Warnings:

Oocness, mentions of rape, Slash, FemSlash, major character death (maybe), Light!Bashing (slight), Godmother!Bellatrix. Powerful!Harry.

DH and HBP spoiler alerts.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Harry Potter, it belongs to the amazing author J.K. Rowling and I thank her for allowing us to write fanfictions of her original work as long as it is solely for fun and we are not making any profits on it.

Commentary:

Don't be a coward.

Ramblings:

To a certain acc that disabled private messaging hmm, if you want to post such an angry review please don't disable your pm. Please remember that Bellatrix is crazy, mad, demented bitch. She NEVER make sense.

Yes, I don't mind flames ^3^ but please don't be a coward and login into your account and enable your private messaging. Otherwise, you are just another coward that is taking away the precious natural resources in the world.

Pairings:

Voldemort/Harry, ?/Harry, Fred/Blaise, George/Draco, Ron/Theodore, Luna/Pansy, Cedric/Rodolphus, Hermione/Rabastan

(only non-canon are listed)

Word Count:

5'247

"So what were you doing before Pott– I mean, Harry? Merlin, this needs some time to get used to." Theodore said, shaking his head to himself.

Harry's reaction to that was given in the form of a small smile. He has a feeling that the starting of this tentative friendship will be just fine as time goes on. "I was rudely woken up by the mad bitch, Bellatrix Lestrange and her two cronies." He sighed dramatically.

"Careful, you don't want her to hear you say that about her." Theo hushed, his eyes flitting about worriedly. Lips tight in anticipation of any dangerous curses or hexes flying their way.

Harry waved the worry away. "The younger Lestrange brother called her a crazy bitch in front of her just this morning and she acted like it was nothing more than a nickname."

"Well, the man is her husband's younger brother though." Theo pointed out the obvious.

Harry smiled again but this time he simply shrugged on continued walking down the hallway, going to the unused wing of the manor to begin his cleaning for the day. Though he needed to go back to his room for a moment and it was on the way anyway. Theo kept himself from saying anymore despite feeling dissatisfied from Harry's non-reply to his statement. He took note of where they were heading, no wonder he had to wait so long for Po– Harry to get to the Dark Lord from when he was first summoned; he was informed and escorted by a house elf. When he arrived, the Dark Lord was just ordering the Lestrange trio to get the Potter brat.

"Potty~" Bellatrix skipped towards Harry when she noticed him walking in to his quarters. After being dismissed by the Dark Lord she had wandered around and played a hide and seek game with the Lestrange brothers because being tailed everywhere, all the time, was not fun. So she had taken to running and hiding until finally she collapsed on Harry's bed as she waits for her little godson from his meeting with the Dark Lord.

'Did she just call Harry 'Potty'?' Theo hold back a laugh but a snicker still managed to escaped from his lips which earned a pouting glare from Harry, not at all threatening.

"What are you doing in my room?" Harry asked the female incredulously.

Surprising Theo at the lack of venom in his voice, everyone, well Death Eaters, knows Bellatrix Lestrange had killed her own cousin, Sirius Black, during the raid at the Ministry. She had been rather vocal about how she had finally avenged her 'Reggy.'

"Mummy wants to show Potty around the forest but of course still under My Lord's wards. He'd be mad if I take you out further." She pouted, her eyes looking at the ceiling, like a child sulking and complaining to a friend about not getting what he or she wants.

Theo's brown eyes widened at what he was hearing. Sure the nickname 'Potty' was a surprise and hilarious but Bellatrix calling herself 'Mummy?' Harry's mummy? He was unsure what to make up of that information. He careful observed Harry's reaction or lack thereof. Although after a second there was a hint of discomfort but no contempt or hatred towards the right hand of the Dark Lord. Though first thing first, he may be scared of her but he was certainly more fearful of the Dark Lord's wrath for managing to disobey direct order from just on the first day.

"The Dark Lord has ordered me to be by Harry's side of all times and as such I think it would–" Theo started to say, wanting to suggest for Harry to just stay indoors. That would make his job five times easier than traversing the forest outside of the Slytherin manor which was rumoured to be more dangerous, and more abundant, than the Forbidden Forest.

Bellatrix though cut him off rather quickly. "You talk too much, you come too." She focused back on Harry with her crazed smile. Straightening out imaginary wrinkles on the old tattered robe that her baby boy was wearing. "Ready Potty~?"

