; at least to introduce him. What could these boys possibly think of him?

And then, quiet suddenly Harry's wish came true and Voldemort was pushing the door open, looking determined. He shot the boys a fiery look that had them all cowering and a red headed man that was going bald was running after him, trying to calm him down while shooting the boys an angry look. He must have been their father.

"Harry." Voldemort put his hands on Harry's shoulders, drawing his attention to him. Harry looked up at the man and blinked, surprised. "Harry, what's wrong?" Again he shot an angry look at the six boys and Harry blinked again.

"Nothing! They didn't do anything! I was just nervous! How did you…?" He let the question trail off. He had no idea what had even just happened.

"Magic…that's all. Just magic." Voldemort said, frowning. "Why did you want me here if they did nothing? Why were you so upset?"

"I wanted you to uhm…introduce me?" Harry felt like a small child, and very stupid. One of the twins realized he wasn't going to die and began to snicker but feel silent from a look from both his father and one of his older brothers.

"Well Harry." Voldemort put a hand across his back and turned him around to face the group of red heads. "This is Ron, Percy, Fred, George-" He was pointing to each boy as he saw them but the twins quickly cried out their objections.

"I'm Fred, and he's George!" One of the twins said, speaking for the both of them, Voldemort did his best impression of someone rolling their eyes, as his were solid red and the effect was hard to manage.

"And that's Percy, Bill, and Charlie. This is Arthur, the father of these brats, and the one upstairs, who is Ginny." Voldemort finished with a nod that Harry mimicked.

"Okay…I think I've got it." Harry said, eyeing the twins uncertainly. "Who are these people, though? More servants?"

"Yes, more night servants. They are inanimate objects during the day just like their mother." Voldemort explained and Harry nodded once more, even though he was pretty damn confused.

After the boys had warmed up to each other Harry quickly made friends with them all, especially Ron, who, as it turned out, was his age. He'd been stuck in that age for a very long time, too.

Ron beat Voldemort at chess, and Voldemort tossed the pieces in the fireplace, muttering to himself. Bill and Voldemort talked boring business and Harry was entertained by the twins minor magic spells that made his hair turn colors and their little green candies that made his thumbs turn green then fall off, leaving a brand new, normal looking thumb in their places.

"It's late. I should not have allowed Harry to stay up so long." Voldemort finally said when the clock chimed. "Harry, bed. Tell the girls to come downstairs." He waved the boy up the stairs who went after several good-bye's. He delivered the message and Ginny shot him a look and giggled as she left. Harry shook his head, puzzled. Girls were strange.

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Harry was really beginning to like this castle. One morning he woke up early because Voldemort had forced him to bed on time that night. He'd taken to staying up late to talk to the Weasley family and enjoy their friendly little arguments and funny stories. They were really rather great people.

He looked over at Hedwig and realized with a jolt he had sent no word to his own family yet. He'd been dreading this for a long time.

He'd have to tell them that he had not seen his father. But how could he possibly explain? He had no idea what had become of the man. He might even be back at home, and they were all wondering where HE was.

He had to get a proper explanation from Voldemort before he sent him a letter. That was that.

Harry received a peach rose later and enjoyed it happily. He hadn't gotten one in a while and had worried for a moment the monster was getting bored with him. He sat it down with the others when he was done looking it over and walked down the stairs to greet the man who was already waiting for him. There were no longer any cards between them.

Harry allowed himself to forget his father for a while until they were outside and Hedwig came to see him. He patted the bird's head softly and sighed.

"What's wrong, dose she not please you?" Voldemort demanded immediately and Harry quickly shook his head, startling the bird. They both watched her fly off. "What is the matter then?"

"Where's my father?" Harry had long since learned that Voldemort didn't like pussyfooting.

Voldemort tensed up and Harry prepared to be yelled at, but his words were very calm.

"Harry, I don't think we should discuss your father." He said and Harry's eye's narrowed.

He jumped to his feet. "You've never refused to answer one of my questions before! Why now?"

"It is not something I wish to answer!" Voldemort snapped back, but remained seated on the bench.

"Well you're damned well going to, because you brought me here under false pretenses, and I've yet to see him!" Harry screamed. He was angry. He knew he shouldn't be angry at Voldemort. Not yet, anyways. But he had no know why he was here!

"Harry, control yourself!" Voldemort was getting angry too, now. Harry watched him stand. He was much more impressive then Harry on his feet.

"You killed him, didn't you?" Harry yelled. He paused, then took his lack of response as the truth when Voldemort merely looked down at him. Harry screamed in horror and anger and raised his fist, bringing it against Voldemort's chest angrily. He beat him again and again until he fell limp in the grass and sobbed. Voldemort turned and walked away, back into the castle. He didn't look back.

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"Harry…" Molly wrapped her arms around the boy, pulling him up off the wet grass. It was raining and cold outside, but Harry had hardly noticed. He didn't want to go back inside the castle. Into the home of the murderer of his father. "Harry dear, please…" Okay, but only for the Weasley's. They deserved at good-bye, at least. He nodded and let her take him inside and up to his room. He was served hot tea and given a blanket and Molly and Ginny sat on either side of him. Harry had known the family only a few months, but they were so kind to him. He sniffed.

"Harry." This time the voice was a man's. He looked up and saw Voldemort before him. He jerked his head and both girls got up and left. Harry was sad to see them go but made no movement or noise to stop them. "Harry, look at me." Harry jerked his head up to stare into those red eyes. The color of blood, he thought. He'd only just noticed.

"Harry, I want to tell you what happened."

"You murdered him." Harry hissed. "Will you murder me as well?"

Voldemort's eyes flared and Harry looked down. Voldmort grabbed his chin and pulled it up roughly, looking into the sparkling green for a long moment until Harry was forced to blink.

"I did not kill you father." He said softly. Harry blinked again. His lips pursed slightly but he said nothing. "I left the house to visit a friend on business. When I returned your father had been long since murdered by some sort of evil creature that I quickly banished from my home. It was most likely put there by the people of the village near by. I pulled a letter from his jacket. It was mostly blood soaked, but I could read the part you had written yourself. You asked for a rose, wished him well. You were so very sweet, Harry. So I went for you under false pretenses. To see you, and claim you as my own. I didn't know if you were male, or female, or young or old. It didn't matter."

Voldemort finally released his chin and Harry dropped his head immediately, hiding his eyes. The beast turned and walked wordlessly from the room.

Harry watched soft splotches of water fall from his face and twinkle all the way down to the carpet bellow. He sniffed softly. He would have to write home. Tell them of the death of his father. Oh God, he hoped the body was buried; he couldn't bare trying to get it sent home. It had been months!

But in the middle of running to his room and writing a tear stained letter he thought of something. The beasts last words before he left.

Was Lord Voldemort lonely?