The love of a child

Chapter twenty eight – Where good and evil compromise

Harry had sent a letter ahead to Severus, locket included so that he would be expected and not killed upon first sight. He knew that Sev would take it straight to his master without question.

Harry was currently was stealthily making his way towards Riddle manor however he wasn't alone has he had first hoped he might be. Draco had caught him sneaking out of the castle and insisted upon accompanying him on what he called his 'suicide mission.' Harry had countered this with 'do you really think I'd be going if I didn't think I'd be coming home.'

However saying such things don't necessarily mean that he meant what he said. He knew that there was a very real possibility that he wouldn't be coming back, he didn't like to think like this so he pushed these disturbing thoughts to the back of his mind and thought instead about the three little girls that had been sleeping so peacefully when he had left, who had no idea what their daddy was up to.

They entered through the back way, the ancient door creaked as it opened but they were expected so what did it matter. The kitchen was in state that was beyond repair, al sorts of wildlife was growing in here, clearly the deatheaters ordered out a lot.

They made their way through the rotting house that appeared as if it were going to fall down at any moment, however when they reached what appeared to be the sitting room it was rather…cosy. This was something that he had never associated with Voldermort but he knew the image would never fade now that he had seen it. The room however was empty but the fire was going and the two of them were rather cold after being outside.

Now I know what your thinking, here's Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy in Voldermorts lair and they're planning on sitting down and perhaps ordering some tea from a house elf, but could you blame them, they knew they wouldn't be killed as they had something that Voldermort wanted, he would never get it if he killed them.

They had just entered when a masked deatheater entered, through the slits in his hood Harry could tell who it was but they didn't have time for the Malfoy family reunion. "Tell your master we're here." Harry demanded off him. The deatheater turned and left.

"Please tell me that wasn't my father."

"If I did I'd be lying to you." Harry said, he didn't want to sit down, he wanted to be ready for whatever Voldermort had planed for them. What he didn't expect was for the Dark Lord to return with only one man…his man…Severus.

Harry watched as his husband shut the double doors that led into the sitting room and stood by his masters…comfy chair? What happened to throne?

"I presume you are here to offer me a trade." He said in a voice that was pained and not his usual evil drawling tone.

"No, I respect your daughter too much to do that, what I want is my husband to come back to his family."

"And all I want is my daughter, I knew the old fool was dead, that was why I sent out some of my more trusted deatheaters who would not ask questions as to the reason why I needed them to do something, I needed your help."

"My help" then realisation hit him "you couldn't search for her yourself so you got me to do it because you knew that she'd trust me if I came to her door."

"Partly yes, I believe we share a gift, one that I did not pass on to you but that we both have naturally, the gift of foresight. I knew that you would come here not to kill me but inform about my daughter."

"I don't have the gift of foresight." Harry said confused, you'd be confused as well if you were having an almost civil conversation with the most feared wizard in the wizarding world, the same man that had killed your parents and trying to kill you since you were a baby.

"That is because you have not nurtured it, but believe me it is there, now I know my actions are inexcusable but…"

"That's a bit of an understatement isn't it? How many people have you murdered?"

"Countless, I admit it was wrong, but I was angry, I knew Dumbledore was the one to separate my family, so I set about killing those closest to him, I had heard nothing of that stupid prophecy that had been made."

"You think that excuses what you did, you killed my parents, I had to grow up like a house elf and my bedroom was a cupboard, do you really think that I would want to help reunite you with your daughter?"

"I knew that you would be angry but as long as I get to see my daughter for perhaps an hour or two I will go to the ministry of magic and give myself up."

"Excuse me…did I just hear…" Draco said flabbergasted, you would be too if you had just heard that from Lord Voldermort.

"How about this, three hours with your daughter and grandchild, you remove whatever you have keeping my husband bound to you and myself and him will escort you to the Ministry ourselves."

"I have a grandchild, but she's only…"

"She's my age and I have three."

"But you're only twenty one."

"When your life is in constant danger you grow up fast, I have bared a fully grown wizards burdens since I was the age of eleven, at least I can't hate every aspect of you. Tomorrow I'll come back with Leontyne and Molly, until then do you think you could give me back my husband?"

"I can't reverse the magic, you have to reach the goodness within."

"Severus honey, can I have a word." Sev at once turned to his master to see if it was alright for him to do so. Voldermort nodded. They went into the wreck of a kitchen leaving Voldermort and Draco alone.

Ok next chapter the big talk between Sev and Harry, don't worry nothing is doing to happen to Draco but he couldn't very well go and listen in on a very personal talk now could he. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review xxx.