The movement of the rocking chair was the only thing that was keeping Molly sane, that and her little Ron. Repeatedly she kept running her hand through his little tuft, it was comfort. She needed comfort. The day's events were finally catching up to her. Arthur, Sirius, the wizarding world. Eleven years of terror and no one had a clue when it would end.

"Mummy?" A tiny hand rested against her thigh. "Mummy." The shriek was louder this time breaking her from her reverie. She smiled down at the tiny child. Her Percy was something else. His horned rimmed glasses too big for his face kept sliding off, but yet he insisted that he wanted to wear them anyways. How he loved those glasses. She remembered the day him and Arthur went on a special trip hat day to get his glasses, and he was so excited when he found that particular pair. Now she wondered if Arthur would ever do anything like that with any of his other sons. She knew the odds were against that.

"Yes Percy." She smiled down at him. For a five year old Percy was very perceptive, very smart. He would be a genius when he went to Hogwarts she knew that for sure.

"Don' be sad, mummy. Daddy'll be home soon. Look," The little boy said smiling, " I made you tea, all by myself." His little chest stuck out with pride over the accomplishment.

"Did you now Percy?" Molly asked. Trying to keep things as light as possible. Right now there were no Aurors, no other children, no members of the Phoenix, just her and her third child in their own little world. "And when did you learn to make tea?"

"Jus' now." Percy said with a toothy grin. "I watch all the time. It's easy." Percy picked up the cup that he placed down on the floor and held it as carefully as he could towards his mum.

"Thanks Perce." Molly said taking the cup from her child's hands. She took a sip and choked. She wanted to spit it out, but the look on Percy's face and she just couldn't do it.

"Well?" Percy asked with the impatience that only a child could have.

"That was very good Percy. But Mummy can't drink it all right now. So I'll just leave it down on the table?" She would have to throw it away when the boy wasn't looking.

"But you liked it, right?" He asked, wanting to make sure.

"Yes, love, it was very good. Tell me Percy what did you put in it, that made it so special."

"I put in the teabag with hot water, and than the white stuff that I see you pouring into our tea, and a bit of yellow stuff."

"Oh my. Well that was a delight dear." The boy gave his mum a huge grin and walked away. Molly's eyes went wide with amusement. She knew for a fact that she ran out of honey, and Percy must have mistaken the dishwater soap for that, as they were both the same colour. With a quick swish of her wand the brown liquid disappeared from the mug.

"Morning Molly." A dishevelled Remus greeted the worrying lady as he made his way into the house. "Treacle tarts." He offered the box, knowing she wouldn't accept the measly morsel that he brought for breakfast.

"No thanks Remus. Not that hungry. Grab a spot of tea there's already some made. Just make sure it's from the pot and don't let Percy tell you otherwise." She said.

"Don't mind if I do." He said, stopping to give Molly a quick peck on the cheeks and a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. The gentle act of kindness made tears fall from Molly's eyes. She missed her Arthur so very much, and wanted him back. She wouldn't be able to survive without him not with six children and one on the way, almost there if truth be told.

Remus came back not two minutes later with two mugs of steaming hot tea. "Here Molly I thought you could use some." Molly took the proffered cup and nursed it in her hands.

"He's getting big now." Remus said about Ron. "How long until this one comes?"

"A couple more months hopefully. Who knows? She's almost ready I can feel it. I just wish Arthur was here, I'd feel much better."

"You said she, you found out the sex?" Remus asked with a hint of surprise laced in his voice.

"No, but it's different, feels different not like the other one's. I can tell it's not going to be a boy." A hint of a smile laced the pale woman's cheek.

"That'll be nice." Remus said. He was wondering what was taking so long. Surely the Aurors and Dumbledore would be back on their way here. They only said a nights rest not a days.

"Excuse me." Dumbledore poked his head through the front door, as if he were reading Remus' thoughts. "Can I borrow you for just a minute Remus? Outside on the porch if you don't mind."

"Did you find him Albus? Do you know where Arthur is?" Molly asked her eyes going wide with anticipation.

