-1Yet another chapter. Read and Review, please.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lulu wandered down the dungeon halls looking for Severus. As she walked she heard soft sobbing. She looked around for the source of the noise, finally coming across a long abandoned class room. She unlocked the door and crept in. She looked around the room but saw no body. Her eyes landed on a faint brown aura. She walked over to it, and reached out. Her fingers touched a warm body. She gently pulled off the invisibility cloak to revel Harry Potter, sobbing. He looked up at her and scrambled back.

"How did you find me?" He asked.

"Never mind that." She breathed, kneeling down next to him. She took him gently in her arms, cradling him to her. "Why do you cry, child?" she asked. He jerked away.

"Why do you care, Death Eater?" He spat. Lulu stared at him blankly.

"I am not a Death Eater." She said.

"Yes you are!" He cried. "And you're fellow Death Eaters killed my Godfather!" Lulu sat there, staring at him.

"I am sorry." She said.

"What?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"I am sorry that a Death Eater killed your Godfather." She told him.

"But it was one…"he began.

"No it wasn't." She interrupted. "I am not a Death Eater." He watched her, ignoring the tears streaming down his face. Lulu pulled out a linen hanky and dabbed at his cheeks. He seemed surprised by this motherly gesture, allowing her to dab his tears and stroke his hair. Her breast were soft and warm when he laid his head on them and her arms seemed like a comforting blanket. The sound of her heart beat gently lulled him to relax.

"You upset Draco." She said softly.

"I know." Harry replied.

"He loves you." She said,

"I know." He repeated.

"Do you love him?"

"I don't know."

"He loves you, deeply."

"I know. He told me." Lulu let go of Harry and stood up.

"Do you know," she asked, "What my first impression of Draco was?" Harry shook his head.

"My first impression of Draco Lucius Malfoy, was that he was a lonely boy, who had no one to depend on but himself. My first impression of him, was that he grew up without a mother. That he never knew the warmth of a gentle touch and gentle words. My first impression was that, he wanted to love and be loved in return." She turned to him. "Do you know why this is?" Again Harry responded 'no'.

"When I first met him I was sitting in the Slytherin common rooms, with my friends. He walked up to me and told me I was not suppose to be there. This gave me the impression that something upset him and he felt the need to vent. I asked him what his name was, he told me in a very haughty voice. This told me that he was someone who had it ingrained in him he was above the rest. I pulled him into my lap and asked him what had upset him. He told me it was none of my business. This told me that he was more than used to bottling his feelings away. I convinced him to tell me what his problem was. He told me he was angry with you. You refused to be his friend and to add insult to injury, you were the youngest seeker in a century. Do you know what I derived from this?"

"That he's a prat?" Harry asked.

"No. That he was jealous. Jealous that you, who where suppose to be good and true, didn't find him worthy to be your friend."

"But I never thought that!"

"Ah, but he did. To him, you did not find him good enough to be your friend. Then, since you were the youngest seeker in a century, you would be fawned over and loved. He wanted that. He wasn't fawned over and loved, he was feared and hated. Then he leaned on me and cried, and he did it so tensely, so quietly, it was if he had never done it before." Harry looked at her and sighed.

-----------------------------------------------------

Voldemort sat up in bed and walked over to Roland's crib. Roland looked up and giggled as his father swooped down at took him in his arms.

"How's my boy?" Voldemort asked. Roland gurgled and waved his hands.

"Are you going to be a great wizard?" Voldemort asked the child. Roland just giggled and grabbed a lock of Voldemort's hair.

"Do you want to know something?" He asked. Roland tilted his head to the side, indicating that, yes, he wanted to know whatever it was his father had to tell him.

"I love you." Voldemort whispered, kissing Roland's soft forehead. Roland giggled again, pursing his lips and blowing a spit bubble. Voldemort chuckled and nuzzled his child's cheek, whispering loving words to him. He had never been filled with such love, such emotion. He had never in his wildest dreams thought he would feel this way for another human being. Having Roland increased his love for the girls as well. They were his life, and without them he would die. It was the one and only time he contemplated his death. What would happen if that Potter brat actually killed him? What would happen to the girls and his son? He would write a will. He would make sure they did not go to Azkaban. Those girls would not be at any raids, the Ministry would have no reason to send his girls to Azkaban. None. He loved them too much. And he loved Roland to much to allow him to be separated from his mothers.

