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Kitty Trouble

Chapter 10

Harry woke up dizzy and disoriented and he his stomach felt kind of tingly which confused him, then suddenly yesterday's events came flooding back. Bellatrix confronting him…the spell…the blood…his kitten being hurt…attacking Bellatrix…Tom coming to his rescue…Allie healing him…Allie holding something sharp…Tom holding his down…

Anger flooded him. Tom had betrayed him, let Allie do…do something to his kitten!! His kitten!! Harry gasped softly and quickly assessed that his kitten was still there and found the comfort of his baby bump. He looked to his left and saw Tom sleeping there. The anger built up and he bared his teeth. He dares to sleep next to me after what he did! Harry had a sudden urge to push Tom off the bed but squelched it; he didn't want to talk to Tom right now. Pushing him would hopefully hurt him because the bed was so high up but it would ultimately wake him up too.

As Harry glared daggers at Tom he couldn't help but notice some things. For one, Tom looked exhausted. There were bags under his eyes and worry lines across his forehead. Harry felt a brief twinge of sympathy as he gazed at Tom but then it was gone. He huffed loudly and sat up slowly but was stopped by the weight on his stomach and realized that Tom's arm was wrapped protectively around him. Harry lowered his ears slightly and gently removed his arm. He considered throwing it off him but that would wake Tom up too so he put his arm down beside him.

Harry watched Tom sleep for a minute curiously. It didn't look like he was sleeping very well or hadn't been asleep long. Harry allowed a smug look to cross his face as he gently picked at Tom's shirt; it looked like Tom hadn't bothered changing because he was still in the clothes from yesterday. It was covered in dried blood, most likely his. Harry hissed and wrapped his arms around his middle as the memory came back full force, including Tom's betrayal. But then he noticed that there was some fresh blood splatters on it including some on Tom's face that he hadn't noticed earlier. His breath caught and he hastily checked Tom for any injuries, without waking him up, and concluded that there were none.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and wondered what the hell Tom had done while he was…asleep? Stupid Tom. I hate him! Harry thought venomly. As if hearing his thoughts Tom shifted slightly in his sleep. Harry held his breath and let it go when he didn't wake up. But obviously his stomach didn't agree with that action and he had to jump off the bed and hurry to the bathroom where he was violently sick.

He mewed softly and placed his hands over his stomach. Harry wished his kitten would move so he would know he was okay. But he hadn't made any sort of movement yet. Harry washed his mouth out and left the bathroom. He looked over to Tom still sleeping and contemplated pushing him off the bed and running, but he reconsidered and went to his secret spot to be by himself with his kitten.

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When Tom woke up, he was groggy and sore; left over from the day before. He slid his hand over the sheets next to him expecting to feel Harry, when he didn't he shot up in bed. Feeling the sheets he concluded that Harry had been gone for a while because the sheets were cold. "Harry?" he called out and checked the bathroom. Then went down the hallway to the playroom; he wasn't there, only Raymond and a few other Death Eaters.

"Raymond?"

They turned from the TV and jumped up and bowed quickly when they saw who it was. "My lord," they murmured in unison.

Tom waved them off. "Have you seen Harry?"

Raymond shook his head, "No my lord. I've been watching your rooms just in case. He hasn't left there."

"He's probably still there somewhere."

Ray nodded and hesitated. "Is he alright, my lord?"

Tom saw the worry and concern past their terrified expressions. "He's fine. And so is the baby." They all sighed in relief. "Harry just needs his rest."

"I see. That's good then."

"Yes it is," Tom said with a wary smile.

"You look like you need some rest too, my lord." Avery said timidly.

"I will as soon as I find Harry," Tom replied touched at their concern. He nodded to them and when back to his rooms and checked once more but he still didn't find him. Maybe he left while I was gone, he thought and decided to take a shower; he didn't want Harry to see him like this.

After his shower he got dressed and left the room and resumed his search for Harry but he still couldn't find him. He looked all over the house and he started to panic. Even his Death Eaters had started to search for him but they were coming up empty too. Eventually he ran across Albert.

"Good mor-"

"Have you seen Harry?" Tom asked cutting his off.

Albert raised an eyebrow. "No I haven't. I would assume he would be with you."