"Where are we going?" Harry asked cautiously. He had thought over some of the things she had told him, the letter, the memories and how he felt about everything. "And why?" He had finally decided to just go along and see what happens first.

"Tch tch, Potty. I told you the forest!" She sighed dramatically, the wand that was previously in her hand was back in its holster. Taking hold of both boys' wrist, she dragged them out of the room happily, skipping in her steps. "Cissy needed some potion ingredients and I decided to help! You will help to Potty, spend some time with mummy."

Harry could only sigh and let himself be dragged away. Not like spending cleaning a dusty room after another until the end of the day was preferable over an exciting afternoon in a dangerous forest. He was after all still a Gryffindor.

At first glance, it was almost similar to the Forbidden Forest but as soon as they stepped under the shadows casted by the forest, there was a change in the air pressure around them. Even the smell was different. As if they had stepped into a portal and appeared in a completely different place. Harry could see nothing but tress, grass and other lush greeneries yet he could feel dozens of eyes on him. He bit his lower lips.

"Is it just me or is something watching us?"

"Not just you, though I do wish." Theo gulped.

Bellatrix laughed, her laughter ringing through the forest and for a moment the forest iitself seemed to stir. "Welcome to the Mystique Forest, Salazar Slytherin's personal garden fortress." She grinned, stepping up in front of them with her arms spread out. "Now," She turned to look at both boys she had dragged with her. "You both up for an adventure?"

It was a question, but they both know there is only one answer that she wants to hear.

They were running, all three of them. Theodore was cursing under his breath. Bellatrix was laughing maniacally as she ran behind both of them; shooting spells to some creature chasing them. Harry was just concern about his baby. So, they ran and ran. And ran. Until they managed to lose them by hiding under an ancient tree's roots that gave a small opening under it.

The Acromantulas roamed around the area. Harry and Theo hold their breaths as they hoped for the best, Theo looking grimmer than the Gryffindor whom was enjoying the thrill of the situation. A beautiful shrill echoed through the forest and caught the attention of the Acromantulas. Harry watched with fascination and curiosity as they crawled away fast to where the shrill came from.

"Okay, they're going away now!" Bellatrix clapped her hand happily, her mouth split into a wide grin. "Let's continue, shall we?" It was a question that expects no answer. She crawled out first, followed by Theo and lastly Harry.

"I hope that you know where we are. Merlin forbid we actually passed the wards and incurred the Dark Lord's wrath." Theo tried to glare at crazy woman that had dragged them to dangerous forest.

Bellatrix turned his head around, her expression dead bored. She bends her upper torso slightly to one side, her lips parting. Giving her the air of the infamous demented Death Eater that even the other outer Death Eaters circle tend to avoid.

Which was enough to cow Theo into submission.

The boy lowered his eyes, then his head too faced the ground.

Bellatrix broke into a grin and wrapped an arm around Theo's neck, smothering him close to her chest. "Aww, little Snotty is worried about itsy bitsy Potty." She cooed, smiling when Harry came up to them and pulled him close to her chest with her other arm. "Potty has good friends. Very good friends!" She giggled, skipping forward with the two boys in her arms whom was forcibly dragged along.

They walked some distance like that.

Until they stopped on their tracks when their eyes gazes on a mother occamy and her child-ling. A dead occamy and her new-born child-ling. The tiny occamy gave a loud shrill, as loud as her tiny and delicate throat allows her. It sounds bewitchingly sorrowful. Harry pulled away from Bellatrix. Taking a step closer towards the pitiful creature. The tiny thing, as if sensing Harry's presence, turned his seeing eyes towards Harry. Its eyes wet.

Harry felt his heart reach out for the tiny creature. His hand doing such, physically.

Upon contact, Harry gasped.

Something sharp, smaller than the prick of a needle seemed to prick his finger. At least it felt that way to him, there was no puncture or blood swelling out. Though he was sure that something had pierced through his skin and entered his body. He felt odd, something was coursing through his body, it felt like it was moving through a pathway but it was most certainly not in his blood.

It's not harmful either. As that thing was coursing through him; it felt cooling, as if icy fractals was travelling in him. It was oddly soothing and calming. Harry closed his eyes and let out a small keen. The child occamy copied him, and let out a small keening noise. The bond has been completed. The strange icy feeling that went through him had spread throughout his entire body settled deep in his heart.

