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Another update! Aren't you proud? Well, I'm trying to make the chapters longer, but it's kind of hard, but like I said, I'll try, just for you great reviewers.

By the way, El Corazon Sangriento, I don't think it's a bad thing to become fond of Voldemort, he is, after all, just misunderstood. Well… in this story he is anyway!

Chapter 5 – Super baby?

After looking around the now quiet house, Voldemort hoped that Harry had fallen asleep. Silently, as to not wake him if he was asleep, he crept up the stairs. He was almost to the top when…

The phone rang. 'DAMN!' Voldemort turned back around to go back downstairs, when he slipped on a toy – presumably Harry's, and fell down the stairs with a girlish scream.

Meanwhile…

At a small restaurant, just half an hour away from the Potter's house, sat Lily and James. They had been there for an hour, still waiting to be served.

"James, I'm going to phone home."

"Phone home? I thought only E.T could phone home."

"James, you are such an idiot, why the hell did I marry you?"

"Because of my boyish good charms?"

"Whatever, I just want to find out how Harry is."

James looked up at this, with a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

"Who, dear?"

Lily groaned and banged her head on the table. She then looked up at James and said through gritted teeth.

"Harry, James, is our son."

"…" James stared at her with a blank look.

Lily sighed. "You know, the kid?"

"Oh yeah! Well go on then, but don't be long, I don't want to look like a looser sitting here on my own."

"Fine." Lily stood up and went to the nearest pay phone, rang the house, and waited for Voldemort to answer.

Back at the house…

Voldemort had managed to drag himself over to the phone. His thoughts were bitter: 'Stupid house, stupid toys, STUPID EVERYTHING!' But as he picked up the phone…

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?"

…his voice was also the same.

"Er, it'd Lily, I'm just checking up, did I catch you at a bad time?"

Voldemort rolled his eyes, and replied sarcastically, "Oh, of course you didn't, I was just relaxing. Well, Harry's asleep, and I've had no trouble from him at all, so don't you worry, I have everything under control."

The sarcasm, though, went unnoticed by Lily. "Oh really? That's great! I was so worried, but now I feel so much better, thank you! I'll be able to enjoy my night out now, bye!"

"No, wait!" But it was too late, Lily had already hung up. 'OH! Curse me, and my sarcastic nature! Now I'm stuck here until they come home, and where the hell is that baby?'

Voldemort stood up, and crept back up the stairs, avoiding objects that would cause him to fall over again. He made it to Harry's room, and looked in.

There was a figure in the crib, which looked like Harry, though he wasn't sure. He walked over to the crib, and peered inside. 'Ok, either this baby is an expert at holding its breath, or he's dead… oh shit!' He shook Harry slightly, and he rolled over to face Voldemort. 'Oh, good, it's just a doll… wait, where's Harry?'

As Voldemort went to leave the room in search of Harry, he stopped as he heard noises coming from the roof. 'OH, COME ON! He's a baby for crying out loud!' He ran over to the open window and stuck his head out. Sure enough, there was Harry looking down at him, once again.

'How do I get up there? How did he get up the.. ooh look, a ladder!' Voldemort climbed out the window, and onto the ladder. When he got onto the roof, he finally saw him. He walked over to him slowly, trying not to startle him.

"Er, come on Harry, come to uncle Voldie, and I'll let you have all the sweets you want!"

Harry just looked at him and laughed. 'What an idiot! Sweets? Yeah, right, I don't even have teeth yet.'

Voldemort was closer now, and he was able to pick him up. "Good, now lets get you back to bed, where you will stay for the rest of the night."

As soon as Voldemort put Harry back in his crib, he quickly closed the window and locked it. He then walked out the room, and since there was no lock on the door, he propped a chair up against the handle.

He put his ear on the door and was satisfied when he heard light snores coming from the other side. 'Finally now I can relax.' But Voldemort was feeling slightly curious, and decided to snoop around. He went into James and Lily's room, and looked through their things.

He found some disturbing things in there. The most disturbing being the photographs he found of James dressed up in Lily's clothes. That was just plain creepy, so he decided the best thing to do was to watch T.V and touch NOTHING.

He looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly 11. When the hell these people were coming home he didn't know, but he hoped it was soon, he didn't know how much more he could take. 'Well at least the kid is in his room, and there is no way he's getting out.'

He had started to feel tired and he decided to have a well-deserved sleep. Well, he had only been out for 10 minutes when he was awake and staring into a pair of green eyes…

Well, I hope that's a little longer, I would have written more, but I thought it would be better to leave it there, for now anyway. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, and if you have any suggestions on how to make it better, then let me know, in a review, hint, hint :p Well, till next time, and don't worry, Harry is going to torture Voldie some more!