If Only….

It took him a while to process what Lilith was saying, 'Our child is in him and he's in pain.' He broke away from Lilith's protective embrace, he had the feeling Leviathan wasn't going to do him more harm. "You're….Merope Gaunt?" asked Harry. Lilith stood up her gaze burning into Harry's soul. "Yes, Harry Potter, that's what I used to be called before I…changed." Harry looked back at Leviathan his face still wet with tears which was unique. His tears were like liquid diamonds. "I thought Riddle was Voldemort's father," said Harry thinking back to his sixth year at Hogwarts how he looked into Dumbledore's memory. The Dark Lord was even named after him.

Leviathan's face changed from sad guilt to disgust when he heard the word Riddle. "I mean Voldemort did look like Tom Riddle before he started looking like a monster, am I right?" Lilith was by her husband's side wrapping her arms around his waist. Leviathan put his arm around her as well. "Didn't you read our little love letter's Harry? Or were you to busy looking at our pictures?" asked Lilith with amusement in her voice. Harry wanted to defend himself but, it was true, he was a little interested with the gritty sex pictures.

Leviathan let go of his wife's embrace. A small smile formed on his face. "Well Harry, I guess I should explain how this all happened. It all started when I put a curse on an ancestor of hers. Slytherin insulted me in the forest so I decided that every woman or daughter of the Slytherin house before their wedding I would be the one to deflower them before their husband's do. I did the same thing to Merope, only I've found out she was different from the rest. Usually the whores would cry after I took them but, not Merope. She didn't cry, she begged for me, craved me, wanted me. No woman on this planet had ever wanted me that badly before so I did what she wished. At first I've thought of her as a good fuck but, as time went on it grew into something more. I've thought of her all the time, I wanted to be with her all the time. I couldn't understand these feelings until it hit me, I was in love with her.

"When I realized I had this feeling I wanted to do something that I've never done before, I made love to her. There's a difference between love making and pure fucking. I knew the sex was love making because it wasn't just satisfying I felt connected with her very soul! Little did I know that making love to her meant creating a child."

"You didn't think that all that sex was going to get her pregnant?" asked Harry. Leviathan only looked at him as if he wasn't getting it. "There's a reason why I thought I wouldn't get her pregnant. I'm cursed myself, you see, I did something the Gods didn't approve of."

"And what was that?"

"Creating a spirit," said Leviathan matter-of-factly. "A spiritual creation is only meant for the Head God, my uncle Zeus. He created many spirits but, they didn't have feel will so I wanted to make one that could have a mind of his own. His name was Fern, I was able to hide him for only a few weeks but, they were able to find him. They tortured him to know who made him but, he didn't tell." He paused, the memory of it looked painful to bring up. "I couldn't let them hurt him any more so I turned myself in. when I told the Gods I didn't want to destroy Fern, they cursed me from my handsome complexion to my ability to reproduce then I fell.

"Which brings me to my wife's miraculous pregnancy. Fern had stayed with me since the fall. I told him that he can be born to anyone he wants but he was insistent for me to be his father. I thought it would never happen until I made contact with Fern inside her."

"Wait, if that's true then why did he look like Tom Riddle?" asked Harry a little bewildered by what he was saying. Leviathan only snickered at this. "My wife unknownly put a curse on my son to look like he resembled Riddle. Back then she was in some ways in denial that he was my son."

"Well, it sounds like you cared about him a lot but, then again, if he was your son then why didn't you take him out of the Orphanage?" asked Harry with doubt. Leviathan didn't speak for a moment. Harry could tell by the expression on his face that the memory seemed painful to him. After what seemed like a long silence he said, "You have no idea how many times I want him out of that place? I've never held my son but, I wanted to so badly. My wife not only cursed him with Riddle's looked but also put a spell of protection similar to your mother's spell. I couldn't touch him, Harry, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't. The only time that I've ever gone near him was when I infused him to the back of my head."

Leviathan put his finger to his temple were he lovingly made circular motions. "Like I've said before, you should have given me the stone and everything would have been fine." Harry felt the rage coming back to him. "And what? You and your sadistic son take over the world with your mutilated monsters?" He was indicating over to the Cenobites behind them only to notice there was one lovely looking human until he saw her eyes turn pitch black. Leviathan only looked at him in annoyance. "No, Harry, if you've given me the stone not some many people would have died. Not Sirius, Not Fred, Not Cedric, and so on" While he was saying their names, Harry saw Leviathan changed to Sirius Black then to Fred Weasly then to Cedric Diggery and many others, even Snape.

"If only you'd given me the stone, your friends wouldn't have to suffer." The black clothes were taken off from their heads to revel Hermoine and Ron. They looked like frightened rabbits. Harry eyes went wide with fear for them. "What are you going to do to them?" Leviathan walked over to Hermoine, his pinky changed into a talon which grazed the side of her face. "They're going to become my little sex slaves. For them it's going to be an Eternity of Sodom for them unless you corporate."

"What if you're lying?" he asked angrily.

"How about I give you two examples on what's going to happen to both of them?" Leviathan snapped his fingers and two of the Cenobites left only to come back a second later with two grisly examples. The first one was of a skinless man with only his white blonde hair and the other looked like a horrifying version of a frog, it was wearing a pink hat. It took him a while to notice that they were Lucius Malfoy and Dolores Umbridge. "Just to let you know, I'm not joking and they will be in pain. So will you do as I say?"

"What do you want?" asked Harry, his voice was failing him. A small smile came on his face again. "Why to reunite with my son, of course."