"I just need Remus for a minute Molly nothing to concern yourself with yet."

Molly slumped back into her rocker in defeat while Remus went to meet the Headmaster outside.

"What's up Albus?" He questioned, noticing the peculiar expression on the old mans face.

"I can't tell you, I need to show you." Before Remus could say anything in response, he was pulled closer towards Albus and was made to do a side along apparation.

"Hogwarts?" Remus screamed in surprise. Now wasn't the time. The Weasley's needed as much support now as ever, he had to get back to that poor family.

"Hurry Remus not enough time, but I wanted to show you before I let Molly know."

"So you did find Arthur. Why didn't you tell her? Do you realize her condition? You should've eased her mind. Come on Albus we've got to get back to her, Molly knows something's up."

Remus' ramblings made him not notice that they reached the infirmary.

"This is why I couldn't tell the poor woman." Albus pointed a finger towards the bed where over a dozen Aurors now watched as a woman in white tried to fix her newest patient.

"Oh my." Remus said his face contorted in horror when he saw what resembled a person in the bed. The only reason Remus was able to tell it was Arthur was because of the half face and the little bit of red hair that the man still had left.

"Someone will have to tell her Remus. Someone will have to let her know what's happened."

"I can't do that Albus, you can't ask that of me."

Albus latched on to Remus' arm and dragged him outside the infirmary. "Listen Remus, Molly needs you right now, not me. She has been your friend for a lot longer, I need you to do this."

"Tell me Albus what am I going to tell her? I know I'll just waltz right in and say 'Hey Molly we found Arthur and he seems to be missing his limbs and half a face, oh yeah and by the way his brain has been addled with so now he can't even remember his own name, and it's highly unlikely that he's going to live to see tomorrow.' Does that sound about right to you PROFESSOR?" Remus hissed and turned his back on the headmaster.

"She needs to know Remus. She needs to know from a friend, and Arthur should be fine within a couple of months from now. St. Mungo's is getting better with their cures."

At that moment Madame Pomfrey stuck her head outside the double doors. "I'm sorry Albus, he didn't make it." Tears streaked down her face. "I..I..I…" She couldn't finish the sentence.

"It's alright Pomona. Arthur was a fine man." Albus took the weeping woman into his arms, offering her the comfort that she would need.

Remus knew that Albus was right. He would go and tell Molly himself, that's what Arthur would've wanted. He went to the fireplace and floo'd to the Burrow.

"What's happening Remus?" Molly asked when she spotted the man falling out of her fireplace. Remus straightened himself up off the floor and took a good look at the woman her hair was flying around her face; she looked even more dishevelled than when he left her.

"Why don't you sit Molly?" He pushed her gently into an empty chair. Fisting and unfisting his hands Remus looked Molly in the eyes, and shook his head, tears spilling from his own.

At that instant she knew. Arthur, her beloved Arthur, the muggle loving fool, had died. Another victim lost to the war. "I-I've got to go make dinner." Was all she said, as she walked to the kitchen.

She was cutting up carrots, when Remus gently placed his hands over hers. The knife clenched tightly in her fist, he removed it gently and placed it on the countertop. "It's not even close to dinner time Molly, come you need to rest." He dragged her over to the sofa, where she collapsed on top of it.

"He's not dead Remus." She stated matter of fact. "My Arthur would never leave me. He'll be home soon. You just wait, my Arthur's never disappointed me and he won't now."

"Molly I was there. Pomona said that he went. He's gone Molly. He's gone. Please don't do this, look at what grief has done to Sirius." How he wished Sirius were here with him right now it would be so much easier having to deal with this. "Arthur wouldn't want to see you like this."

"He was so excited for this baby. Said that if it was a girl she would be his daddy's princess, and he kept going on and on about how he would spoil her to the ends of the earth. Said he would name her Ginny after his mother."

"That's a beautiful name." Remus said in all earnestly.

"Tell me one thing Remus, did he suffer when he died?" Molly asked finally looking at the man before him.

