Disclaimer: All J.K. Rowling's and associates.
Story: Voldemort is Harry's father.
Set after 4th book.
Spoilers: Books 1-4. Some from five but not really.
Warnings: I can't think right now.
Pairings: Don't know.
A/n: I'm so sorry the last chapter was so short! I'm just getting used to being in high school and things have been so hectic! Please forgive me! I promise to get them all longer. I've even set a rule for myself. All chapters must reach at least 40kb. That's good, right? Please don't hate me!

To Find Love
Chapter 16: How Many People Cried?

Harry was in pain but it seemed almost too good to miss the irony of the fact it was one of his…father's Death Eaters to have helped him. Harry asked over and over to be chained. He asked to be killed. But there was no request that involved harm to Harry that the Death Eater would say yes to. The more ironic part is that that Death Eater?

Was Rodolphus Lestrange.

Many a times he had asked Lestrange for the date, wondering if he was going to miss September 1st at this rate. Other times, he had asked Lestrange about his insane wife. He never answered the latter but the date and time was always available.

Then again, Harry had been acting all pessimistic lately. Since about the time when he found out about Voldemort being his father.

Harry blinked back tears as another wave of pain tore through him. Lestrange had kept throwing animals in the room for Harry to focus his power on but there was no way that Harry could keep going on just killing animals. His power was growing too big for that and Harry was sure that no matter what he did his power would grow to the extent where he could not even control one bit of it.

There were even periods where Harry would harm himself a little. That was a messy business and Lestrange definitely disapproved of it (which was funny considering who he was, whom he was married to and who his boss was). But it wasn't like he could do anything about it. When he was getting these waves of pain, his body would just function on its own. In his deluded and clouded mind, Harry wouldn't even notice his hands scratching at his own skin. He bled but it was barely noticed because the pain coming from his power had him in its grip first.

The door open and Lestrange appeared. In fact, he wore something akin to concern but Harry never trusted Death Eaters, even former ones and spies like Severus Snape. That man was most hated in Harry's world next to his father and Bellatrix Lestrange.

The man strode over to Harry and Harry felt himself be lifted up. "I'm sorry. But we must leave soon. This is no place to let your power run loose. We have many people after you. Since my disappearance from the Death Eater meetings, My Lord suspects me of your own disappearance. The Ministry has gained information that you have some kind of destructive knowledge of them that could bring Fudge out of office. Dumbledore and the others don't know about your power but they do want you back. We cannot stay here."

Harry nodded weakly and just stayed quiet. He didn't have the strength to talk.

Lestrange hurried even more. His footsteps almost broke out into a run. Harry didn't really have anything. Neither did Lestrange, it seemed. So they had nothing to bring with them. The worst part of it was that they hadn't had a shower and a brush up in a long time. It made it easier to travel.

So Lestrange set off, quicker, to a building that was abandoned. Harry almost lost his conscious but Lestrange kept him awake, saying it was not good for him to nod off like that.

That night, they stayed and slept in a cold warehouse on the floor before they had to move again.

"Jessica Norwins is pronounced dead.

"In a tragic accident, we find Miss Norwins at her home looking like she had died in her sleep. There has been no report on the cause of the death but it is accounted for that she was a healthy person and she was still young. She was not diagnosed with any terminal disease in the last 20 years and the last time she was seen she had looked fine to her colleagues.

There have been several cases like this, the most notable one being the Riddle case–"

Dr. Rhinestone had not felt this weary in all his ages. Which wasn't much because he wasn't really old. He was around Jessica's age.

Jessica had been a bright young, woman. She had enjoyed working there and she was always nice to everyone. She worked harder than most people and she always mourned the dead. She had a whole entire future waiting for her. But no more…

He wondered if Harry knew about what happened. Did they even have TVs in boarding school? He shrugged and decided to call Harry anyway. He needed to know if there was someone out there who could grieve with him.

"H-hello?" A soft voice answered. It sounded as if Harry was feeling weak at the moment.

"Harry? This is Dr. Rhinestone…Have you heard the news?"

"…No."

"Jessica –Jess…she's dead. I'll send you an email on the report but…I'd still like it if you could visit me and the others."

There was a sharp intake of breath and then nothing. He was going to speak again when Harry's voice croaked out, "Of course. I'll see you soon…"

There was a click and then a dial tone. Harry had hung up.

Dr. Rhinestone sighed. Things always had to be tough. There was never a time where things could be all right for than a day at the most. Sincerely, he felt as if the world should just collapse all around them. After all, so many bad things had been happening and sometimes there was just no use for a doctor. But then he rationalized that that was just crazy talk. He couldn't just give up on the world just because it seemed like the apocalypse was coming.

In any case, he was looking forward to seeing Harry again. And he was sure the others as well…

On the other side of the phone, Harry stayed staring at his phone for a long time. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing is never wrong when it comes to you." Silence. No come back.

"You'll find out when we've headed to the library. But first we need to take a good cleaning."

"I have no say?"

"No."

Lestrange shrugged and followed Harry. Lestrange watched as the boy limped and he rolled his eyes. Harry wouldn't ask him for help but Harry would always accept it. Might as well carry him.

Afterwards, Harry stayed quiet but it made Lestrange smirk to know that Harry was probably complaining in his head.

