Love conquers everything

Summary: Harry has a lover no one expected. And together they will bring Dumbledore down. Slash.

Pairing/s: VoldemortHarry (My first time writing a multi-chapter fic with this pairing!)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter-books; they belong to Mrs Rowling and I'm only borrowing the characters.

WARNING: This is slash. Don't like, don't read. Mpreg. Mention of sexual abuse. Also, Dark!Harry (He's very, very evil. I hope to get to explain WHY he is so evil)

Warning for this chapter: Mention of sex and a little gory stuff.

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Chapter Nine

31st of July, 1998
Riddle Manor

Harry Potter was tired. Very tired. Dead tired even.

Apparently Voldemort thought a good first present on his birthday had been a long session of… well, love-making. So they hadn't even had breakfast, and Harry was ready to go to sleep again.

Voldemort chuckled seeing his lover's eyes blink lethargically. He tapped up a bath for them and helped Harry clean off. The teen kept on snuggling into his shoulder and yawn, but finally they were out and dry. Voldemort dressed in black robes before helping Harry into a soft emerald robe. He finished with drying the teen's hair and gaze fondly down at his yawning lover.

"Sleepy?" he asked as the teen's eyes slid close.

"M-mm… can't I have a nap before breakfast?"

"None of that. We have people waiting."

True to his words, there were people downstairs all waiting to congratulate their Prince on his birthday. The whole Inner Circle, Draco, the twins, Bill and Neville were there. They had a huge breakfast before presents were given to him. The topics around the table varied greatly and Voldemort smiled secretively whenever one of the Death Eaters slipped and Harry asked what they were talking about.

"It's a surprise," the Dark Lord finally said to the raven-haired teen gently.

"What kind of surprise?"

"You'll like it, I promise."

Harry pouted but accepted the cup with his favourite tea that Voldemort gave him. Lucius had gotten time out from being a Minster and was fully enjoying the free time he was having with the two lords.

Bill had to stop the twins from pranking the Death Eaters, and Neville sat beside the redheaded man chuckling quietly at the three. Bellatrix finally made the teen go up and starting on the gifts. Harry sank down gratefully in the chair presented to him and Fred helped him with the gifts while George, Draco and Neville seated themselves around him. Voldemort sat down on the arm of the chair and kissed the top of Harry's head and then drew back to watch the scene.

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"Did you like your day?"

Harry looked over at Voldemort and smiled.

"Yes," the teen replied. "That raid was good."

"Did you like the screams of the Weasley bitch?"

"Yes, but too bad Ron survived."

The Dark Lord had ordered a raid on the Weasley home and the village they lived in to create some amusement for their Prince. Everyone in the Weasley family had survived, what was left of them but they had sustained severe injuries. Ginny had been tortured with the Crucio just so Harry would be able to hear her screams in the Death Eater's memories they had given him afterwards. A low Death Eater had been caught but the only thing the Light had gotten out of the man was that the Dark Lord wanted to honour Harry Potter's birthday. Dumbledore had been furious over the information, but before the Death Eater could say anything else of importance the man took suicide to protect his master's secrets.

Voldemort kissed his cheek and pushed the teen down gently onto the bed. Harry dropped the shirt he was holding and Voldemort arranged so his lover was lying comfortably on his side. The Dark Lord bent down and kissed Harry's belly, stroking it slowly and smiling as the expected kick came.

"Ouch," Harry muttered. "The baby's taking after you, Tom."

"Why is that?"

"He's tormenting me!"

"He?"

"I feel it's a he," the raven-haired teen said. "Don't ask me why."

"Okay," the man said. "I hope he has your eyes."

"Why?"

"Because they're so beautiful."

Harry frowned a bit but Voldemort kissed his nose and continued:

"Don't think I'm going to abandon you just because I have a child. I love you more than anything else. I don't even think a child can ever replace you. Sure, I can make place for one more to love but my love to you will never change."

Harry smiled broadly and he sniffed quietly.

"I think my hormones are kicking in," Harry said and choked back on a sob. "I'm going to cry just because of this."

"It's okay," the Dark Lord said. "Cry child. It's okay."

Harry cried out softly and held out his arms. Voldemort complied with the silent request and held his lover gently while giving him fleeting kisses over his face and wiping away the tears as they came.

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"Oooh, that feels nice."

"Doesn't it?" Bellatrix said, smiling. "Rodolphus taught me this when I had stiff shoulders."

"Sooooo good," Harry murmured and let her hands knead his tense muscles.

"Oh dear, you are really tense my Prince."

"I don't know why. I have this bad feeling."

"Is it because it's time for the new year of Hogwarts?"

"Maybe. Why did Tom have to go?"

"I don't know my dear," the woman said worriedly, thumbs rubbing to ease the teen's tensing. "He is impulsive sometimes."

"He's giving me grey hair," Harry complained. Bellatrix laughed lightly and said:

"Well, we can't have that. How about we give him a good scolding once he's back?"

"Sounds lovely," the teen replied with a smile, finally relaxing. The woman continued with her massage for a while, they both enjoying the silence. She was supposed to be with the raid but had a bad back and decided to stay with the Prince.

A bang made them both jump. Bellatrix drew her wand and motioned him to stay. She went out the door and into the entrance hall. She gasped and Harry rose slowly from the chair and walked to the door as well. He held a hand on his round belly and the other held his wand. He came out and saw what she had gasped for.

Voldemort was being half-carried by Lucius and Severus. Blood travelled behind the Dark Lord, and blood poured out from his mouth and from the deep gashes across his chest and abdomen. His eyes were closed and he was not moving as they put him down onto the ground. Severus screamed for a healer.

Harry was never aware he screamed.

He was not aware how Bellatrix screamed as he fell.

He just saw the blood. Blood everywhere. Blood coming from the Dark Lord, the coppery scent reaching his nose.

Blood.

Then it was all dark.

Tbc…


Cliffy! And a short chapter, sorry.

Chapter ten: What did happen to Voldemort? Expect it next Sunday or earlier. Depends on my inspiration.

Until later,

Ja,

Tiro