A/N: ok here's another chapter. I hope you all like it considering I have left you hanging for a bit. You all have my sincerest apologies. You can't see me but I just bowed and apologised lol.

Summary

Harry got medical attention and Snape saw him but didn't know it was him and little Harry will have a nanny and mother. Yay I think let's hope this goes well. Oh and now he's awake confused and on the verge of crying and the only one in the room in daddy Voldemort. Lol

Chapter 14

Harry was sleeping in a large bed as Voldemort slowly fell asleep stroking his hair. When the stroking fully stopped Harry's eyes snapped open. He sat up quickly but whimpered as a stab of pain spread itself through his chest. His vibrant green eyes welled with tears as he saw a person lying on the bed he occupied. Who was this man? And why was he lying beside him on a chair? Was he the one who hurt him? Where was the angel?

Tears spilled and fell down pale smooth cheeks. It was then when Harry let out a wail. He was so confused and he was hurt. The only thing he could do and the only thought that went through his head was to cry. He cried and cried and as he did he chest began to hurt more which made the small five year old cry louder.

Voldemort's eyes widened as he saw his new son cry. He was a dark lord, he had no experience with crying kids except when he lived at the orphanage but the kids didn't end up so well in the end and he would be damned if he hurt his son. It would be like striking himself in the face and that just wasn't logical. Not to mention this was seriously damaging Toms faith in raising little Harry. The kid wasn't conscious for five minutes in his presence and he already made him cry. He didn't know what to do. If he held him like he saw Narcissa did to Draco he could really scare the kid. After all the dark lord wasn't the type of person who could just cuddle up to children.

Freaked out by his child's crying which was steadily growing louder and louder he practically ran to the fireplace and flooed for immediate help. Narcissa Malfoy.

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Narcissa Malfoy was sitting in her husband's study. She had told her Lucius about Harry and his sur-name. He too found it odd that there was a third Potter child so he contacted and threatened a few people to get information. He had been gone for about a half an hour when the floo emitted an alarm. Tom her Lord was calling so she immediately answered.

She gave a wide eyed look to her lord and held in a laugh when she saw his bed head and look of disarray. She was about to make a cheeky remark but was cut off when she heard a child's scream. She immediately ordered her lord to move. The order if on a different day and if was concerning a different patient she most likely would be in extreme pain. However that not being the case he immediately and obediently moved aside.

When she had reached the other side where the child resided she came face to face with the sight of a very upset child. Little Harry's face was blotchy and fat tears strolled down his reddened cheeks. His cries echoed throughout the room. But the most peculiar thing happened when she came into the child's eye site, he had stopped screaming out miserable cries. He was still crying, but he did so silently.

The child stared at her wide eyed as she quietly walked to the child's bedside. She was surprised that the boy had stopped crying as was her lord.

Tom looked surprised he had desperately tried to calm the boy without hurting him or scaring him and all Narcissa had too was show up. He couldn't help it when he felt jealousy rage through him. The boy was his so he should find comfort in him not in his followers. Though jealousy filled his mind he knew he would do nothing. If the child like Narcissa who was he to deny his soul child his happiness. Even if it did piss him off. Tom's attention shot to Narcissa when she gently caressed the boy's cheek and asked what was wrong.

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Narcissa sat on the bed gently and cautiously as if she were walking up to a wild animal. She gently smiled as the small boy looked up at her with tear eyes. "Harry what's wrong, why do you cry so?"

The boy actually looked thoughtful in his teary state before answering her. "It hurts and I don't know what's going on my Uncle left me alone and made me hurt." The child whimpered and spoke quietly, but that didn't stop her or her lord from hearing him. Narcissa smiled and got up and retrieved a small bottle of silvery blue that contained a pain potion mixed with a calming potion.

When she got back she saw Harry look shyly at her lord. It wasn't much but it was a start. She had instructed the child to drink and he did so surprisingly obediently. If this was her son he would throw a fit until he was forced but Harry calmly drank it, but he made a face in the end. Potions rarely tasted good. As a healer she knew this all too well. The boy's face relaxed and he calmed down considerable due to the potion being laced with a calming potion. Healers often laced calming potions with healing potions in order to keep their patients in the right state of mind when being treated. Now that the child was pain free he curiously looked around. She could tell that he was confused and curious all at the same time.

He looked up at her and asked in a shaky voice "ummm. Mam where am I, am I in the better place? I thought freaks didn't get in." Voldemort made his presence once again known when he asked what the good place was. The child easily answered that it was where the old man across the street went. He disappeared and went to the good place. Harry explained this to Tom as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. Tom looked amused but immediately questioned the boy again. His next question was why freaks weren't allowed in the good place? Harry looked up at him innocently and said that his parents were freaks and could do freaky things. Freaks were bad to normal people and were not allowed nor could they be like normal people. The good place was for normal people.

Tom saw red as the child innocently explained his reasoning's. It was obvious that he was raised by biased muggles. How dare a muggle teach a wizarding child such lies. It was obvious that the child believed the atrocious lie. It was also clear that the child had no idea what magic was. The boy had been taught that magic beings were freaks. If he ever found out who taught him such things they would pay dearly for filling his boy with horrible lies of his own kind. Tom watched as the child began to doze off. He was asleep within minutes. The calming and pain potion calmed him down enough for him to sleep. Though not all questions were not asked nor answered that could wait another day, for now little Harry needed his rest in order to recover from this heart wrenching ordeal. It wasn't for a few moments that Tom realised that Harry thought he was dead. That too would have to be dealt with when he next awoke.

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It was around the middle of the evening when Lucius's wife Narcissa came home with some interesting information as well as a job to do. He had found about a third Potter child. So after putting his young son to bed he left and departed to the Ministry. It didn't take much to find files and other useful information. A few threats and a little bit of blackmail made ones tasks easy as pie. The only information he could find this night was a birth certificate and a core evaluation. It was cleverly hidden inside a book he had picked up off a random shelf. He supposed he had good luck. Why would a family want to hide the birth of a child. In pureblood families a birth was celebrated. Children were the future and therefore very precious. He didn't understand. Next was a core classification. When a witch or wizard is born their magical core is measured on a scale from one to seven. Seven being the strongest. He grabbed the paper and read its information and gasped. The boy's core level was a full blown 6 borderline 7. Powerful, after all he himself was only and barely a five and he was considered to be a decently powered wizard. However when he looked back and read the birth certificate in the column where species is located the fine print read SQUIB. Why did both papers read something different? He needed to get this information to his lord but before he could he was hit from behind with a paralysis charm by a twinkling eyes old fool.

A/N: so here's the chapter. What should happen to Lucius and what about Harry? Should Tom be daddy or fearful father that's has to be obtained because it's for your own good. So fluff or harsh life lessons and darkness? Post opinions they are very much welcomed. PS. I did this very late at night so I'm sorry if there are lot of mistakes.