"Harry?" Theodore called out hesitatingly.

To the two spectators, they had seen Harry moving closer to the occamy and reached out with his right hand; the child-ling leaned its long neck forward and nudged the tip of Harry's fingers with its head. It would be an entirely ordinary occasion if one ignored that Harry was petting an occamy, but no it was anything but ordinary. The moment the wizard and the occamy made contact, they saw a white blue luminous glow flowing like river under Harry's skin as if following a set of network paths already set. The same was happening to the tiny occamy.

Familiar bonding.

Theodore realizes in awe. He had read it somewhere before in a book concerning creatures, rare creatures. Occamies are creatures rated XXXX by the British Ministry of Magic.

Having pets are normal occurance, no matter what creature it is. Pets are usual things.

Familiars? They are extremely rare. Out of the norm. Of course it had to be with Harry fucking Potter.

The glow had spread out entirely. Then it slowly, fades away.

Theo called out his….charge's name hesitantly. Harry snapped back into reality; eyes scanning his surrounding in a manic frenzy before it finally settled on the creature in front of him, its own beady eyes looking up to him.

[[Safe.]]

Harry eyed the creature with startled eyes. It was a majestic creature despite it being not even a feet high. It had scales shining against the filtering sunlight that managed to pierce through the thick canopies of the sinister forest. The occamy moved its head slightly, letting Harry feel the softer than satin, ruffled feathers.

[[Safe.]]

It was the occamy. It was not speaking or even making any sound. Instead the words seemed to echo inside his head.

Harry giggled. There was no voice or any shrill, chirp or hiss in head. It was simply there, the words bounced in his head. No more than a whisper. It was soothing.

"It speaks to me. In my head." Harry said loudly for the benefits of the other two.

"I believe that is what Familiar Bond does, it connects you two." Theodore said slowly, looking at Harry.

Bellatrix gasped, then she clapped her hands in happiness. "A Familiar Bond! Oh, congratulations Harry Potty! Those are rare! We must inform the Dark Lord of this news!" She ran over to Harry and crouched down next to the raven-haired. "Can mommy touch?"

[Can she touch you?]

Harry reached out to the link inside his mind, strangely enough. For the first time Harry was aware of the links that was connecting his mind to others. Keyword: Links. He reached out to the shorter one, it was his mind link to the tiny creature in front of him. The other link though, when he reached out to it, it leads him back to where the manor was. Strange.

The occamy moved its head slightly towards Bellatrix and nodded.

Bellatrix giggled happily and reached her hand out to caress the back of the occamy. The tiny thing spread out her wings. Harry smiled softly as he felt what he thinks was the occamy's feeling reflected in him. There was sorrow but also the sense of pride. Where did the pride came from? Harry knew not.

[Do you have a name?]

Harry inquired.

[[None my Bonded. I have no name. I had no chance to be named.]]

It crooned softly. Harry's eyes landed on the malleable pure silver close to the dead mother Occamy and her nest. All of the eggs was crushed. Harry winced at the sight of the small trampled, mangled bodies of the unborn occamy, the pure silver intermixing with the horrible sight.

Though it seems like the mother managed to protect one.

Bellatrix seems to notice it too as she gasped in delight. "Oh, this is perfect! Cissy would be able to use this well in her potion!" She scooped the silver egg that had a hole in it, probably from where the tiny occamy had crawled out.

[I, your Bonded. Name you, my Familiar, Sil Lahney.]

Harry could feel when Magic blanketed them both in a soft, warm aura. Accepting the naming, and the power behind it.

[[Thank you, Sil Thur.]]

Harry tried to smile but he was hit by a dizzy spell right then and he stumbled on his footing. Theo managed to catch him before he fell and supported Harry's body weight by leaning the boy against himself.

Bellatrix frowned. "Potty is drained."

Theodore snorted. "Obviously."

Harry protested weakly. "Just…a bit dizzy."

"Potty go back home. Mommy will finish collecting soon. Snotty take good care of baby Potty, kay?" Bellatrix said with perplexing concern.

Theo could only nod.

"Good. See you back at manor, with dinner!" Bellatrix giggled as she twirled away from them, hopping around as if she was Little Red Riding Hood, passing through a sleeping forest on her way to visit her grandmother.

Theo shook his head before focusing back at Harry. "Well, I'm going to levitate you if that's alright?"

