Tomorrow starts with TOM! HAZAH!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.

Chapter 36

The next few months were easy, yet troublesome for Krista. Ansel pampered her and did whatever she wished. If she wanted a muggle chocolate sundae, then she would get her chocolate sundae. It would be perfect if Tom's words didn't cross her head daily.

"Join me or die."

He wouldn't kill her, would he? Didn't he think of her as valuable? As a key to power? She was now carrying his heir, but what if that was all he needed her for? What if he'd consider her useless after that?

"He said something about the heir of the Heirs," she muttered quietly to herself as she paced around her walk-in closet. She ran her hand across her silk clothes to calm herself. "What if the heir of the Heirs has special powers?" The idea dawned on her.

She shook her head in denial. "No, it doesn't matter. Bellatrix will be treated equally to Xenophilius."

TK

Tom arrived back in his flat after a much tiresome day at work. Hepzibah Smith was refusing to sell the items Burke wanted. He didn't know what they were, but they had to be quite valuable if Burke wanted them that badly.

What really sickened him was that Hepzibah was infatuated with him. He was used to getting attention from girls, but she was far too old and resembled a pig in a way. She probably looked like a piglet when she was younger.

His mind wandered off to his lioness and that he had gotten her pregnant. It hadn't been his intention, but it could be a really good for his plans.

That is, as long as Krsista didn't get in the way. He had read in the book Alucard had brought in several months ago that the heir of the Heir of Slytherin and Gryffindor would either take after his or her mother or father. It depended on how the child was raised. If it was raised in a high, noble-blooded, or snobby society, then it would take after Slytherin. If it was raised in a kindhearted, loving, caring, muggle-loving society, then it would take after Gryffindor. And he didn't want that.

His heir would be powerful, not weak.

KT

It was April, her ninth month. She expected the babies to come any day now. She had heard of the pains of giving birth and had to take deep breaths to calm herself down.

She rubbed her large tummy and sat in her incline chair. She could hardly walk the past two months. Her legs were weak and she couldn't see her feet. She had been the skinniest thing before getting pregnant with twins. Surprisingly, she had only weighed about a hundred pounds before.

And that's when she felt her water break.

"Oh, no. Oh, no!" She struggled to get on her feet. Ansel was still at work. "Someone! Oh, please, someone help me. Ansel, Tom, anyone please!"

A crack hit her ears. She turned around and saw Tom in a gray shirt and black trousers. "Thank Merlin," she sighed. "The babies are coming! What-what do we do?"

He took three steps and put his arm around her shoulder. He dragged her to the fireplace and picked up the floo powder. "Didn't think of this, did you?"

Of course she didn't! She was about to go into labor!

The flooed into St. Mungo's and Tom demanded a mediwitch. The same mediwitch who had examined her months before met them and showed them into a small room.

Tom made a move to leave until Krista grasped him by the shirt. "Don't you dare leave me, Tom," she commanded with rage in her eyes.

He sneered before noticing the mediwitch giving him a look. His sneer was replaced with a blank face.

"Take deep breaths, dear," she calmly told Krista before turning to Tom and glaring at him. "Would you like me to contact your husband?" She asked Krista.

"Yes!" She all but screeched.

The mediwitch told her to keep taking deep breaths as she left the room. Krista looked at Tom with wide, large eyes. "How did you know to come?"

He stared at her as if the answer was obvious. "You called for me, and our connection made it possible for me to hear your desperate cry."

She took in a sharp breath. "This is your fault."

He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, but partially Lovegood's as well." His voice held a strange tone. Almost as if saying it enraged him.

"Jealous, Tommy?" She tried her best to smirk.

"Why would I be jealous of Lovegood? And over you? Don't make me laugh." He said snidely and looked away from her.

She thrust her head to the right, looking away from him as well.

The mediwitch returned at this moment. "Mister Lovegood will be here momentarily." She resumed to caring for Krista.

When Ansel ran into the room in a sweat, they all turned their heads at him. Krista with relief, Tom with anger, and the mediwitch with curiosity on how the two men would interact with each other.

Ansel ignored Tom and rushed to Krista's side. She clenched onto his hand and growled, "It's about time you got here."

"Sorry, I came as soon as I heard."

"Not soon enough!" She broke out into pants and clenched onto his hand tighter.

Tom sent nasty glares at Ansel. The thought of this good-for-nothing boy touching his property was an outrage! He should just kill him there. But no, the Lovegoods were a pureblooded family and he didn't want to ruin his name, Lord Voldemort's name.

He turned back to Krista and watched in interest as a small head poked out from where he had thoroughly enjoyed fucking before. A slight grin fell on his face. Was this his child? His heir?

Krista's scream was accompanied by the baby's.

"It's a boy!" The mediwitch must have said that out of habit and Tom's grin turned into a frown. It was Lovegood's child.

Tom averted his eyes as the mediwitch cleaned off the boy and handed him over to Ansel. The look on his face was so loving that he felt as if he would lose his lunch at the sight. Funny on how that would make him vomit and not the sight of a woman giving birth.

A new scream reached his ears and he looked back at Krista with a look of greed.

The small baby girl became silent at once as the mediwitch handed her to Tom. Ansel had moved so that Krista could now hold Xenophilius, excluding Tom from them.

Krista smiled tiredly at Ansel and Xeno, and then her eyes went to Tom and Bellatrix. A dark aura emitted from the father and daughter and she felt it engulf her. Bella couldn't end up like her father. She couldn't allow that to happen.

She wouldn't allow that to happen.

Review Replies:

Honey Luna: Yay! Long review! I would give Ansel to you if I could, but I'm not sure if that's possible... But as of now, Ansel will continue to be Krista's. And would Tom actually kill Krista? Hmm, you should write a paper on that. ;) I LOVE CHOCOLATE!1!ONE!

valkirevixen: I find it amusing that I cry reading fanfiction, but not in 'sad' books. It's tough having one of those days, and I hope today is better! :) And yes, Ansel and Tom are what you say they are.

Dark Angel 792: Ansel's a sweetheart while Tom's a jerk. Krista has an odd taste in men, doesn't she?