It's my Birthday! And I have decided to gift all of you with an update! And it's extra long too. Enjoy!

EDITED: 8/5/17

Meant To Be

Chapter 14

Harry blinked and hesitantly lowered his wand. He was…gone. He had just left.

Harry shook his head and looked down at his daughter who was crying loudly. First, take care of Wynter, he thought. He cradled her close and bounced her in his arms, "Shh, sweetheart. It's okay, it's okay. I'm here." Harry walked down the hallway to Wynter's room as she calmed down. He rocked her gently and she fell asleep. He placed her in her crib and tucked her in.

Now that Wynter was settled, he started to think and as he thought the slowly dawning horror of what just happened started to creep in. Oh, God. He knows. He knows where I am. He knows about Wynter! We need to get out of here. He'll come back, he'll take her… He hurriedly conjured a suitcase and started throwing Wynter's clothes in along with some toys and blankets. I can't let him take her from me. I have to go to Dumbledore and- he paused in his packing. But if I tell Dumbledore then he'll ask questions, like how he found me…how did he find me? Harry shook his head and picked up the suitcase and walked down the hall. Doesn't matter, he did and he saw Wynter and…he just left. I didn't expect him to leave. Why did he leave? I was expecting him to…to…I don't know, do something, not just leave.

Harry put the suitcase down on the couch. Dumbledore would want to know why he just left too. I mean a Dark Lord just doesn't leave a duel. And that why would lead to other questions, which would lead to him asking who Wynter's father is…

Harry stared at the suitcase in horror. No! He must never know. Telling him that it was a Death Eater was bad enough; to tell him that it was Voldemort himself… he shuttered and paced in front of the couch. No, I can't tell Dumbledore, he can never know.

He looked around the battle cluttered room "God this place is a mess," he said. Wait. I don't want Dumbledore to know that Tom-no Voldemort is the father. But that would mean I can't tell him that T-Voldemort was here. I have to clean up!

Harry picked up the coffee table and put it up right, placing the magazines back on top. He fixed the pictures and hung them back up, but the scorch mark wouldn't come out. So he took another picture and hung it over the mark. As he cleaned he continued thinking. This goes here. This…where did I put this? Oh here. Wouldn't Dumbledore be here by now? Wouldn't he know that the wards had been taken down? Harry looked around the room. He could be here any minute! I have to hurry.

He tried to repair the lamp, but it wouldn't go back together so Harry just threw it away. He ran around the room fixing the walls, the couch, pillows, any glass on the floor until the room was back to normal. He went into the kitchen and picked up the broken glass. There. That should be every thing. Now he will- Oh my God, I'm bleeding!

Harry stared in shock at his blood soaked sleeve and the trails of blood down his arm. How could he not know he was bleeding? Now that he was focusing on it, it kind of hurt. He quickly healed the cut. I need to change… he headed out of the kitchen and into his bedroom where he cleaned up the blood on his arm and changed his shirt. There. He thought as he sat down on his bed.

Harry looked out the door to the room across from his where Wynter was sleeping. What do I do? I don't want Dumbledore or anyone to know, but I need to protect Wynter. She's my main priority. So…that means I need to leave. He got up from the bed. But where do I go? And what do I tell Dumbledore? Harry sat back down and bit his lip in uncertainty.

What was he supposed to do?

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Tom paced, walking to one side of his bedroom, turning and walking to the other; his mind working a mile a minute.

I need to think clearly. I have to- My God, I have a child! He ran his fingers through his hair. Harry had been pregnant all this time, and now I have a child. How? He shook his head to clear it. Harry had been pregnant and he went into hiding to give birth to his…do I have a son or daughter?

Tom stopped and looked out the window. I have a son or daughter… He couldn't stop the smile that spread over his face. I have a child. Mine. My own flesh and blood!

The smile faded as he continued pacing. The question was now, what would he do about it. Kill it? No! No, I can't do that. It's mine, I can't just… Do I take it away? Contrary to popular belief, he thought that a child should have both parents. Taking it away would be horrific. Tom suddenly cringed. That was exactly what he had done to Harry, though it had been necessary. But Tom didn't want to do that to his own child. It needed both. So no. Stay away?...No, I can't do that either. It is my child. My son or daughter, my- Tom stopped shocked. My family…I have a family!

