Title: Angelus Fortuna

Author: Crimson Rosary

Summary: After watching the near-death experience of his godfather, Harry finally decides that Dumbledore doesn't really have the power he claims to have. In order to protect himself, his family and his friends, Harry chooses to side with Voldemort. But what does the Dark Lord have to say to that?

Pairing: LVHP

Rating: M

Manipulative!Dumbledore, Ron/Hermione/Ginny/Certain Weasley Bashing! Alive!Sirius, Good!Voldemort, Characters will be a bit OOC.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Harry Potter; all those belong to J.K. Rowling.

'Thoughts'

{Parseltongue}

[Telepathy]

Author's Note: There will be an M rated scene at the beginning. So if you don't want to read it, skip it.

Chapter 11

~ Surprise, Surprise ~

Tom woke as usual – tired, eyes squinting at the rays of sun peeking through the gap of the curtains and with morning wood; the latter was a normalcy, considering Harry loved to move in his sleep and he would usually rub up against his lover.

Sighing in peace, Tom held up his naked torso with an elbow and hovered over his sleeping Gryffindor, his free hand tracing designs on the arm available for his touch. Their relationship was doing just fine; they had a couple of dates here and there, most of them in other parts of Europe, as Harry wished to travel. Then, there were comfortable silences whenever the two were together, and the routine sleeping together in bed for the night.

The Dark Lord loved waking up to Harry unconsciously and tantalizingly rutting against his cock; it made Tom so hard for him, knowing that even in Harry's dreams, his younger lover was always thinking about him. Harry often woke up all worked up and they would let their release out if Harry weren't shy at the time. But Tom would always coerce him, not that Harry did not enjoy their pleasurable activities.

Harry made a soft sound of appreciation and let out a satisfied sigh, burrowing deeper into his pillow. The Gryffindor did not move after that.

Currently, Tom was slowly grinding his hard cock against Harry's arse. His hand gripped Harry's hips and spread his glorious mounds of flesh, and with a soft guttural moan, his cock was rocking back and forth, the tip of his salivating organ catching the tease that his lover's entrance was. Every time he pulled back after his tip made contact, he would see it winking at him to try again, always beckoning him with salacious promises of scorching heat, sultry fervors of passion and an explosive orgasm.

Tom groaned when Harry rocked back into his cock. He couldn't help it when he grabbed at his length and guided it towards his haven, slicking the entrance with his precum and watching as the liquid made it past those eager lips.

…..

Harry woke up with a moan, glaring half-lidded eyes at the sliver of sunlight that shone through the window drapes. When he moved from his position, he felt something hard and certainly not his, rub up against his bum with a couple of thrusts.

"Tom?" He murmured, and the thrusting got harder. He couldn't help himself and began to rub against it, sighing when his own erection began to awaken. "Tom?"

Content humming alerted him that his lover was awake and certainly conscious of his actions. Turning his head, Harry saw Tom's eyes staring raptly at his arse, and looking down, Harry saw what had caught his love's attention.

"Shall we proceed?" Harry asked, pushing against the bulbous head and groaning when the tip breached his arse.

Tom sucked in a sharp breath and couldn't help himself when he pushed in a little further in, watching as Harry's arse swallowed his entire head. He shivered at the wondrous warmth, scooting closer to wrap his arms around Harry's chest.

"Is this what you want?"

"It's what I've been waiting for," Harry whispered. He arched his back and pushed again, feeling his length push deeper in. "More, Tom. More, please."

Tom nodded his head, and whispered a spell before pushing all the way in. Harry's mouth opened in a wide gape, feeling himself spread at his lover's cock. Being split open in such a way, and by Tom nonetheless, was a feeling he could get used to.

"Are you –" Tom asked, hand already reaching for the flagging cock.

"I'm untouched," the throaty whisper revealed, "Just for you. All of me, just for – ah!"

It wasn't what the Dark Lord wanted to know. He'd wanted to know whether or not Harry was in pain. But, to hear that Harry was pure – that only Tom could see his orgasmic expressions - Tom knew he couldn't hold it in. He'd even heard Harry whimper when he felt Tom's erection engorge at the statement.

Harry had just told him he was untouched, pure, a virgin. And Tom was his first, and would definitely be his last. He pulled out and rammed in, rolling his hips and finding the sensitive nub in his lover's body.