Harry groaned. "I'm dizzy, I might throw up if you do that."

Theo pursed his lips. "Good point." He thought for a moment. "Alright, I'll just carry you back to the manor." With that he put back his wand in its holster and tossed Harry over his shoulder. "Dude, you're lighter than a girl."

"Zip it." Harry hissed, groaning as his head spun.

Theo chuckled. The tiny occamy flapped her wings, but hew wings are not yet strong enough to carry her body airborne. "Come, little one." Theo held out his other arm, bending down to let it hopped on his arms.

"Must you carry me this way?" Harry groaned.

"Yes, I'm not carrying you like some damsel, Potter." Theo an unsettling expression rested on his face at the thought.

Harry groaned and waited.

If he tries to walk, he'd be tripping over the tree roots every few feet.

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Harry stumbled on his bed, his familiar crawling up to his and settled there. "I suggest you sleep now, Harry." He heard Theo suggested and his only reply was an ineloquent grunt of agreement. He was dead to the world in a matter of seconds.

Theo shook his head and took a seat in the only chair available in the small room.

Falling asleep felt like falling through a blackhole.

Where is he?

Harry had stopped screaming after a while, he must have fallen deeper than the Mariana Trench. 'Okay, that was an exaggeration.' Harry thought to himself. Interestingly, the words that he had thought formed in front of his very eyes and disappeared as soon as the thought left him. Harry gaped. 'I've lost my mind?' Again it happened. 'No, wait. I'm inside of my mind?!'

The moment he realized this, he slammed gloriously against what felt like solid tar against his body; but he was sinking. He was sinking deeper inside a huge water body. He was also not breathing. He spotted something bright a bit deeper and he swam towards it. The closer he got, the brighter it glows. He swam closer and closer until his entire body entered the light.

Bright. Too bright that he thought he was going blind. He shadowed his eyes using his hand to look around. It was an expanse of white, as far as the horizon except for the two mind links he had detected earlier. His link to his familiar manifested as the creature it is, the new-born occamy. He walked closer to the other…entity. It radiated darkness. The bright light shying away from it.

"Who are you?" Harry asked himself out loud.

He did not expect the darkness to manifest into something…humanoid. It was shrouded it dark mists and he could just barely make its shape. "I am…the…Dark…Lord."

Harry's eyes widened a bit. "Do you…have a name?"

"Vol…de…mort." His voice was raspy and barely audible.

"Voldemort?" Harry gaped. 'Bloody hell, why do I have a mind link with Voldie?' Harry thought, 'Fucking twat.'

"Yes…"

"What are you?" Harry asked, sitting down near it. He was wary but his curiosity overcame his self-preservation.

"…" He did not answer.

Harry tilted his head. He wonders if he can touch the darkness. It was more comfortable for him to sit close by…whatever that thing is. The light seemed to be contaminated by the thing's darkness. Not that Harry would complain. It was easier on his eyes. Now that he looks around closer, it was not entirely white like he first thought. It was not purely white, there was darkness, just creeping over the edge. Once he realizes this, and acknowledged it; the light became less overpowering.

Looking back up to the concentrated darkness, he noticed that it had moved closer to him. Embracing him with its darkness. Instinctively, Harry closed his eyes and on leaned to it. It was oddly warm…and safe. It may be some strange thing that is related to Voldemort but it feels like it knows him and cares for him truly. A wave of emotion from it wash over him. Harry was overwhelmed for a moment.

"H-How long have you been with me?" Harry opened his eyes again, looking at the densest part of the darkness.

The shadowy figure seemed to look down at him, figuratively. "…Long…enough."

Harry bit his lips. The thing must have been with him long enough; to know everything of him.

"Your…body…rests. Your…mind…too…needs…rest." The raspy voice speaks. "Sleep…"

With that, Harry once again closed his eyes. Resting in his mindscape, in Voldemort's embrace.

His mind activities slowed, enough to keep him breathing and his heart beating. Otherwise, everything was focused on replenishing his magical core. Mind Magic are not all about Occlumency and Legilimency. Even Muggles realized how powerful a human mind can be and they have only explored no more than ten percent. (1)

There are more to Mind Magic than just those two branches.

But Harry took it to an entirely new level.