Oh, how he had wished, when he was younger, that he had some distant relative that would come and take him away. That he had family that would dare he say it, love him. But it never happened. It was just a childish dream, one that he had given up on a long time ago.

But now, now he was faced with this new way to have one. He had a family, a little boy or girl. His heart swelled with…he didn't know what it was, but there was joy. Joy that he had not felt in a very long time. A child had never even been part of his plans. Hell, it hadn't even crossed his mind. Yet he had been blessed with this little miracle.

So he would stay and be a part of his child's life. Tom nodded to himself. I will do that, he sighed, But there is a slight problem…

Harry.

Harry would never allow it. Was Harry its mother? Father? He would protect the baby at all costs, especially against him. Tom could only imagine what Harry might be thinking. Harry had spent most of his life running from him and now he had his child. After all, Tom had done to him…he would never let Tom anywhere near the child, forget about being in its life.

No. That will not happen. This child was his. His family. He would not let it slip through his fingers. This child was his. His family. He would not let it slip through his fingers. "I will be a part of my child's life," he whispered fiercely. With that said he grabbed his cloak and left the room.

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When Tom arrived outside the cottage, he noticed that hastily put up wards, which he easily took down. He also noticed that the window and door that had been blown off by his arrival had been fixed. He had not been gone for that long so it must have been Harry that fixed it. Plus he had taken down the alarm that would have alerted Dumbledore and his damn Order of his attack, so he knew no one was here or was coming. These changes were worth noting, but Tom had other things to worry about. He quickly went up the steps, opened the door and stepped inside.

Once inside, Tom froze. Gone was any evidence of the duel from earlier. Everything back into place, well almost everything. The lamp on the side table was gone and a picture was out of place, but the thing that got his attention was the suitcase on the couch. He's trying to leave? He thought furiously. Like hell! He immediately started to search the rooms.

Harry, meanwhile, was packing his clothes and other things into his trunk and wasn't paying attention to the footsteps walking around the house.

He had decided that Wynter's safety was more important than anyone finding out about who the father was. If they found out…he didn't care. Well, that wasn't true but his first priority was his daughter and what ever happened happens. He would leave and find somewhere safe to stay, like maybe one of Sirius' family houses or one of his. I think I inherited an ancestral home from Dad, maybe I can stay there… From there he would alert Dumbledore about what happened.

Harry nodded to himself and closed his trunk. He dragged it off the bed and out into the hall. There he had the second surprise of the night. Tom was there at the other end of the hallway. He had come back.

Oh shit…

Harry dropped his trunk and pulled out his wand. "Get out," he snarled.

Tom froze as he saw Harry holding his trunk, and then anger set in. "I don't think so. I have every right to be here."

"No. No, you don't," Harry said shaking his head.

"Yes, I do and you know it. The child is mine," Tom said fiercely.

Harry closed his eyes briefly and shook his head. He wanted to deny it but he had been a virgin when Tom had taken him and he had gotten pregnant soon after, it was easy to put it together.

"Don't you lie to me!" Tom snarled and Harry flinched. "I know that child is a product of our coupling. Don't you dare tell me otherwise. I'm not stupid. Now, where is it?"

Harry briefly glanced at the closed door that Wynter was sleeping behind.

Tom followed his gaze. There? My child is there! He immediately strode toward the door.

Harry's heart sped up and he rushed forward and pushed Tom away with his hands. "No!," he hissed, "I will not let you anywhere near her!"

Tom stopped, "Her?"

Harry's eyes widened and he snapped his mouth closed.

Her? I have a daughter? Tom thought I have to see her. "Let me see her!"

"No!"

"You can't keep me from her," Tom said trying to edge around him.

Harry pushed him away so that he fell back against the wall. "Watch me!"

Tom pushed Harry away and tried again to get around, but Harry was quicker and placed himself in front of the door. "Move."