The town they were in was mostly deserted when they entered it and they wondered why that was. They headed towards the nearest house and found the door to be unlocked. Going inside, they went to the bedrooms and rummaged through to see if there were any clothes they could use. Finding some they headed to two different bathrooms. The one Harry was in had a bathtub and Harry grinned. He had never used a bathtub outside of that one time in Hogwarts and he heard it felt great. For that big one, yes it was true you can swim in it and whatever…but compared to a muggle one it had nothing. A muggle one was smaller and you could lay in it like one's bed. No fear of drowning as you fall asleep. And all those other glorious things…

Having had the water charmed by Lestrange from his bathroom to stay hot, Harry carefully climbed in. His sore muscles relaxed and he became tender. He hadn't felt this good in a long time. Or if at all. Considering whom he lived with…

After taking care of the necessities, Harry just relaxed and stayed in the tub. He wanted to take his time and enjoy something. And before the pain starts to act up again. Harry sighed and looked out the window. It was a nice day and the thought of why the neighborhood was abandoned filtered through his head. He'd asked Lestrange about his opinion on why later.

There was a loud knock on the door. "Potter! Hurry it up!"

"Knock it off! I want to try some time to myself!"

There was silence when…the door burst open and Lestrange walked in. "Hey!" Lestrange paid Harry no mind as he picked him up and wrapped a towel around him. Harry struggled but the other was not so inclined to pain. Years of serving Voldemort can do that to a person.

"You can have luxuries later. Now we have to get a move on. Or at least that was what I got from your reaction to your device." Suddenly, Harry remembered why he wanted to get cleaned up and why he wanted to just drown himself in that tub. He slid from Lestrange's grasp and went into a room to change quickly. His mood had turned somber fast.

"You smell like lavender vanilla." Lestrange's voice traveled through the wood.

They walked and walked until they were in town. They looked for a library and Harry quickly headed to the computers. Lestrange decided to just look around and look at books.

It was such a good thing that over the summer he had gotten an email address when he had moved into Jess' house.

Logging in, Harry went to for the one labeled "Urgent!" As he read, he began to get angry and his eyes were tearing up. Avada Kedavra. It had to be. And if there was anything he was surer of, it had to be the work of Death Eaters. A witness had said that all he had seen the night before when he was going to bed was green fireworks. He went in search of the man he went in with.

He found him in the New Age section…looking at a book of…Wiccans?

Sarcastically, Harry said, "It's a wonder why they have to get all these magical properties for their spells." Lestrange ignored him. The older man knew that Harry was partially in a bad mood.

"You know, this is a very interesting book. Funny how some muggles attempt to do magic. This really does amuse me." Harry grunted and looked off to the side. He was going to look back at Lestrange when something caught his eye. He gravitated towards it and reached out. It was like it was calling to him. He grabbed it and stared. Nothing was on the cover except two symbols. An eternity sign and the number sign of power. He traced the side eight and then the enlarged four in the background of the eternity sign.

"Hey. Are you alright?" Harry looked up to see a concerned face. He hadn't even noticed that he had been staring at the book for a long time. But if Harry could see his own face right now, the way Lestrange could see it, then he would have described it as blank and dazed at the same time. His eyes may have been focused but…

"Ah, yeah. Just…a little tired. You want that book?" The amused glint came back into the older's eyes. Lestrange nodded and smirked. Harry didn't even want to try to question it at the moment. Harry grabbed it and didn't notice he was still holding onto that book. As soon as Harry got to the self-checking out machine, he noticed that he did indeed have that weird book with m also. He pondered on whether to check it out or not. Why not.

He did the Wicca book first and then tried to locate a label on the other one. Strange. There was none anywhere. But Harry couldn't seem to want to put it back. He stared and realized that he could just take it. The sensors couldn't sense it since it had no label at all. Harry took both books and walked out of the building where Lestrange had said he would wait.

Handing the Wicca book to Lestrange, Harry felt compelled to hold onto his own book very tightly. "What was the Death Eaters plans for the past month?" Harry said tightly, remembering.

Lestrange stopped walked and face Harry who had not moved from his spot just near the library's doors. "Why?"

"…One of my friends was killed. Jessica Norwins. And I have a feeling there's a reason why the neighborhood we were in was empty."

"The neighborhood had been done at least two weeks before I "kidnapped" you. Norwins just this past week. Emptying the neighborhood of life had been just Death Eater fun but Norwins was personal. She had accidentally discovered a little Death Eater meeting between the ones there after we had just cleaned out that neighborhood and she had gotten away. Looks like they finally got her, after she had been successful of keeping away for nearly four weeks. "

Four weeks…four weeks ago he had been safe and sound in Hogwarts when someone he cared about had stumbled onto a Death Eater meeting. Two weeks after that he was taken by Lestrange. Another two weeks had passed and she was dead. He was at the library doing nothing. He couldn't even grieve properly.

"That Death Eater meeting between the others and I was the last one I went to. Two weeks went by without your father calling us. I found you and I didn't go to the next and then the next Death Eater meeting. Meetings have gone by and I have yet to leave your side. I won't unless you ask me too."

Harry felt weak. His knees buckled and he slid to the ground. He looked up pitifully from the ground at Lestrange. "Ju-just stay with me please."

He couldn't get to Hogwarts. He couldn't navigate his way around London. There was no one else.

There was nowhere for him to go.

A/n: All right everyone! Once I've finally gotten settled to some new things, I'll just be giving out group thank yous! And everyone, I really do thank you for reading this. And I hope that this new chapter is long enough and good enough for you all. Cheers and hoped everyone had a good holiday!

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