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Chapter Twelve

The Weasley Twin's flat lay in West Sussex in the town of East Grinstead. It was, ironically enough, near the border of Surrey. They had been begging him to come live with them for some time. He even kept a room there. They would be tickled pink for him to come visit at last. The two trouble makers would be overjoyed. It was from Severus's quarters that he took the network to his new home. Home. What a deceptive word. Tom's manor had been his home for three years. Now he would not stay there. He would fight once more if only for Severus but he had been forced forced from that home by the very man who had given him somewhere to go in the first place. It would be ironic if it wasn't so depressing. He hadn't realized until he had left just how much he had come to depend on Tom's manor as his place of solace. Now he didn't even have that. Harry stepped out of the grate only to immediately be caught up in two matching pairs of arms.

"Harry!"

"We thought you would never-"

"Come to stay for good!" Fred and George chorused, taking in every aspect of his appearance at once.

He gave them a very obviously forced half smile. The twins were the only ones he had kept in contact with after he had left.

"I have something to tell you guys. I need your help."

Severus entered Voldemort's chambers quietly, watching as the man glared and wrestled with his anger. If anyone knew why Harry was suddenly crying in his rooms alone, it would be Voldemort. Especially in his circumstance.

"My Lord, do you know anything about Harry? He seems very…upset. I tried to get him to tell me but he wouldn't." He approached the topic slowly and without judgment.

Wouldn't. More like couldn't tell him because he was crying too hard. Voldemort looked up at him angrily.

"I sent him away. I don't need a whore with unwanted baggage." Was the curt reply he received.

Severus's jaw nearly dropped in surprise. He had been sure that Voldemort would be thrilled. Unwanted baggage?! So that was what the man thought of Harry's little surprise. He'd never heard such casual cruelty. Perhaps the teen had gone to take care of it? Would he have his children aborted?! Or maybe he went to kill something. Hopefully it wasn't his children. The Dark Lord's response had been rather abrupt and caustic and they had probably gotten into a rip roaring fight over it. He could see why Harry would be angry. The teen had wanted to keep them and if Voldemort thought so little of the situation…

"Even in his condition? Surely you can see why that would be most unwise. I told him such myself. And shouldn't I have a say in the matter as well?" He asked somewhat frigidly.

His lord looked at him reproachfully.

"Why would you have anything to do with Harry being angry? And what does that have to do with him storming off? He's pissed, not comatose." The man growled, drinking deeply from his wine glass. Severus sighed deeply. That explained it. Harry hadn't gotten the chance to tell him. That made his job easier if not somewhat more uncomfortable.

"My Lord, I apologize for the confusion. It wasn't anger I was referring to when I mentioned Harry's condition." He waited a moment until he was positive that he had the man's full undivided attention. "Harry's pregnant with twins. One of them is my child…and one is yours."

Voldemort immediately choked on his wine.

"Twins?!"

"How crazy is that?!"

Harry grinned, waving off the food that George was now trying to shove down his throat.

"Harry! You can't just go days without eating now! You're eating for three now so open up!"

"Fine fine! But only if I can punish you later."

"Oooo, promise?"

"You just want me to bend you over this table don't you."

"Oh yes. Yes I do."

Harry stepped through the grate in the main hall of the Dark Lord's manor with a grin on his face. The Twins had dragged him to every baby boutique they could think of, and even though he had been laughing the whole time, he had actually picked up a few things. He knew he was having at least one boy so he got some blue things and some unisex outfits. They were unsure about the second though. The little devil was hiding behind his twin and determined to be a surprise. He carried the bag of baby clothes, a smile on his face, just thinking of showing his little treasures to Severus when he ran smack into a hard body. Cursing, he felt himself caught up in a pair of arms that could easily break every bone in his body without a thought. His bag felt, spilling the contents across the floor for the man to see. A growl met his ears and he sighed, a cocky smirk finding its way onto his face.

"Mmmmm…Puppy. It has been too long." Fenrir growled, delivering a long slow lick to his face.

Harry purred until Fenrir paused and suddenly stopped. He looked at the amber eyes curiously. The Alpha was staring at the clothes with steady eyes.

"Puppy…is having a puppy?"

Harry nodded slowly and allowed himself to be pushed against a wall. Fenrir kneeled down and nuzzled his stomach before scenting it. He ran his hands through the course hair while the werewolf continued to scent him.

"Two puppies."

"Harry? What the hell are you doing?!" Came an angry voice, jarring them both.

Voldemort strode over quickly and Harry moved quickly to cram the tiny clothes into his bag. Fenrir watched the scene with a small frown. He didn't seem the least bit angry at being interrupted. Voldemort glared at the Alpha and grabbed Harry's hand, pulling him down the hall. Harry was surprised. Voldemort seemed almost…protective. Neither of them saw the smirk on Greyback's face as they left, heading for the Dark Lord's rooms.

Harry let himself be gently guided to the bed and sat down. He watched Voldemort pace frantically in confusion. What was going on? Did…Did Voldemort know? He gripped the bag close to his chest. He wasn't going to give them up. He wouldn't. He may not be ready to be a parent but he didn't want to be that parent that didn't want their kids. He didn't want to be like the Dursleys…The Dark Lord stopped suddenly and looked at him, slight trepidation in his eyes.

"So…you're…" He seemed unable to say it so Harry finished for him.

"Pregnant." Harry answered, his voice soft.

"With Severus and…"

No doubt Voldemort didn't picture himself as the father figure either.

"And yours. And I wont get rid of them. I'm not really parent material but I want my kids. I want to keep them."

Voldemort's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.

"No! Oh Merlin, Harry, no! I would never ask you to get rid of them! I would never just- Merlin. Harry, listen." Voldemort said, horrified and kneeled in front of the Puppet master, taking his hands, "I would never want you to get rid of your kids. I've never ever, really, pictured myself as a parent but I want you to know that I want to…be there and help you raise them. Even Severus. I was such a fucking jerk, Harry and I will never be able to apologize enough. I was…I didn't realize how much I needed you until you were gone. Not just for alliances but…I just need you. Please let me raise these children with you." He begged his crimson eyes pleading.

Harry's lips trembled and pursed. He was completely still and silent for a long time. At last, he reached into the bag and pulled out a tiny green onesie, spreading it out for the Dark Lord to see. He reached out and touched the tiny piece of clothing with trembling hands, giving the teen a shaky smile.

"So, we're really doing this, huh? We're really going to be…parents. Together." Tom breathed heavily.

Harry smiled. Aww. He'd finally found something that set the mighty Dark Lord on edge.

" Our baby, Tom." He whispered and found himself on the floor beside the man he loved, looking at him.

The man leaned forward and brushed their lips together gently, chastely. Harry nearly sobbed at the softness of it all. He was scared but as long as he had Tom and Severus, he would make it.

"No matter what I've done, Tom, I never stopped…loving you. Never."

"I love you too, Harry. Will you please be with me? I know that I hurt you last time and I have punished myself for it ever since. Give me a second chance and I will be the husband you have always wanted. Just don't leave again. Don't leave me again."

He let Tom hold him and became the Dark Consort at long last.

Review!!! I know they were alil OOC but its ok. There will be bloodshed next chappie!