Harry was spiraling into nothingness. His sight, smell, taste, touch and hearing were all for Tom. Breathy moans of his lover's name only sent Tom into a crazed rampage, pummeling that lovely bundle of nerves that made white spots flash in his sight. And when Tom bent down towards him – oh god! – the scent of his sweat and the taste of salty, slick skin had Harry clenching down on Tom's hard cock in the most heavenly way, sending Tom into a gasping mess.

"Tom, Tom, Tom!" His voice rose in octaves and his lover acknowledged his pleasure, mouthing open kisses along his neck and leaving lovely bite marks and kiss marks in its wake. He licked at hardened nubs and tugged on them with his teeth, eyes flashing as Tom greedily took in Harry's flushed face.

The Dark Lord reached down between them and began to stroke Harry's weeping length, flicking a thumb over his dribbling slit and watching with dark eyes as Harry arched his back at the double pleasure tingling up his spine.

"Oh Merlin! Tom!"

"Merlin isn't giving you this pleasure," Tom growled in a husky voice, slipping into Parseltongue. {I am! Mine! You're mine! Only I get to see you like this!} And with a snap of his hips, Harry squealed loudly, muscles clamping down on Tom like a vice, nails digging into the skin on Tom's back as Harry came like a fountain.

Tom clenched his jaw as the glove around his cock tightened with unbearable strength, but he closed his eyes and breathed through the pleasure. His main focus was Harry; Harry would be put first and foremost. Harry came before anything else, and it amazed Tom that he liked that train of thought.

{Yours… all yours Tom,} Harry slurred, biting his bottom lip when Tom continued to viciously attack the abused bundle of nerves. The hissing had both lovers shivering in pleasure, never having used such an exotic tongue during such a pleasurable experience. It was certain that if either one were to use it in a non-sexual situation, the sexual memories that came from using Parseltongue would have already imprinted itself upon their minds – getting them aroused in the near future.

With a growl, Tom bent over and wrapped his arms around Harry's hips, his own hips hammering until Harry's second orgasm washed over them. Then, and only then, did Tom thrust his cock until his balls were graciously snug against Harry's arse, with Harry bottoming out, with his entire length deep within the spasming cavern, and release his cum into Harry.

Tom slowly raised his torso, arms bent at the elbow besides Harry's head, and ran his fingers tiredly through those sweaty raven locks. He left a kiss on Harry's forehead, pulling back to see Harry smile tiredly, but happily in contentment.

"Next time," He promised, "Next time, we'll take things slower."

"I don't know," Harry hummed, feeling Tom's cum squirting into the recesses of his arse, "I kind of liked you dominating me like this."

Tom chuckled throatily, and lay beside Harry, pulling the tired body over his until Harry had a cheek against Tom's beating heart. "I'm glad you did. However, you were supposed to have a glorious and memorable first time. Not fucking like a colony of voracious bunnies."

"I don't care," The Gryffindor refuted. "My first is with you. What else could be better?"

"You so stroke my ego quite well," Tom said, wrapping arms around Harry and kissing the crown of his head.

The silence was comforting, but Harry gasped and shot up on his elbows, groaning when pain exploded below his waist.

"What's the matter?" Tom asked, quickly summoning a Pain-Relieving potion to his hand. He waited for Harry to down the vial before his lover spoke.

"We broke the courting contract!" Harry whispered, "What's going to happen now?!"

Tom couldn't help it; he chuckled.

"Stop laughing," Harry snapped, grabbing his pillow and swatting his lover with it. "What do we do?! It hasn't even been a month and we've already had sex!"

"We didn't exactly sign a contract, Harry," Tom patted Harry's back comfortingly, "Not to worry; though we did say we would court, we both had intentions of being together in the end. According to courting traditions, we're supposed to have at least four dates before approving proposals – but we've been past four dates. Lucius would be exasperated with how fast we've gone about this, and Narcissa will flay us alive. But –" He quickly said to allay Harry's worries, "I'll do something about this, I promise."

The two laid there in contentment; Tom still within Harry, and Harry not minding one bit.

…..

As they headed to the dining room, no one but Severus, Lucius, Sirius, Remus and Fenrir noticed how gingerly Harry had sat down in his seat. Not to mention, Tom was oozing satisfaction and pride.

Harry looked at his godfathers and saw their stares. "What's the matter?"

Remus rolled his eyes at Sirius's mock gag and tapped his nose, "It's strong."

At first, Harry was confused. Then it clicked. The small group at the head of the table could see realization dawning in those widening eyes. Even Harry's mouth was slowly widening with horror.

