Hush Little Baby

Chapter 3

AN: Okay, I'm afraid I had some continuity problems. Let me set the record now, consider the mention of Ginny and Hermione in chapter one a typo. I've been writing on little to no energy so they are to be expected. Okay, on with the chapter. OH and if you couldn't tell, this is gonna be H/G pairing.

After a nice meal, made by Mrs. Weasley, Harry took Baby Voldemort up to his room and went about searching for a more appropriate garment. Baby Voldemort just looked at Harry as he sat on the soft bed.

Harry sighed exasperatedly. He couldn't find anything small enough. "Well, guess I'll just have to try and shrink your robes to the right size. Would that be alright, and then we'll go to Diagon Alley for some shopping." He asked.

"Uh huh….." The boy nodded. "Ummm.." The small boy opened and closed his mouth so many times. "Ummm, Papa….." He finally started, startling Harry. Now he was "Papa" to his arch nemesis. "Where this place? This not orpnage?" Baby Voldemort asked.

Harry sighed again. He sat down. "Well, we're at the burrow. And you will not be going back to the orphanage ever. You're going to stay with me."

The toddler nodded, his mouth opened in a wide "O". "Do you know my name?" He asked. He knew his name but he didn't know if it was his real name or just something the matron at the orphanage had made up.

Harry nodded too. "Yes, your name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. You were named for your father." He explained.

"You name Tom too?" He asked. He had accepted through pure two-year old logic that this man was his father who must have come to get him from Miss. Cole's poor excuse of a children's home. He just must have been asleep or something.

The nice man shook his head. "No. My name is Harry."

"Then……you not papa?" The boy's face fell and his voice broke.

"Not really, but….if you want me to be….I can." He offered. Harry found his own heart breaking as he realized just how alone this kid must feel, how alone he must've felt. "Well, let's get those robes fixed and we'll go out, alright…" With a wave of his wand, now that he was allowed to use magic out of school being of age, the robes shrunk down to the correct size to the wonder and amazement of the boy.

"Wow! What dat?" He asked quickly.

Not much long after the two of them were in the diagonally-shaped business district. Little Tom seemed enthralled with all the magic. Everywhere he looked he saw someone waving a wand or buying things like brooms and cauldrons. He had been more than willing to believe when Harry-papa had told him about magic, but it was too special and new to him for him to ignore his shock.

"Papa, you see dat!" He asked excitedly when he watched a man become an ox to push an exceptionally heavy piece of stone for the construction of a new building.

Harry had to laugh. He found it hard to remember that this boy was once a man who had tried to kill him multiple times and had gotten his godfather killed too, not to mention killed his parents. He took the boy first with him to Gringotts where Tom stayed hidden behind Harry's legs the entire time.

"Papa, what dey?" He asked softly and squeaked in horror when Harry told him.

Harry took special pleasure in buying children's books from Flourish and Blotts, and toys from a shop across the way. It was as if he was getting to relive his childhood through the renewed childhood of Little Tom. In Madame Malkin's he'd let the kindly witch assist him in getting better more appropriate clothing for one the age of two.

Of course, when one is expected to care for the child-form of the Dark Lord and when that one is Harry Potter, there's bound to be trouble.

Tom was digging into his sundae, getting particularly messy, which Harry had long since given-up on cleaning away. "Yummy Papa!" He declared neither noticing a tall, long haired blonde come up to them.

"Well Mister Potter, glad to see you have our master." Lucius Malfoy sneered. "But now, I'll take him off your hands for you."

Harry stood. "I don't think that'll be necessary, Malfoy. You see, he belongs to me now, I'm taking care of him." He stepped into Malfoy's face.

Lucius slowly drew his wand when he felt someone tugging at his robes. He looked down at his small master. "What do you want?" He asked impatiently.

Tom looked confused. "You call me mater? Why?"

"Because you are our master, the Dark Lord Voldemort." Malfoy replied, not knowing what he was getting into.

Again, a look of confusion. "Why?"

"Because we are your death eaters, you are our master."

"Why?"

Malfoy's face took on a whole new look, one of intemperance and impatience and anger. He glared at Harry. "Mark my words, boy, I will get that boy away from you. I won't let you raise the Dark Lord to be a mud blood-lover like you."

AN: Another day another chapter. That was fun. I hate it when all kids do is ask WHY! Hope you enjoyed. Got something you'd like to see out of this, tell me. Got some stories to tell of real life two year olds you know, email me, because some better research would be nice.

Coming Soon: Our favorite little rat makes a reappearance and Harry has to tell Tom why Malfoy was calling him a Dark Lord.