Just like your mind controls your body, if one has a good grasp on Mind Magic; they will also be able to control the flow of their magic, maybe even manifest it to form a stronger shield than a mere Shield Charm could. Though Mind Arts are mostly conquered by those Potion Masters, having a perfect control of magic allows them access to experiment more, create more and make more breakthroughs.

Harry though, his magical core was strong.

His magic reaches out and if he ever took time to learn Mind Magic, he could control the ambient magic that radiates of his surroundings. Using his magic, he could control it to absorb and take in the magic in the air. Some places, the magic was just thicker in the air. Like here, Slytherin Manor. It was old and sentient; the magic was thick in it's very walls. Pure magic. No distinction between Light, Dark or Grey.

A depleted core would usually take about three days of sleep. If they knew Occlumency and closed off their mind, shutting them down, the magic will work faster and they will be awake in half the time.

Harry's core was larger than a normal wizard but his mind link with the occamy helps him feed off his familiar's magic but it was slight since his familiar was young and their connection was still too fresh to form a better bond. The other mind link in his mind, Voldemort, feeds its own dark magic to the boy. He had been with the boy for long, seen how the boy grew up and was always by his side more than anyone or anything else. He cares for him, he was attached. He wants the boy to be his but he was no more than a sliver of Voldemort's soul. Less than one percent really.

Harry's power worked instinctively, beckoning the magic in the air to work with it, around it and altered it. Filling, replenishing the tired core back to how it was before.

It would perhaps take a fortnight but being in a place that was saturated with so much pure magic, his mind links to his familiar that helped to ground him and the sliver of soul feeding Harry the magic that he had collected over the years. He would be awake in several hours and his core restored in a day.

Well, Harry's magical core was currently split in two. Well, figuratively, not literally. Half of his magic was supporting the foetus inside of his womb; a male does not have the necessary parts to hold the body and that is where magic comes in. The sac formed fully from a wizard's magic and sometimes, they are restricted from using magic in any case. For fear that they exhausted their core and lose their magic permanently; losing their unborn child as well. Though this applies only to wizards with a weak core but few of them are willing to risk it.

Harry was by no means weak. He could still perform extraordinary feat of magic, using high level spells and fear not of using exhausting his core. Though forming a Familiar Bond, with an occamy no less had took a huge chunk out of his magical reserves. Most of his magic that remained unused to sustain the magical womb was used-up.

"Harry…" The corrupted soul in caress the manifestation of the boy in his own mind. His strength that he had gathered waned as he gave more and more to the beautiful boy. If only he could have the boy. "Ha–rry…" The voice whispered again, sounding fainter as his strengths slips away the more he gave.

"Harry!"

Eyelids fluttered to reveal a pair of bright Avada Kedavra green eyes.

"You awake, Harry?" Theo looked down at his charge with strange light in his eyes, as if he had seen something oddly worrying. "You were glowing, surrounded by a halo." He informed, still looking at Harry with the same expression. "You were covered by a sheen of Pure Magic."

Harry groaned as he tries to sit up. "Don't ask. I know shite how that happen."

"Slow down, Harry." Theo helped the Gryffindor to sit up and leaned against the headboard. "How are you feeling? Is everything fine?" He questioned with honest concern in his voice.

Harry put on a weak smile as he gave a small nod in answer. "Feelin' alright."

The Slytherin boy let out a breath of relief. "Oh, good." He nodded once in approval, sniffing with his nose held high to pretend that he had not just shown obvious concern for his Lord's enemy. "You slept like a log."

Harry pouted. "Sod off, Snotty." His face broke into a grin, using the nickname Bellatrix had bestowed upon them.

"Ugh, please don't Potty." Theo retorted.

And the two broke out into quiet chuckles that was dispelled as sudden as it appeared when Harry felt his scar stinging; providing him an immense headache. His hand immediately went up to his forehead, clutching on to where his scar was. He gritted his teeth as he let out bouts of hisses and quieted groans. Theodore stood frozen with an unsure look on his face, reflecting how he was feeling or how he should act. So he merely waited until Harry was fine enough to look back at him albeit the strained look on Harry's face as the boy ignored the pain.

"You should look up about cursed scars, Harry." Theo suggested, his hands gripping on the sides of his robes. "Or, you could ask the Dark Lord about it. He knows a lot of things." Since the scar was the result from the Dark Lord's killing curse, Theo figured it would be easier and faster to ask the knowledgeable causer himself.