"No. He wasn't there when I woke up this morning." Tom said running his ringers through his hair. He turned around as a Death Eater came up to him to report in.

"He's not on the third floor or in the throne room, my lord."

Tom gave a frustrated sigh and the Death Eater flinched back in fear. "Keep looking," he snapped at him and the Death Eater scurried away."

"Geez. What did you do to make them so scared?" Albert asked.

"Killed the traitorous bitch." Tom replied shortly and continued to stalk down the corridor.

"I guess it was really bad," Albert said trailing behind him.

"If the permanently stained floor in the throne room is anything to go by then yes." Tom said looking into the kitchen, "Damn it where is he?"

"Maybe he's hiding."

"Who could he be hiding from?"

"You."

Tom stopped and whirled around, "Why would he hid from me?"

Albert shrugged as if to say 'Well…'

Tom's shoulders slumped in realization, "You don't think…I was just trying to protect him."

"He doesn't know that," Albert said quietly.

Tom closed his eyes tiredly and rubbed his hands across his face. "What about the baby?" Tom asked.

"I'm sure Harry will come out when he needs anything. He won't put the baby in danger." Albert replied. He gently placed a hand on Tom's shoulder, "Just give him some time."

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'Some time' turned out to be 3 days and no one had seen head or tail of Harry. The Death Eaters where walking on eggshells around him. Tom hadn't had a decent night sleep in days and he was most likely to snap at the first person he saw, which happened to be Albert who had yet to leave. But Albert kept it all in stride and tried to keep him calm.

Tom had called off the search for Harry so that he would come out without fear of being caught, but no one had seen him at all, it was driving Tom crazy. If the house elves had seen him they didn't say anything. So as far as he knew Harry didn't come out to eat or sleep. Well, maybe sleep, Harry would sleep anywhere.

Tom sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly as he walked over to the playroom once again. "Anything?"

Ray, Patterson and Avery jumped up off the couch. "No my lord," Ray said.

Tom sighed and leaned back against the doorframe. The Death Eaters looked at each other not knowing what to do with their lord's moment of weakness.

"He's probably in his nest," Patterson spoke up. Tom opened his eyes and stared at him along with the other two Death Eaters. Paterson shrugged nervously, "My mother had a cat."

Tom had had suspicions about where Harry's 'nest' was. He had taken a not out of Albert's book and had bought a few books on cat pregnancies and found out about their habits. He hadn't known if or when Harry was going to start, but when the house elves and a few of his followers had reported some missing items and blankets, Tom knew that Harry had started nesting. Now he just didn't know where. "Yes he is nesting, but I don't know where."

The Death Eaters looked at each other and silently communicating, "We don't know where either my lord," Avery stated, "But I once saw him coming out of Goyle's room with a big pillow. I don't know where he went after that."

Tom allowed a small smile to lift the corners of his mouth before letting it disappear, "Yes. Several things seem to be disappearing ever where." He paused in thought before nodding and turning around, "Let me know if you see him." He said and left the room.

Tom started down the hallway to head to his office but stopped and turned back around to see if he could solve the mystery of Harry's nest. He had a suspicion that had been nagging him for a while now. He arrived at his empty room and looked around, "Harry?" he called out and stood there in the center of the room. "Harry?"

"Yes?" came a voice from his right.

Tom turned around quickly and sighed in relief, "There you are." He smiled and then frowned. Wait did he just come out of the closet? He thought looking at the slightly ajar door Harry was standing in front of, Suspicion confirmed.

"What?" Harry asked warily as he watched Tom stare at him. His eyes darted back to where Tom was looking at. Panic gripped him, No! Tom knows where my secret spot is! What do I do? I have to move it…

Tom shook himself out of his thoughts and walked forward and wrapped Harry in his arms. Harry stiffened but didn't pull away, finally Tom stood back, "How are you feeling?" Tom whispered.

"Fine." Harry replied shortly. Tom gently placed a hand on Harry's stomach, "He's fine too."

"Good." Tom said with a sigh and wrapped his arms around Harry again. Harry wiggled out of them and pushed Tom away. "Harry?"

"Don't touch me." Harry hissed.

Tom dropped his arms in shock and Harry stalked toward the door. "Wait Harry." He said grabbing his wrist.

Harry wrenched his arm away, "I said don't touch me!" he snapped.

