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Darkness.

Pain.

Kill me.

Silence.

Why won't anyone just kill me?

Harry sat alone within the shadows of his cell. No light filtered into his darkness, no windows to look out. He was a prisoner after all; luxuries weren't something he was expecting.

Why hadn't he ever questioned the way James looked? He didn't look anything like Draco, and the eyes.

The eyes should have told him.

Harry stared in dull fascination at the cracks within the cell wall. Vaguely his mind replayed his meeting from two weeks ago.

"Very funny Tom." Harry replied flatly. "But I distinctly remember my rapist to be that prick beside you."

"Oh yes." Voldemort replied maliciously. "It was Draco's body which took your innocence, but not his mind."

"You used Imperius on him?" Harry frowned. "What, did little Draco not want to follow his lord's orders?"

Draco smirked in return. "I already told you that the child isn't mine. I am loyal to my lord."

What are they getting at? Harry's brow furrowed.

"Polyjuice." Voldemort informed with vicious glee.

Harry felt his blood run cold and his heart stop. Polyjuice His mind was beginning to go into shock.

"Yes." Voldemort informed darkly as Harry remained silent. "You were so delicious Potter, I could feel that you enjoyed it and wanted more. Isn't that right you little slut."

Harry found himself and scowled in disgust. "Y-you dirty pervert!" He cried. "You had to change yourself into that?" He pointed toward Draco.

"Well excuse me Potter." Draco snorted.

"Silence Draco." Voldemort said shortly.

"I'm sorry my lord." Draco bowed.

Voldemort waved his hand dismissively.

Harry tangled his quaking hands through his hair, trying to find a reasonable explanation to this new information.

He wasn't going to believe something like that so quickly.

"How could you have possibly gotten past the wards?" He demanded.

A cold grin glared down at him. "I have my own spies Potter. Severus for instance, was very helpful."

Harry felt his throat close in a painful hold. "Snape helped you past the wards of Hogwarts." He repeated.

"That's not all Potter, he also supplied both potions I would need. The Polyjuice and Conception potion." The Dark Lord replied with venom.

Harry stiffened. "Conception potion?"

Voldemort chuckled deeply. "Of course, you couldn't possibly think that male wizards could become pregnant did you?"

Draco sneered. "I think he did."

Can't get pregnant? The thought was drifting away from him and Harry tried to grasp onto his sanity. But…everyone told me…

"I think that is enough conversation for one day." Voldemort broke into his thoughts. "I have spoken to you for far too long and I'm sure your disfigurement his paining you."

Disfigurement? Oh, he must mean my scar Harry thought dully, and, after thinking about it, he had to admit that the pain was still there though not as much. My mind is too numb right now.

"Draco, why don't you take Harry to his new quarters, I'm sure he would like to rest after such a tasking day." Voldemort commented.

Draco bowed. "Of course my lord."

The blonde moved forward once more and roughly took Harry's upper arm in his grasp, lifting him to his feet.

"I will allow you to see our son in the near future Harry." Voldemort called as he was dragged away.

And so he sat amongst the grimy stones of the Dark Lord's dungeon, just another prisoner in the expanding darkness, left to dwell on Voldemort's words.

"I will allow you to see our son in the near future Harry."

Our son.

Tears leaked from Harry's eyes as he sat in solitude.

His son, his baby, had His blood running through his veins.

That creature had stolen the only love he had had for James. He had thought that a child of rape would be disgusting enough. But to be the son of that creature, it wasn't worth dwelling on.

Everything was falling into place, now that all the clues were out in the open Harry could see the betrayal at every turn.

Everyone had lied.

The so called "healer" that Harry had visited.

"Your wizard blood enables you to bear young…you mean you didn't know?"

He had proved to be a loyal Death Eater.

All the odds and ends had been dealt with to halt Harry's suspicion. How was he to know male wizards couldn't actually become pregnant?

Not without a potion that is.

And a powerful potion it would have to be. Now where could Draco possibly obtain such a thing?

That's right, from that bastard Snape.

So stupid Harry, you let him into your heart and then you were betrayed like the fool you are.

Even his friends were in on this intricate scheme! Hermione and Ron, their betrayal left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Death Eaters. Both of them. Bloody hell, what happened to their Gryffindor pride?

"Harry, we have been shown the error in our ways." Hermione smiled as she hovered over Harry in her Death Eater robes.

"Yeah mate." Ron's eyes glowed strangely behind his mask. "Give in before it's too late, you can still be saved like we were."

Who would have thought that a mudblood would be accepted into the ranks of the Death Eaters.

He didn't blame them as much as he should, but that was only because he had sensed an Obliviate on their minds. Probably making them forget the hate they had once held for Voldemort.

Harry scowled at the name. The wizard who single-handedly destroyed his life.

There was no one to protect him now.

Not even Dumbledore.

It seemed that Dumbledore hadn't been himself for many years.

Merlin. Harry thought with distaste. Those fucking lemon drops were probably laced with Polyjuice.

Yes, the bright eyed man had proven to be a Death Eater in disguise, one of Voldemort's spies. Apparently the real Albus Dumbledore had recently been killed by an overdose of Crucio.

Tom really has to find a better hobby then torturing people. Harry thought distractedly.

The wizard's death was not a large part of Voldemort's "master plan" though and didn't hinder him at all. It was simply revenge for a childhood of abuse and neglect that Dumbledore had the power to prevent.

The Polyjuice was no longer needed now that Harry was Voldemort's prisoner. So Dumbledore had been sacrificed for the cause.

Harry idly ran a dirtied hand through his greasy locks. The only water he received was once a day and he didn't have time to waste it on something so useless as washing.

He wasn't trying to impress anyone, and in his current environment there was no point in being clean since there was a slick slim coating every solid surface.

As Harry sat in his shadowed corner he didn't hear the cell's door open, nor did he sense the other wizard's presence until a rough hand grabbed his arm.

His eyes widened and he reflexively began to struggle. "Get your fucking hands off me!" He screamed as he was dragged into the dim torchlight of the hall.

"Calm down Potter." Draco growled in distaste. "You're so disgusting and you smell." He griped.

Harry relaxed minutely, shoulders still tensed. "Well I didn't have much of choice when it came to bathing, now did I Malfoy?" He retorted.

"Probably not, but it doesn't matter, the Dark Lord has requested a meeting with you." He informed crisply.

The soiled boy allowed the blonde to drag him through the dungeon at a swift pace. "Voldemort wants to talk to me?" He asked incredulously.

He smiled as Draco flinched at his master's name.

"I don't understand it myself Potter." He hissed through clenched teeth, his hold tightening.

Harry sighed. "Why the hell does he need to torment me, why doesn't he kill me already?" He mused aloud.

Draco smirked as they were surrounded by a more normal light; he then began to lead Harry toward Voldemort's personal chambers undoubtedly.

They stopped before a large door and Harry felt his heart clench as he heard the light giggle of a small child.

"Because your son wants to see you."

Author: Bwhahahaha!

-Red