Roland chose at that moment to get his father's attention by screaming. Voldemort bounced Roland a little, checked his diaper, sung to him. Finally Lulu came up behind him, silently took Roland and guided his mouth to her nipple. Immediately Roland began to suckle and Voldemort smiled.

"All that noise, and all he wanted was a drink." He said. Lulu nodded with a yawn. "How did you know that's what he wanted?"

"By his cry." Lulu said, stifling another yawn. "His cry was more husky, and desperate." Voldemort nodded and stroked Roland's hair as he fed. Lulu yawned again and handed Roland back to Voldemort before crawling back into the bed. Voldemort shook his head smiling and laid Roland over his shoulder, burping him gently. Such a tiny and delicate thing this child was. Roland belched loudly then yawned and snuggled into Voldemort's broad chest, closing his tiny blue eyes and drifting off. The Dark Lord placed him carefully back into his crib before joining the girls in bed.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Severus chuckled as Roland got a death grip on a lock of his jet black hair and pulled with all his little might.

"Oh Roland!" Cried Jael, prying his fingers from the Potions Master's locks. Severus chuckled again and let Jael tie his hair back.

"Ever since he learnt to grab things we can't wear earrings or necklaces." Felina said.

"And we have to pull our hair back." Lulu added. Severus smiled at them.

"He is beautiful." He told them. They all three beamed with pride and sat down, content to watch Severus interact with Roland.

"So, what is it you wanted to tell us?" Jael asked.

"I am currently helping Voldemort write his Will." Severus said.

"What?" The three cried out.

"Why?" asked Felina.

"Yes, what does he need a will for?" Lulu inquired.

"He wants to make sure you girls and Roland are taken care of." Severus said. The girls looked touched.

"But, why now?" Asked Jael

"He's always been so sure he would win." Lulu added.

"What changed?" Felina finished. Severus shrugged.

"I don't know." He told them. The girls looked at each other then back at Severus.

"What does the will say?" They all three asked.

"I can not tell you that." He replied.

------------------------------------------------------------

Meanwhile, back at Hogwarts, Draco chased Harry to the Quidditch Pitch.

"Leave me alone, Malfoy!" Harry tossed over his shoulder.

"Not until you talk to me!" Draco said.

"I've nothing to say to you!" Harry replied, walking faster.

"Bullshit!" Draco snapped, jogging after Harry. Harry started off on a dead run but Draco grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Let go." Harry said, pulling at his arm. Draco tightened his hold.

"Never." Draco whispered, pulling Harry to him and holding him.

"Stop it." Harry Demanded.

"I love you." Draco breathed in his ear. Harry shivered and tried to get away again. "Don't fight me."

"Let go."

"No."

"Yes!"

"Shut up."

"Make me!"

"Alright." And with that, Draco pressed his lips to Harry's, kissing him deeply. Harry pushed him away finally and turned to run again.

"I thought you wanted me to be your boyfriend." Draco said. Harry paused. "Was that a lie?"

"It doesn't matter."

"But it does." Draco grabbed Harry and pulled him under one of the stands, using the tarp to hide them. Draco's large hands moved up Harry's shirt, ghosting over his stomach and collar bone. Harry shivered.

"No," He breathed, "You're a Death Eater." Draco smirked and kissed Harry gently.

"I am a lot of things." Harry frowned and struggled again. Draco moaned and nipped at Harry's neck.

"Stop fighting. Do what you want. What you really want." Harry stopped.

"Why? When what I want isn't right."

"It's right for you. What other reason do you need?" Harry turned in Draco's arms to face him. Silver eyes watched him intently, searching his soul for an answer. Harry leaned against Draco, going limp in his arms.

"Alright."

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Voldemort sat in his study, reading a Dark Arts book and smoking a cigarette. The house was quiet, the girls where off somewhere with Roland, a Death Eater meeting had just ended and Voldemort was relaxing. Suddenly, from outside he heard the girls laughing and trying to open the door. He smirked and sat back, waiting for them. Finally Jael pried to door open and the three came in.