"Harry please, let me-"

"No!" Harry yelled, "You let him…you…you…"

"No Harry I wouldn't-"

"Save it," Harry said and started walking to the door again but stopped when Tom stood in front of him, "Move."

"Harry please, listen to me."

"N-"

Tom placed a hand over Harry's mouth to silence him, "You know I would never, ever harm our child, Harry. You know that. I had to let Albert calm you down or I would have lost both you and our kitten….I… I couldn't bare that."

Harry's eyes widened in horror, "You would have…" he trailed off, if that hadn't shocked him enough in was nothing to what he saw on Tom's face. Tears. "Oh Tom," he wailed and wrapped his arms around Tom's neck tightly. Tom clung to him tightly and buried his face into Harry's shoulder. As he held him close he felt something wet on his neck. Tom was crying? Harry suddenly felt horrible, he had been stewing in his anger while Tom had been out of his mind with worry. He clutched him tighter, "I'm sorry," he sobbed.

"No I am," Tom whispered.

Harry shook his head, "You have nothing to be sorry for," he whispered and pulled back and wiped a tear off his cheek. Tom stared at it in disbelief. Harry sniffed and started to cry harder and he tried to paw away Tom's tears. Tom didn't cry, he was the one who was supposed to cry. Tom was the strong one. He didn't want to see it anymore.

Finally Tom's tears stopped and he kissed Harry fiercely. Harry eagerly responded and opened his mouth to be dominated. They eventually had to pull away to breath and they leaned their foreheads together. "I love you."

"I love you too," Harry whispered and snuggled into Tom's arms. After a few seconds Harry smiled.

"What?" Tom asked, when he was done getting rid of the evidence of his moment of weakness.

"You said kitten."

"...No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

Tom thought back for a moment, "No I didn't," he lied.

"Yes you did, I heard it."

"So what if I did," Tom asked in defiance.

" I told you I would get you to start saying it."

"Damn," Tom muttered under his breath.

Harry grinned, "You owe me ice cream with salsa on top."

Tom made a face, "So I do."

"Don't forget the cherry."

"Yes, yes." Tom said pulling Harry close and rubbing his back.

Harry purred in contentment. It felt good. "I hate to cut this short but I came out for a reason."

"What's that?"

"I'm hungry."

"Oh. Okay then. We'll go down and get you something to eat. Then I want Albert to check you."

"Allie's still here?"

"Yes. He stayed just in case."

"Okay. Let's go," Harry said tugging on Tom's arm.

"Hold on, let me clean myself up." Tom said. Harry nodded and released his arm and Tom went to the bathroom. He went to the sink and washed his face off, the feeling of shame and relief making itself known. Shame because he had been caught weakened; crying like a child, no matter that it was in front of Harry. But relief because Harry forgave him and free from the overwhelming grief that he held deep within him.

Tom sighed and shook his head and dried his face. He turned to leave but paused when he looked into the mirror and then at the far side of the wall. He glanced at the door, then turned to the wall. It wouldn't hurt… He cast a silent spell to see through the wall. What he saw surprised him. What was supposed to be the back of the closet was an enlarged space hidden behind clothes and boxes. Tom knew that things were missing, he just didn't know how much…until now.

Blankets, pillows, sweaters, and robes littered the back of the darkened closet. All carefully arranged in a comfortable position so that someone could lay in and not need to move for hours. In the midst of all the material he could see the two missing shirts he had been looking for. Tom shook his head in bewilderment.

Harry paced the room and plopped himself down onto the bed and fell onto his side. "Tooommm!" he whined flicking his tail impatiently. "I'm hungry hurry up." He scooted up further into the bathroom, "Tom what are y-" Harry cut off at what Tom was looking at. He does know! My secret spot! I have to move it…he thought wildly and started thinking up another place to have it.

"I'm coming," Tom called as he heard his name being called. He released the spell turning the wall back to normal, then left the bathroom. When he came out he saw Harry lying there, "Ready?" he asked, then frowned when he didn't get an answer. "Hey," he said touching his ears. Harry jumped and blinked up at him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothin'" Harry said getting up carefully, "Are you done? I'm hungry."

"Okay, okay," Tom said with a smile and lead him down the stairs to have breakfast.

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