With a brilliant flush, Harry kept his eyes to his plate, refusing to look up no matter how much Tom tried to pry his eyes to his level.

…..

"Harry, are you all right?"

Neville's worried eyes mirrored that of the twins and Hermione, but only Luna seemed to be staring off into space, smiling dazedly in the direction of the open gardens behind Riddle Manor. Neville knocked again and they heard Harry's muted answer through the door, telling them he'd be with them in just a moment.

After awhile, their small party of six wandered into the drawing room, settling down before questions began to fire about Harry's health. He was a little sickly looking and his skin was pale rather than tan, which didn't make sense since Harry was often seen outdoors at the Dark Lord's manor.

"I'm fine," The Gryffindor waved off their worries, placing the small cup of ginger ale onto his lap. The bubbles soothed his upset stomach and made him feel a little better. He didn't want to resort to any potions yet.

"Was it something you ate?"

"I think I ate too much treacle tart," Harry said with a wry grin. He loved those desserts. It wasn't his fault he couldn't stop eating it. He stubbornly ignored the memories from last night where Tom cautioned him to stop gorging on those tarts.

They shook their heads, knowing of Harry's fondness for the dessert before moving onto a different topic. Harry eagerly joined in, sipping from his little mug every once in a while.

…..

"Potter!"

"Malfoy?"

Harry easily batted away the oncoming stunner with a flick of his hand, sending the spell to rocket into the tapestry hanging besides the fireplace. Wands were instantly pointed at one another, all except for Luna and Harry, the former bobbing her head to a tune only she could hear and the latter who continued to lounge on the settee with a cup of ginger ale, as was constant these past couple of days. With that sudden use of wandless and wordless magic, Harry felt the nausea rising and quickly drank several mouthfuls of ginger ale.

"Wands down, Malfoy," Fred smirked, "If you know what's good for you."

Silver eyes darted at the wands pointed at him, and knowing that he was outnumbered, Draco slowly let his arm drop and slowly stowed away his wand, eyes meticulously watching as the four Gryffindors did the same.

"What are you doing here in the Dark Lord's home?"

"Having a nice time with my friends, until you ruined the atmosphere," Harry said airily, waving his friends to sit. None of them moved. "What are you doing here?"

Draco gave them a once over and sneered, "None of your business."

Harry shrugged, "That's fine. Tom will tell me if when ask him."

The blond's eyes bulged at the use of the lord's real name, scowling at the Gryffindor. "How dare you call him that filthy name!"

"Well, he is a half-blood. I'm sure your father has told you all about that." Harry stated.

"The Dark Lord is no such thing!" The blond hissed, "How dare you speak of such filthy lies."

"Your father follows him, as do many other purebloods. I'm certain those from the inner circle does as Tom bids because of the goals he will accomplish." He ignored Draco's indignant squawk of a muggle name, "Those who don't, have other agendas, which explains why Tom has to clean up after them whenever they are caught and sent to Azkaban."

Draco scoffed, "The Dark Lord will accomplish all that he will accomplish! Those incompetent enough to get themselves caught shouldn't even be helped by our Lord!"

"Oh grow up. Tom doesn't need people who kiss his feet and lick his shoes. He needs intelligent people with ambition – people who will help him change the Wizarding World for the better." Harry said, taking a deep breath to contain his temper – temper inherited from his fiery, deceased mother.

"Like you?" Draco sneered, "Giving up on the war then, Potter? Not doing the old coot's bidding anymore? What – did he forget to give you time off to visit other countries? Bet you're only here to spy on us. The Dark Lord will know who is truly loyal to him when the time comes."

Harry raised his hand when wands threatened to reappear. "Suit yourself," He took a sip of his ginger ale, feeling slightly less nauseous when his temper started to cool. "I'm not going to argue with you when you aren't listening."

Draco let out a bark of laughter, "Me? Listen to you? Why would I anyway? You're not worth the dirt on my shoes." Draco said haughtily. "Why don't you run along home? The Dark Lord has no need for you; he has someone even better."

"I assume you don't mean yourself, Malfoy." Hermione growled, fists clenched so tight that it became white. Oh, how she wished to give him a bruise to match the one he got back in third year. If she broke his nose again, so be it!

"Harry's a hundred times better than you ever will be," Neville said in a strong voice, shoulders cocked back and body standing tall and proud.