"No," Harry said firmly, bracing himself against the closed door.

Tom felt his anger and desperation rise, but he pushed it down and forced himself to think. This is not working, he thought as he stared into defiant green eyes. Harry is a mother protecting his child, of course, he wouldn't let me near her…but she is so close. If I could just… Tom took a deep breath to calm himself, "Harry…please," he said.

Harry's eyes widened in shock. Why? He's the fucking Dark Lord, why is he so desperate to see one kid? But even though he asked the question, the answer came to him, Becauseit's his.

"Let me see her. Let me see my daughter," Tom whispered.

Harry shook his head minutely.

Tom came closer and placed his hands on either side of Harry's head and stared into his wide green eyes, trying to convey his need to see his little girl. "Please…"

Harry shook his head again…and suddenly he didn't know what he was disagreeing with. He could only see the deep blue with a swirl of red of Tom's eyes. He was close, too close. Harry licked his suddenly dry lips and Tom's eyes followed the movement. Oh God no, Harry thought as he felt the beginnings of arousal starting to bubble in his lower extremities; one that he had been ignoring for months. H-He's too close!

Tom watched as Harry's green eyes became hooded and slightly glazed and he unconsciously leaned closer until their noses almost touched. I didn't come here for this! He thought frantically, I came here to see my daughter! And yet…and yet having Harry so near after a year of not seeing him…touching him. He felt a flush start in his belly and spread throughout the rest of his body and started to cloud his mind with desire.

"No," Harry whimpered as Tom's mouth hovered over his, yet even though he said it, he raised his chin so their lips brushed.

They both groaned and pressed their lips together desperately. Tongues dueled and teeth bit as they kissed passionately, deeply, drowning in each other. Tom slid his fingers down Harry's side and wrapped his arm around his waist to pull Harry tight against him. He moaned into the kiss as he felt the familiar plains of Harry's body pressed against him and clutched him tighter.

Harry ran his hands over Tom's chest, feeling the muscles beneath the robes when he suddenly pushed him away. "This can't happen. Not again," Harry panted.

Tom stood away from him, also out of breath, "Do you think I want to?"

They both suddenly winced as a lance of pain went through their heads, almost like something was angry that they had stopped. Desire shot through them so strong that they both shivered. Harry suddenly lunged at Tom, knocking him into the opposite wall and kissed him desperately. Tom fell against the wall and pulled Harry close to him, kissing back with vigor. His hand trailed down Harry's firm bottom and down his leg where he pulled it up. Knowing what he wanted, Harry wrapped his arms around Tom's neck and jumped up to wrap his legs around his waist, Tom holding him up. They both groaned at the sudden friction between them and Harry started to rub himself on the body against his. Tom kicked off the wall and took a few steps until they tumbled into Harry's room and onto his bed.

As soon as they hit the bed, clothes started coming off. Though they both didn't really want it and said they didn't, both Harry and Tom had been dreaming about this moment for months; unable to get the feeling or the image of the other out of their head. It was always something that they could never forget no matter how hard they tried. Neither of them were resisting either because they already knew what the other felt like and it had been months since then. Not that they could stop, they did not have complete control of their bodies, but unlike last time there was more awareness and a little more control over certain movements. Tom had more control over his hands, yet continued to touch and pull Harry closer. Harry didn't feel like such a prisoner in his own body and actually consciously egged Tom on while simultaneously cursing him. But they did not stop.

"I hate you," Harry hissed at him as they kissed.

"The feeling is mutual," Tom muttered as he pulled Harry's shirt up and off and started to attack his chest.

"I thought this was-ah, over with," Harry gasped as Tom found a nipple and sucked it into his mouth.

"As did I, but apparently not," Tom replied and moved his mouth downward. He paused as he saw a faint line of a scar on his lower abdomen. He lightly trailed his fingers over the scar and then kissed it softly. This was where his daughter had come into this world and though it was a mark on the otherwise flawless skin, Tom thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

"S-Stop that," Harry stuttered breathlessly as he felt Tom's lips trace over the scar again and again, fascinated by it.