"No Molly, he went peacefully. He wasn't in any pain at all." Remus couldn't bear to tell her the truth. Let her think that her husband died comfortably, what harm would it do otherwise.

"Thank you Remus." She said.

"Your welcome." He replied back, and he moved to sit beside the grieving woman, wrapping her in his arms, as she cried into his shoulder.

"Watch over her Arthur, and your children." He whispered into the silence.

The ladle clanked against the glass bottle. A thick liquid the colour of puce ran down the side. "Done." Severus said triumphantly holding the bottle in a tight grip. "Now to take it to the Dark Lord."

"Well that was a good bath wasn't it?" Lord Voldemort asked the slippery toddler in his arms. Harry gave him a look that said he agreed. Voldemort placed Harry on a marble counter top, warming the child with a bathrobe and diaper. He than picked Harry up in his arms and walked out of the room.

"What shall we do for the rest of the day? You don't have much time left little one, let's make the most of it." Voldemort continued down the long hallway, no particular destination in mind, he just kept walking, and talking to Harry. "I know you haven't been outside for awhile, that's what we shall do. I have a lovely garden Harry, more like a garden actually, not many would know, I only share that with my most trusted, because you see it's not all about being evil, oh no, it's just about making our world better. You understand, a lot has happened that Dumbledore and the rest of his followers are blind to, but soon if our world leaks out to the muggle world and it will, due to the carelessness of muggleborns we will be slaves, wanting us only for our power and when they have it they will get rid of us all, it's all for the greater good, secrecy is better. And if a few lives have to be sacrificed, a lot more will be saved. And that includes you little one."

"Pffttt." Harry spat out.

"Don't take it personally, I have started to get used to having you around. You were making my days more interesting, it does get to be redundant after awhile. Meeting, raids, meeting, raids, that's all my days consists of anymore, you are not the norm I can tell you that much." Voldemort laughed. He was starting to warm up to the child in his arms, but it was too bad that he would have to kill him eventually, after all it was either his life or the child's and he wasn't going to risk his over something that could be replaced, or so he thought.

"Welcome to Riddle Garden, Harry." Voldemort said as he put the child down on the soft patchy grass. Riddle Garden was more than just a garden; it was more like a forest, and they were in the centre of it. The outer area was filled with thick plush trees and than the inner part consisted of exotic flowers and birds, and an infinity lake, or so was the illusion.

"Marvellous isn't it? I built this place with a lot of hard work. You see after I left Hogwarts there weren't a lot of choices out there, job wise at least, or what I actually wanted. Hogwarts wouldn't accept me back as a professor, and so I settled at Borgin and Burkes, I had other reasons too but that's besides the point and another story for maybe another time, I worked hard, and long and soon I earned enough to buy me this place, and when I started gaining power and influence Galleons came to me without any trouble. So what would one do in my position, I expanded. And this, this here was my little side project. I made this forest with my own bare hands and alright a little bit of magic. But it's a great sanctuary Harry, because even Dark Lords need to get away for a while, return to a normalcy that once was forgotten, otherwise you just might lose yourself completely. Don't give me that look young man. Some wizards and witches may think I'm completely nutters, but I'm not, I know what I'm doing, and they'll see it will be for the best."

Harry's face scrunched up as if in disbelief.

"I think here's a good spot to rest don't you?" Voldemort asked the child. "Look Mimsy's a smart house elf isn't she? Look what she's done, a picnic blanket filled with toys, how fun." Voldemort placed Harry down on the soft picnic blanket that was spread out, while he sat himself down on a bench, "You be a good boy Harry and stay on the blanket. I need to read this it's highly important." Voldemort said as he unrolled a scroll of parchment that was just delivered to him via Mimsy.

After a couple of quiet minutes later, the exotic birds took flight as a loud growl went through the forest. "That bloody idiot, what in the name of Morgana possessed me to induct him into the Death Eaters, when I get my hands on him, he'll wish he was never born. What?" Voldemort yelled as he felt a tug on his robes. He looked down to see Harry looking up at him with big green eyes that held a look of excitement. Harry turned his head away from the angry man and pointed at some ducks that were swimming in the lake.