"Thanks, Neville." Harry smiled softly, seeing his most important friends protecting him while Tom was away. It was something Harry had already noticed; he knew Tom had given them the silent order to keep Harry safe, and while the Gryffindor was slightly annoyed by that, he thought it was very sweet.

"Well, since we're done talking. I think I'm going to bake. We're soon returning to Hogwarts, and I for one, want some sweets to take with me on the ride there."

The twins were the first to break out of the glaring competition, leading Harry away to the kitchens, using their bodies as shields when they walked towards and away from Draco. Neville, Hermione and Luna followed suit; the former two still with their wands out and the latter skipping away as she hummed a silly tune.

Draco clenched his hands around his wand. If he weren't outnumbered, he would surely throw a nasty curse in their direction.

…..

"Neville, how are your parents?"

The Gryffindor looked up from his plants and smiled, "We've brought in a muggle doctor, who turned out to be a squib. They're currently doing well. I mean, Gran and I already knew they were okay, but it helps to hear that from a different perspective where someone actually knows what's going on. Mum and Dad are going to get the best care they need."

"That's great!" Harry smiled, "And have they gone for a scan?"

"Oh yes," Neville nodded eagerly, "Their brain waves are functioning quite well. The doctor believes that they've hid in the recesses of their mind to try to escape the pain enacted on them when they were under the Cruciatus Curse. It's kind of like, hiding behind your Occlumency shields when someone is using Legilimens."

"That makes sense," Hermione muttered, startled when Neville and the rest of their group turned his full attention on her. They hadn't acknowledged her presence even once, until today – until now.

"What is?" Harry quickly supplied, filling in the awkward silence.

The brunette nibbled her bottom lip, "Well, I've read that it's similar to how the brain sends signals to the rest of the body so the body can function properly. If the connection is broken, it doesn't entirely mean that the body is dysfunctional. If you can create that connection once more, it should be fine."

"You're a healer now?" Fred sneered, though there wasn't much disgust lingering in the expression.

"No, but ever since Harry mentioned about sending Neville's parents to the muggle doctors, I've gone to research more about it, in case you wanted any information…" Hermione murmured.

There were a few minutes of stony silence before Neville made the first move.

"Thanks… Granger," He nodded his head curtly. "I'll look for you if there's anything I still don't understand from my parents' healer."

"Of course!" Hermione nodded eagerly, though a tad warily. Neville may have offered up an olive branch, but it seems as if the twins weren't as eager to do so. However, Luna and Harry seemed to be sitting on the fence, so to speak. Nevertheless, the latter two were more willingly to forgive her. She'd have to try her best to show the twins she really was sorry for her actions. She didn't want to lose her friends.

…..

Everyone was sitting around the dinner table when it happened.

It was all so sudden.

Once the food arrived at the table, Harry immediately covered his mouth with a hand, the other fumbling and tugging at Tom's robes fervently.

"Harry? What's wrong?"

"Basin – garbage can – anything! I'm gonna be sick," Harry hissed, face looking pale and cheeks looking green.

Tom barely had time to call for a house elf when Dobby arrived with what Harry needed.

The boy turned in his seat and hurled over the armrest, his stomach bile landing squarely into the trash can. The sounds of his retching had other guests covering their ears or mouth, turning away from the nauseating sight.

Tom was already up and hovering besides Harry, hand running soothingly up and down his back as the wizard pulled his lover's bangs from his face. His red eyes glared at anyone that dared to sneer at Harry's direction, landing particularly on the young Malfoy heir's face when the blond had a cruel smile on his face.

"Wipe that off your face before I do it for you," Hermione hissed, wand already pointed in Draco's direction.

Tom's eyes widened barely a fraction of a centimeter, surprised at the brunette's loyalty, yet thankful that it pulled his Death Eaters' attention away from his lover.

Severus was there with a Stomach Relieving potion, eyes looking at Harry, while darting back to his foolish godson. Lucius tried not to defend his son, for his heir was foolishly angering his Lord. He kept a firm grip on the armrest, but kept a calm façade.

It wouldn't do to seem like he was on Draco's side – perhaps that was why Draco grew up arrogant? It was all Narcissa's fault. She babied Draco too much. And that was what Draco grew up to be – always wanting but never returning.

"Aurelias, Severus, come. The rest of you may continue the meal." Tom ordered, wrapping an arm around his lover's shoulders as he led them out the dining room. He didn't care if it was bad manners or not, but leaving his lover alone when he'd just been sick was not something Tom wanted to do, manners or not.