"Oh, husband!" Felina cried, "You must see this!" Lulu stepped forward and set Roland on the floor on his feet.

"Walk to Daddy." She said. Roland giggled and pulled out of Lulu's grip. He staggered towards Voldemort, stumbling and falling, but picking himself up and continuing on his way. Finally he reached Voldemort and held his arms up.

"Daddy!" He cried. Voldemort swooped him up and showered his face with kisses.

"Oh, my boy! My boy can walk!" He said. The girls laughed and clapped their hands.

"When did you discover this?" He asked.

"Ten minutes ago." Jael said.

"He was whining, and I told him one minute while I got his blanket. When I turned around he was staggering over to me!" Lulu squealed, "Isn't it wonderful, Husband?" Voldemort bounced Roland and nodded.

"Amazing! He is truly a brilliant child." The Dark Lord commented. Lulu ran and swooped Roland up in her arms, showering his tiny faces with kisses. Voldemort chuckled and took Roland from her.

"Who am I, Roland?" He asked.

"Daddy!" The child cried.

"And who is that?" He asked, pointing to Lulu.

"Mommy!" Roland cried out.

"And Who's that?" he asked , pointing to Jael.

"Aunty! Aunty!" He squealed.

"And that?" Voldemort pointed to Felina.

"Aunty! Aunty!" the child yelled. Voldemort kissed Roland's Head.

"That's a smart boy." He said. Roland preened at his fathers praise and scampered down, staggering over to grab his wand.

"No, no!" Voldemort said, snatching the wand up. "You don't play with Daddy's wand." Roland pouted, but soon his attention was changed to his father's hair. Voldemort smiled as Roland pulled and tugged at the long strands, using them to pull himself up and plant a wet kiss on Voldemort's cheek.

"Daddy." He cooed, snuggling into Voldemort's broad chest.

"Roland." Voldemort cooed back, holding the child tightly. Lulu slid onto the desk while Jael sat on the arm of the chair and Felina leaned on the back of the chair.

"I love you, Roland." Voldemort said.

"I…wuuuv ooo, Daddy!" Roland said. They all cooed and fawned over him and his adorable attempt at talking.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"We attack tonight." Voldemort told his Death Eater's. "The battle will be bloody but we shall come out victorious!" The Death Eater's cheered and moved to Apparate.

"Take no prisoners, but leave Harry Potter to me!" Voldemort cried.

"Husband, wait!" Lulu cried.

"What?" He asked.

"What if you do not return?" Felina asked.

"Please don't go!" Jael begged.

"I must." He said, pulling away from them. "Don't worry, this will all be over soon and we can be happy together.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A loud crash of thunder shook the Riddle Manor. Roland screamed and cried for his Father.

Voldemort laughed as an Auror burst and splattered blood everywhere. Blood stained his robes and face, but he moved on, on towards Harry Potter.

Lulu cradled Roland against her breast, trying to sooth him, trying to calm him, but nothing would do. Nothing would work.

Harry turned to face Voldemort, blood racing through his veins. He pointed his wand at The Dark Lord. Voldemort raised his wand as well, grinning.

"It end's here, Harry Potter." He said.

"Fuck you." Harry Spat.

Draco raced across the field towards Harry, he didn't want Voldemort to kill him. He wanted Harry to be his, and only his. Maybe if he got there in time.

Roland shrieked as another crack of Thunder lit up the night Sky. Jael moved over to his and stroked his hair while Lulu bounced him.

"Hush." Jael cooed, "Hush, Roland."

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Harry cried, but Voldemort deflected it.

"Idiot Boy!" He said. "Do not speak your spells, think them! And keep your mind closed!"

"Shut up!" Harry cried.

Draco was close to Harry now. Very close.

"No!" He cried as Voldemort raised his wand.

"Goodbye, Harry Potter!" Voldemort said, flicking his wrist. "Avada Kedavra!"

Roland screamed again, as the last of the thunder died down. Then the house grew cold and quiet.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Oooooooo, what happened! Oh me oh my! Review and I might tell you……or I could just leave you hanging. Muwahahahahahahahaha.