"Yes Harry, they are a different species of ducks." Voldemort said in exasperation, this was a very trying day. "Their real names are Doraxs. Those spikes on top of their heads hold venom, it's to help protect them from their enemies. Now go watch them, I still have some business to take care of." Voldemort than gently pushed Harry back towards the blanket and went back to thinking of a suitable punishment for his newest recruit.

The next minute he felt another little tug. He looked down to see Harry still looking at him with his puppy dog eyes. Voldemort lifted Harry up and took him to the blanket where he sat with him for a little bit.

"Look at this trick Harry." Voldemort plucked a blade of grass and transfigured it into a unicorn. Harry gurgled in delight. The unicorn approached ever so cautiously. Neither caring if the babe was a girl or boy, they were innocent and that was all that mattered. When the unicorn drew close enough, it nudged its head into Harry's podgy stomach. Making him shriek in delight. Voldemort chuckled along with him. "There you go Harry, play nicely now." Voldemort patted the unruly head of hair and walked back to his bench a soft smile playing across his face. He didn't notice when the unicorn ran away, and he certainly didn't notice when Harry's laughter stopped and silence reigned in.

Voldemort only stopped his work when the light seemed to be dimming, and knew that it was getting close to evening. "Alright Harry I'm done, let's see what Mimsy packed us for a lunch." Voldemort got up off the bench and started unpacking the basket. "You're awfully quiet today. What's gotten into you?" Voldemort placed his food onto the blanket and reached in for Harry's applesauce. "Well that looks interesting." Voldemort held up Harry's food and started examining it. "Well if you like it who am I to argue." Voldemort twisted the cap off and took out a spoonful. Open up Harry." The spoon was met with air. The whole time Voldemort was talking, he didn't realize that Harry wasn't there.

"Harry, Harry, come out here now boy. I'm not joking. You need to eat and Snape's coming soon, I don't have time for your games." He yelled again. This time the Doraxs took flight. Voldemort checked around him, his eyes not seeing any body. He looked under the bench, no Harry. Under the blanket still no Harry.

"This is ridiculous. Accio Harry Potter." He shouted pointing his wand in the air. Still no Harry. "Odd that should've worked." And there he saw it. In the water a white diaper attached to a stomach, but it seemed that it was missing a head. "Harry." Voldemort whispered in shock. He ran to the water's edge, and quickly scooped up Harry, whose face was all pale, and blue. He felt for a pulse, there was still a small one, the boy wasn't dead yet. And than an idea that would possibly work. He wouldn't do anything, he would lay the infant down on the grass and just watch it take its last breath. An accidental death that was meant no harm to the child, which meant that the caregiver was off scot-free from the blood protection charm. This was his chance to finally be rid of his supposed downfall.

Voldemort looked down at the limp body in his arms, the once wild hair no more, but a stringy mess. With a decision that would alter his life completely he made up his mind apparated him and the dying child to their private chambers.

Once there he laid the child on the bed, and an incantation was said. Voldemort jumped when his doors banged opened, he lifted the body in his arms and turned around to see who the intruder was.

Severus Snape came crashing through his Master's chambers potion bottle clutched tightly in his arms. "My lord it's complete."

"No need Severus. I would like you to be the first one introduced to my new heir," Voldemort held the child up proudly, "Harry James Riddle." A look of pride shining through on his face.

"Excuse me my Lord, I think I've misunderstood you." Severus looked confused at the sleeping infant in his master's arms and forgot that he was holding the potion bottle in his hands. A crash resounded throughout the room, luckily enough not waking the child.

"No Severus you heard me correct. Harry James Riddle, my new son."

A/n: I'm sorry about the long wait, please don't hurt me. But Yay I got it done and on my B-Day too, lol. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, and to my silent readers thanks to for your support. I know this chapter's short, and not up to my normal standards, but it's just a transition chapter. Please Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They mean the world to me. Don't know when the next chapter will be out, but again it will be, just please bear with me at the moment.

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P.S. Excuse the ooc's I couldn't help it.