The quartet got to the infirmary and the Healer quickly shot a couple of diagnostic spells at the sick boy. To her surprise, the spell was deflected by a spherical light surrounding Harry's body and she was soon reading a scroll full of her own health and past injuries.

"What was that?" Tom asked.

"I'm – not sure, My Lord. Something prevented me from receiving Harry's diagnostics."

"Then how are you going to find out if Harry's is fine?!" Tom snapped.

"My Lord, Angela, perhaps it would be best for Tom to do it himself?" Severus suggested. He had an inkling of what was happening, and this scenario presented itself as an opportune moment for him to gather the rest of the clues.

Angela nodded her head. Tom easily sent the spell and the elder trio was able to see the list of Harry's health.

"That's –"

"My Lord, congratulations!" Angela smiled brightly, "Mr. Potter's pregnant!"

"Tom?" Harry whimpered, about a moment of silence. He was pregnant?! He was with child?! Harry always wanted to have a family of his own. But how did Tom feel about it?

Tom slowly turned and his face was indescribable. Yet, Harry could tell the elation flowing from his eyes, the joy in his appearance, and even the small amount of smugness that came with the knowledge of begetting a child on their first time together.

"Tom, how do you feel about this?"

When his lover didn't answer, Harry began nibbling on his bottom lip. "Tom?" He called out nervously, hand waving uncertainly in the air between them.

The crack in Harry's voice broke Tom's stupor as the older man blinked thrice before looking at his young lover.

Tom smiled gently, laying a hand on Harry's stomach. "It is sudden, Harry. However, this is the best news I've ever received." He rubbed gentle circles on his young lover's belly. With a brief flare of his magic, he felt the little one's own magic pulsing to his own.

Oh, their child was undoubtedly going to be powerful when he or she was born. Not yet a month old and yet, some sort of magical pulse – one that was distinctive from Harry's and his own magic – was quite obvious in Harry's abdominal region.

"How is it possible that Angela couldn't cast the spell on me, but you could?" Harry asked.

Severus stepped up, "I believe I can answer that. If I may, my Lord, you already feel that small magic pulse inside of Harry's stomach, correct?"

Tom nodded his head, "It is tiny, but there. What does that have anything to do with it?"

"The fetus, though not fully developed, is magically strong enough to protect its mother. It most likely can tell the difference between its parents' magic and a stranger's magic – no matter the intent or type of magic cast upon Harry." Severus explained. "It already has an instinct to protect its bearer from any harm."

Harry gaped, "The baby's already that strong?"

Severus nodded his head. "It is possible considering both you and Tom are already magically powerful."

Tom rubbed circles on Harry's belly, smiling in pride at his heir's magical prowess, even when he or she had yet to be born. Pausing, Tom pursed his lips, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at Harry's flat stomach. "But this means that our child is now thrust into potential danger. If Dumbledore finds out, he'll use you and our child to win the war."

"He can't," Harry hissed, eyes shining with a deadly gleam, as a hand laid protectively over his stomach. "Over my dead body."

"It will not come to that," Tom promised, "However, Severus will ensure your protection. You also have your companions, and your godfathers. Not to mention Fenrir, the Lestrange brothers and Lucius if you were to step outside of Hogwarts' boundaries. You will be thoroughly protected. Nothing but the best for our little prince."

Harry pursed his lips, "What about a princess?"

Tom nodded his head easily, seeing the suspicion in Harry's eyes, "Yes, even if our child turns out to be our little princess, too."

Harry nodded his head resolutely. "Good, because I can't have you being against our child if it turns out to be a girl."

"Never will I do so, Harry." Tom promised.

"How far along is he?" Severus inquired.

"Three weeks, nearly a month gone," Angela informed them, "Everything seems to be fine. Just make sure you eat enough – Severus, do you still have those nutrient potions Harry's been taking?"

"Of course," The potions master nodded.

"Good," Angela turned to Harry, "Harry, dear, make sure you take these potions every day. The lack of care from your relatives has put your body on a dangerous spot – especially now that you have a fetus to care for. Not to worry though," Angela quickly remedied, seeing Harry's worried look. "I'll also add some prenatal potions specifically for your child. These potions will help the both of you stay healthy."

"How long is male pregnancy?" The teenager asked, "Is it the same as a female's pregnancy? Nine months long?"