Harry snorted a bit. "Do you really think he would bother to deign himself with my problem?" Moreover, he wants to try tracking down where or to who does this other mind link leads to. "Besides, I have something to do."

"The Dark Lord will!" Theodore insisted. "He will want to know what ails his guest, Harry. If you don't go to him I'll tell him myself beause I doubt you will go to the library to find out about it yourself."

Harry glared at Theo though it was a very half-hearted glare, he understands that the Slytherin boy was merely concerned about him though he does not really understand why. Sighing he slid off the bed, his headache receding. "Fine, let's go." Maybe he can get a rough idea about the mind link too as it is definitely related to the scar.

"Now?" Theo looked at Harry in surprise, he had thought that Harry would have fought with him and he had actually thought that his suggestion would be refused flat without any second consideration.

"Yeah, now." Harry broke into a small smile, as if knowing, maybe guessing, what Theo had thought from the boy's reaction. "You are my bodyguard and my friend so you are coming with me. I'm not walking into a dangerous territory without some backup."

Theo walked up to Harry's side. "As if, if you want a backup Harry, I'm the last person to choose. I'm a Slytherin, not a self-sacrificing Gryffindor."

They both walked out of Harry's room in the servant's quarter and Harry tried to retraced his steps back to where Bellatrix had brought him to the other day, if he was not at his private office room then he would find the man at where he was first brought to when he came. He would call it a day if he did not find the snake-y Dar Lord then. As he walked, Harry tried to sense his mind link, so far it had been directing him in the direction of where he was heading. Strange.

He halted to a step when they took another turn in the hallway and Harry realized, the mind link was connected to the person behind a door that was at the end of the hallway. The door that leads to Voldemort's private office. 'Oh, bugger.' Harry thought to himself. 'Help me, Merlin. Just...no.' He gulped as he walked to the door with a less eager step then before with Theo next to him. Standing in front of the door, he gulped and raised a fist to knock.

"What?" Came the drawled answer from behind the door.

Harry suddenly felt nervous, he gulped. "Let me in Voldemort. I need to ask you something urgent. VERY URGENT!" He stressed his last two words, now feeling more desperate for an answer after the, ah, shocking revelation.

There was a long silence and Harry exchanged nervous looks with Theo.

"Very well." Harry snapped his head back at the door when he heard the door click unlocked and was opened by the Dark Lord. "You stay and wait outside." He opened the door wider to let Harry in, looking at Theo with his red eyes. The boy bowed and took a few steps back as Harry stepped forward into the messy study room. The door slammed close with a brush of the Dark Lord's magic.

Harry sighed contentedly at the feel of the man's magic, until he remembered whom it belonged to. 'Shit! Why me?' He shook himself out of his stupor, remembering how rested he felt in his own mind when the other connection in his mind wrapped his consciousness in bits of his magic. Though it was just an echo compared to the magic belonging to the host. Harry licked his lips nervously, looking at the Dark Lord. That confirms it, his other mind link is connected to the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord returned to his seat and gestured Harry to do the same with a wave of his hand; at the same time, conjuring said chair for his guest on the opposite side of the table. "What matter is pressing enough for you to have to come to me, Harry?" He asked in a lazy drawl. "You are but a servant in this manor."

Harry decided to get straight to the point now that he was no longer feeling shocked or surprised. It was replaced by irritation. "This scar." Harry pointed to the thunder bolt shape on his forehead. "Has been making me feel random bouts of pain ever since I can remember."

"And?" Voldemort asked, more like interrupted in Harry's opinion. He has not finished talking yet for fuck's sake.

"WHY THE BLOODY HELL DO I HAVE A MIND LINK WITH YOU OF ALL PEOPLE?"

(1) It's just a myth that human made up. Funny. Weird. Humans.

I actually wrote somewhat of a summary for this story's prequel before I started this story, so something's are out of place. If you find any loopholes you are free to inquire, if they are loopholes I am sorry if they are not I will explain.

How long must one be pregnant for before they get mood swings and weird cravings?

Oh and I'm playing otome games as well as Skyrim so...R&R to keep me updating or my attention will move elsewhere ;)

My updates are rotating between this fic and my new HP fic which is Boy Who Lived To Be A Slut

IF YOU CAN GUESS WHAT LANGUAGE IS THE OCCAMY'S NAME IS...I will write a one-shot for you!