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Summary: Madness is not a state of mind. Madness is a place. What happens when Harry stumbles into it and gets trapped there? A Harry Potter version of Alice in Wonderland but a thousand shades darker.
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Nine Months Later
Sirius jiggled and rocked the wailing, screaming baby in his arms in a panicked way. Luna wasn't sure who was more fractious, him or the baby. With eyes brimmed with tears and a quivering lip he was utterly out of his depth. She went forwards and offered to take the baby, but he shook his head abruptly. The baby began flailing his tiny arms and legs faster, grasping at the air with increased speed, his shrill cries were only broken by his gasping for breaths in-between. His face was blotched and his little mouth stretched wide. Luna smiled softly at Sirius in her soothing way and held out her arms. He handed over the baby and sank to the floor, hiding his face. Luna held the baby close, bobbing and swaying to unheard music, humming a lullaby, quite composed, quite serene but it did nothing to soothe the baby.
Harry hadn't woken up yet and he was still being examined by a healer. These past nine months had been pure torment for him and it was nothing short of a miracle that he had lived and managed to keep the baby as well. She cradled the wailing baby in her arms and looked down at him. He hadn't opened his eyes yet so she wasn't sure if they would be emerald green or dark brown. At this point, the baby looked like any other new-born. His skin was pink and his face was currently red with all the effort he was putting into crying. The mop of raven black hair on his head wasn't a very distinctive quality because Harry and Voldemort both had black hair. She wasn't sure who the baby would resemble. The twins walked into the room and grimaced,
"He still hasn't stopped crying?"
Luna continued to rock the baby but it wasn't working. They had tried feeding him but that hadn't worked as well. It was as if the baby refused to be soothed,
"Why aren't you with Harry?"
The twins stepped closer and Fred softly poked the baby with his finger. Luna slapped his hand,
"Stop that."
Fred smiled guiltily,
"Sorry. The healer left. Bella is watching over Harry."
Luna held the flailing baby to her chest,
"What did the healer say?"
George looked down at his shoes and Fred spoke,
"He said that Harry's fine but he needs time to recuperate. It's going to be a couple of hours before he wakes up."
Luna nodded as relief flooded her chest. She looked down at the small screaming bundle in her arms and pursed her lips. She had a feeling the baby needed his parents and he wasn't going to stop until he had them. They hadn't informed Voldemort which according to her was unfair. This baby belonged to Voldemort as much as it belonged to Harry. She looked at the twins and spoke,
"Inform him."
Sirius immediately rose to his feet,
"No, don't."
The twins looked between Sirius and Luna and then at the baby,
"We think he needs him."
Sirius dropped back to his knees and spoke,
"Fine. Call him."
The twins disappeared from the room and appeared fifteen minutes later with a furious Voldemort. He had shed his David disguise today and looked absolutely impeccable. He was dressed in black robes and his sharp features and brown eyes displayed his rage perfectly. He didn't have his silky black locks tied back and they cascaded down his shoulders till his waist and merged in with his robes,
"How is Harry?"
Luna watched as Voldemort's gaze settled on the wailing baby in her arms and she watched the way his rage melted. He instantly stepped past the twins and looked down at the baby with absolute wonder. The twins replied,
"He's fine but he's sleeping."
He looked up and met her gaze and she noticed how they were glimmering with tears. She held the baby towards him and he took it in his arms extremely carefully. The baby stopped crying instantly. Voldemort was staring down at the baby with extreme pride and enormous fascination,
"It's a boy."
Voldemort kissed the baby's forehead softly cradled him close to his chest. Luna saw the tears streaming down his cheeks as he rocked the now silent baby,
"He hasn't opened his eyes yet."
Voldemort looked up at Luna and then spoke,
"I hope he has Harry's eyes and his looks."
Luna frowned,
"Don't you want him to resemble you?"
Voldemort closed his eyes and shook his head as tears continued to fall down his cheeks,
"I do not wish for him to look like me…a monster…"
Luna stepped closer and wiped away his tears,
"Harry told me that he wanted the baby to look like you."
Voldemort smiled ruefully,
"Harry doesn't understand anything."
Luna shook her head,
"It's been nine months and he has longed for you every single minute of every single hour of every single day."
Voldemort cradled the baby and pressed another kiss to his head,
"This little bundle of joy is going to change everything."
Luna smiled softly. The baby was extremely calm now and it seemed he had fallen asleep,
"Have you fed him?"
Luna shook her head,
"We tried. He was just too restless."
Voldemort sat down in an armchair and carefully settled the baby on his arm. He conjured a small feeder filled with milk and held it to the baby's mouth cautiously. The baby instantly began suckling on the nipple,
"When was he born?"
Luna took a seat opposite him and watched as the baby fed hungrily,
"An hour ago."
Voldemort pulled away the feeder so that the baby could breathe for a minute but the baby instantly started writhing and looked ready enough to start crying again. He chuckled softly and replaced the feeder close to his mouth again,
"Is he healthy?"
Luna frowned,
"Yes, perfectly healthy. He weighs seven pounds which is absolutely extraordinary considering how weak Harry's grown."
Voldemort stroked the baby's hair and pulled away the feeder. This time the baby didn't writhe. It seemed he'd had his fill. Voldemort held him close to his chest and cradled him so that he could fall asleep and it seemed the baby did. Voldemort pressed a kiss to the baby's head and just held him in his arms as he slept,
"I need to check on Harry."
Sirius sat up straight,
"He's resting. You can't go to his room…especially when you look like yourself."
Luna watched as Voldemort and Sirius glared daggers at each other,
"At least stop this for today."
Voldemort focused his attention back on the sleeping baby in his arms and stared at him in disbelief,
"What will you name him?"
Voldemort looked up at Luna's question and spoke,
"That is Harry's right. It is Harry's right to make all the decisions regarding him."
Luna smiled ruefully,
"Can't you return to him?"
Voldemort turned his gaze back to the baby,
"No…Harry is better off without me."
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