Tom only grunted in reply and moved his mouth lower. When he got down to Harry's pants he quickly removed them and Harry gasped as his flesh met cool air. He sat back and gazed down at Harry who was flushed from his kisses and from embarrassment at being looked at. Just like last time, he could only find one word to describe the being in front of him. "You're beautiful."

Harry's eyes widened as the words left Tom's mouth and he blushed. What the hell? Harry was confused. Why would he say that? Whatever this was that was making them do this was probably messing with the both of them. It was definitely not something Tom would say…or would he? "Fuck you asshole," Harry said, trying to bring back the anger and hate. Gazing up at him, with his shirt unbuttoned and his hair all mussed up, Harry felt like he didn't know Tom at all. He had been expecting crazy Dark Lord and now all he was…was human; resorting to pleading and begging and soft sweet words. He didn't know how to handle it.

The words seemed to bring Tom back into himself, "Well, it looks like I am the one that is going to do the fucking." He quickly leaned down and kissed Harry, stilling whatever he was about to say; sliding his tongue into the warm cavern. As he kissed him, Tom shed his shirt and felt Harry's fingers working the button and zipper of his pants when they were loosened, he shed them too until he was left with nothing.

Flesh met flesh and they moved frantically against each other in bliss. They didn't waste any time in foreplay and went straight to it. Tom conjured wandlessly a bottle of lubricant and slicked his fingers before sliding them one at a time inside of Harry's quivering entrance; stretching and stroking in preparation for what was to come. Harry's legs twitched then spread wider and Tom smirked as he slid his fingers in deeper. "So eager."

"S-Shut up! Ah!" Harry gasped and arched his hips as the questing fingers found his sweet spot, "Fuck!" All too quickly the fingers retreated and he nearly whimpered at the loss, nearly because it was just as quickly replaced with something bigger.

He winced slightly as Tom slid into him, but it wasn't as bad as last time. What am I doing? Wynter is asleep in the other room! He thought as he was filled. But that thought brought another one. "I better not get pregnant again," he said as he held onto Tom.

Tom pushed the rest of his cock into Harry then paused in thought. He slowly, with effort, lifted his hand and placed it over Harry's stomach.

Harry felt a tingle over his stomach. "What did you do?" he asked alarmed.

"Anti-pregnancy charm," Tom said.

"Oh," Harry said breathlessly, then gasped as Tom pulled out of him and slammed back in. "Oh God!"

Tom released his own groan of pleasure as Harry squeezed tight around him. He immediately did it again and again until he had set a rhythm that the both of them enjoyed; fast and hard. It was not gentle, not that they were hurting each other, no, but it was full of desire, passion, and desperation. After a year of not seeing each other, a year of dreaming and reliving that night over and over again they both had absolutely no control over it.

Harry clung onto Tom as he pounded into him, his eyes closed in bliss. Why had he not given in sooner? This felt so good and so…right! "H-Harder!" Harry gasped out and tried to move his hips. Tom held him in place and Harry growled in frustration, but Tom pulled his hips close and started thrusting into him harder. –Yesss- he hissed. The Parseltongue obviously did something because he felt Tom's cock twitch inside him so he said it again.

-Fuck- Tom hissed as he heard the mantra of 'yes' and 'oh yes' come from Harry's mouth in the ancient tongue of snakes. And somehow hearing it was arousing to his ears. –Need...deeper- he hissed haltingly. Hearing him, Harry reached down his thighs and spread his cheeks wider for him. Tom let go of Harry's hips and spread the golden globes even more for a wider passage for his cock.

Harry cried out as Tom drove himself even harder and deeper into him and let his arms drop listlessly onto the bed. He could feel Tom's big cock deep inside him, creating the most incredible pleasure. It was all so much and he was so close. With Tom's hands occupied, Harry took his cock into his hand and started to pump. He watched as Tom looked down and stared at his hand sliding up and down his cock and Tom's thrusts got faster and more erratic. Having Tom watch was arousing and encouraging and his hand moved faster in time with Tom's thrust and all too soon…he was cumming, hard. Harder than he ever had in his life, semen spilling forth over his chest and Tom's. Before his orgasm was even over, dark sports appears in his vision and grew darker.