Angela shook her head, "It's actually eight months long. You might make it into the first week of April if your child refuses to come out," She said with an amused smile. The Healer summoned several vials and said some spells, watching as the vials filled with Harry's blood.

Harry blanched, "Eight months?! That's near the end of the school year! I'll be a waddling walrus by then!" He shuddered when the metaphor dug up memories of his obese guardian.

"No, you'll be pregnant. Not fat," Tom reassured him.

Harry's eyes cut through the air like a knife, "We'll see about that when I'm all alone in Hogwarts and you're not here to tend to my pregnancy!"

Tom's frown deepened when Harry pointed out the most obvious factor in the situation.

"Can I see the baby now?" Harry interrupted.

Angela shook her head, "It's too soon. Perhaps, in a couple of weeks; then you can see it. As I understand, while you would be in school during the time that it is required to visit a Healer, perhaps My Lord has already planned for it?"

"Of course." Tom replied, his brain already running with schedules during Harry's school year.

"Thank you, Angela." Harry smiled.

"Nothing to thank me for, Harry." The Healer smiled. "Just doing my job."

…..

Draco watched with a dangerous glint in his eyes, oblivious to the narrowed eyes of his lord on his person. The blond stared as his Lord flitted over Potter's sickly scene. The concern in his Lord's eyes – even that word had the Malfoy heir biting down on his tongue to prevent himself from snarling. The Dark Lord shouldn't care about what happens to Potter! If anything, the damned Golden Boy should have been locked up in the dungeons along with the rest of his party!

Potter cannot be the Lord's consort! That position was rightfully his! Why would the Dark Lord want a half blood when he had a pureblood here?! The spot was always his, as he'd always believed. No matter how much Pansy had insisted he was betrothed to her. His father had tried to prevent his beliefs from escalating, but Draco knew – oh, he always knew that his father was quite overprotective of him. And the Malfoy heir didn't fault him for that. No – Draco was more upset that his father was sitting there, at his Lord's right hand, chatting amicably with the boy that dared to steal his rightful place.

Draco bided his time with his meal, no longer hungry and appetite no longer needed to be sated. Everyone stood as the Lord left with Potter, the latter's group of mudblood and blood traitor friends following afterwards after a few moments.

There was something wrong if the Dark Lord required his godfather's presence – as well as their Healer. He quickly walked towards the scene and peered through the crack in the doorway. After hearing the news, his anger flared, but Draco kept a lock on his magic. It wouldn't do to unleash it when he was so close to his Lord. The man would feel it and then he would be punished for eavesdropping. It was already startling to see that his Lord hadn't felt Draco's presence – Potter was certainly ruining the Dark Lord.

Turning on his heels, Draco quickly made his way towards the dungeons. His footsteps echoed down the stairs, and Draco shivered, the draft more chilly than the one in the Slytherin dungeons. He passed by several cells, none of which pulled his attention until the one at the very end where a pair of Death Eaters was standing watch.

"I need to speak with my aunt," He intoned.

"Lord's orders –"

"I'm sure you can stand somewhere far away," Draco interrupted, barely keeping a hold on his anger. "I'll even leave my wand here after erecting a privacy ward."

The two Death Eaters grunted, beady eyes following Draco's every movement until the wand was set on the table.

"Aunt Bella?"

"Draco, my darling," From the shadows came the ex-Lestrange wife. She looked just as if she'd broken out of Azkaban – her clothes were in tatters, her hair was matted and tangled, and her skin pale and grey. "For what reason have you come today? Did my Lord call for me?"

"No, he has not." Draco answered, seeing her disappointment. "Yet, I'm sure he'll do so soon."

She gritted her teeth, "Not if that half breed is by his side."

A smile grew on the blond's face, "The both of us can figure out a way to get rid of the leech at the Lord's side." 'Not to mention that spawn of Potter's.'

"Why have you come to me now?" Bellatrix wasn't intelligent for nothing – having figured out and mastered several spells in the Dark Arts even before she had entered her first year at Hogwarts. "And what's in it for me?"

Draco smirked and began to pace leisurely in front of Bellatrix's cell. "Come, Aunt Bella. Surely you realize that the only way you'll leave this place is with my help. Father and Mother refuse to aid you, and so, your dear nephew has taken it upon himself to free you."

"Your parents – everyone, especially our Lord has been cursed by that half-breed, Potter," she spat. Bellatrix then paused and eyed Draco from head to toe, "You know of the reason the Dark Lord has turned his back on the most loyal of us?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, "He has not turned his back on the most loyal of us."

Bellatrix snarled and jumped forward, arms clawing at the air a few centimeters away from Draco's face. "Come closer, child! You aren't afraid of me, are you? Let your dear Aunt Bellatrix have a good look at you."

Draco chuckled loudly, "Oh, Aunt Bella. Bella, Bella, Bella. I see you haven't come to terms with our Lord's arrangements. You have nothing. You're sitting there in the dark, cold, dirty cell, as I – our Lord's right hand man's son, walks around the manor with nary a concern. It's only a matter of time before the Dark Lord rids himself of Potter. Surely you can see where I'm going with this?"

Bellatrix made one last attempt at Draco before pulling herself together, hands wrapped around the bars of her cell. "What do you want?"

"We all know that the Dark Lord is misguided in his affections. My position as Slytherin consort was decided since birth, yet Potter comes along all of a sudden and the Dark Lord chooses a half blood over a pureblood?"

"Oh," Bellatrix cooed evilly. "Does wittle baby Dwaco have some inadequacy issues? Do you need a shoulder to cry on?"

Draco snarled, "Look, Bellatrix No Name." The twinkle in his eyes saw to his victory when his blood relative gnashed her teeth angrily. "You belong to no one anymore. No Lord, no family, no family magic, no money, no reputation – nothing. Your only way out of this cell is if I decide you are worthy enough to assist in my plans."

The woman peered at him suspiciously, "Why should I help you?"

"Two heads are better than one," Draco smiled innocently. "Once we get our Lord away from Potter, I can be sure to inform him to reinstate you as our Lord's right hand. Father and Mother's arguments won't matter, because they'll have already fulfilled my Merlin given right as Slytherin Consort. Once I marry into the Slytherin line, we can both get rid of Potter and the rest of the world will bow down before us."

"There's nothing in it for me," Bellatrix hissed. "Perhaps you weren't meant for Slytherin."

Draco's eyes flashed, "Once I am Lord Consort, I can get the Dark Lord to do anything I want. Of course, I won't share him with you, Bellatrix. No, I think you can have your revenge on your husband and your brother-in-law, once you've regained your place as Lady Lestrange. What more can you want when you can torture anyone once the Dark Lord and I rule the Wizarding World?"

The blood in Bellatrix's veins surged. Torture?

Her black eyes gleamed wickedly at Draco.

"What is the plan?"

…..

After Lucius bemoaned the fact that his Lord and friend had not managed to court Harry even more than two months before getting the boy up the duff, he followed Tom's orders to find something to help protect Harry and his Lord's heir. Sirius had gone stark white at the news, but held it together with the tiniest bit of pureblood decorum that had been drilled into him since birth.

"How are we going to protect Harry and your unborn child?" Lucius murmured, silver eyes scanning through various texts of protection charms and spells. "Dumbledore will undoubtedly use them to his advantage."

Tom snarled, flinging the glass of wine in his hand, against the walls. Lucius didn't bother flinching when a few droplets splattered over his text. Though he did sigh quietly, looking mournfully at the page. Wine was hard to get out of clothes, never mind parchment paper.

Lucius had gotten used to his Lord's angry moments, and knew from experience that it would be in his best interest to let Tom blow his fuse before doing anything otherwise. Fenrir was standing by the entrance, guarding the door should anyone dear to enter without permission.

Sirius had no qualms about interrupting his tantrum, creating one of his own as he felt the information sink into his mind. "We won't let him! He'll have to go through my cold dead body to get to Harry!"

Severus snorted, "Didn't he almost though, when you nearly fell into the Veil? Honestly, both you and Harry are Gryffindors. If he had taken the time to check up on you on his mirrors, Dumbledore wouldn't have a chance to send you to the Ministry so you would die."

"Enough," Remus growled, Moony at the forefront of his mind. His amber eyes were prominent features as the werewolf looked around the room. "Let's think of a plan to keep Harry from Dumbledore's claws. If he dares harm a single hair on my cub's head, Azkaban will be the least of his worries."

When the werewolf flexed his claw-tipped fingers, the other wizards in the room smirked. Fenrir just moved closer to his mate, quietly soothing him.

"Lucius, your son –"

"He will be no problem," The Malfoy patriarch promised.

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A/N: Woo, another chapter written and finished. Thank you for staying with me for this long, and please continue to read on!