Tom looked up from Harry's rapidly moving hand to his face just in time to see him cum. Head thrown back, eyes closed tight and mouth slightly opened; his body as taunt as a rubber band. It was the tightening of Harry's body around his cock that was his undoing. He urged himself deep inside Harry and came. Thick streams of cum leaving him and filling Harry to the brim and spilling over.

Tom pulled out and collapsed onto his side, panting, trying to blink away the sudden spots. Harry and Tom turned their heads toward each other then gave in to the darkness.

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Harry woke to birds chirping and warm sun on the side of his face and turned his face to it. He had slept surprisingly well, only he had a slight crick in his neck and a pleasurable burn in his backside…wait, what?

Harry slowly opened his eyes and took in the familiar white trimmed window and the tree outside, the white wall and ceiling; his bedroom. He then turned his head to the side, his heart pounding in dread, to see the figure sleeping beside him.

Last nights events replayed in his mind and his cheeks burned as he remembered how very desperate and needy he had been. But instead of feeling crushed and devastated by his actions like last time, he was pissed. And not just at Tom, but at himself for allowing it to happen, again! What was wrong with him? Sleeping with, with this…man! The first time…he still didn't understand anything about why it happened, but that was over and done with. Yet it happened again and it was…it was fantastic…No, not fantastic, stop thinking that! He scolded himself. But no matter how angry he was, it still felt right, to be here with Tom in his bed.

Harry shook his head to rid himself of his treacherous thoughts. He pulled himself up and turned himself so that he was facing Tom with his back to the window and pulled his feet up, then promptly shoved Tom as hard as he could. He caught a glimpse of Tom's blue eyes snapping open just before he toppled over the edge of the bed.

Tom sprang up, seething "What the hell was that for?"

Harry blushed and looked away as Tom stood there in all his naked glory. He opened and closed his mouth; suddenly he had forgotten what he was going to say. "G-Get out!" he stuttered out.

"What?"

"I said get out!" Harry snapped and threw a pillow at him.

Tom sidestepped the pillow and glanced around to take in the situation and it came to him. –Shit- he hissed.

"Exactly. Now get out," Harry growled and got up, wrapping a sheet around himself. Tom stared at him incredulously and said nothing. "What?" he spat.

"I don't know why you bother, I've seen everything already…twice."

Harry flushed and pulled the sheet tighter around himself, "Get dressed and leave!" Harry hissed at him.

Tom glanced down at himself then hunted down his clothes and put them on. "This isn't over," he suddenly said.

"Oh. It's so over," Harry said yanking up his pants and letting go of the sheet. "Now get out of my house."

Tom glared back at him, spun on his heel and left the room. A second later he returned. "Don't you dare think of leaving. If you do I will find you."

Harry opened his mouth in outrage. How dare he-

"She's my daughter too. You can't keep me from her." And with that, he was gone.

Okay. I am so sorry for this late update, but I have a good reason. Well, 2 good ones and 1 eh one. 1) I just got a Wii and I am addicted to Zelda games that I got. lol. I'm so bad. 2) Sex scenes are hard to write and I have to be in the mood to write one and as you can tell, it took a long time to get it done. And 3) I've been busy fleshing out my own book that I want to get published, hopefully soon (fingers crossed) and I hope that once it is out that you all will show your support by buying it.

Now that that is said, I hope you are all proud of this chapter, I am. Things are now starting to go where I wanted them to go and you can all finally see Tom's stance about his daughter. As you can see, he wants to be a part of her life.

As for when the next chapter is coming out...I have no idea. School starts again soon so I don't know when or if I'll have time to write, but I will try. Maybe I'll be able to push out another chapter by the end of the month, I don't know.

Sorry for this extra long note, I'll shut up now. Just don't forget to leave a lovely review that I love so much!

phoenix

edit: I fixed the eye color change.