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Blood Loss

I stared at the bright light which was fading rapidly. I could hear people running towards the forest. I did not wish to be found by Dumbledore. I apparated right to the coast of Spain. I tried to feel Harry through our mind link and found that I was being pulled in two directions. I focused trying to determine a location but I couldn't and the effort was starting to turn my stomach.

I walked on closing off the link giving up on it for a moment. I walked into the city stunned to see that none of our wards were present. None of the futuristic contraptions the muggles had come up with were present either. I walked down the street noting that it was late and the only people about were here for the party. This part of Spain was a tourist attraction there was always a party to be found.

I focused once more on our connection to find that one was very close and that the other seemed to be stretching on forever. I walked on catching sight of myself in a wide store front window. I froze like a fool in the middle of the street. What I saw made my breath catch in my throat.

I was looking at myself the only problem was that I looked as I had looked at the age of sixteen. I turned away putting it out of my head as unimportant. My mind drifted to Damien my perfect little boy who was coming along very nicely. I hoped he was safe and that he was with Harry. Harry was softer with him he had more patience.

I tried but I had never had the best disposition. I read to him though at night and he didn't seem to be able to sleep until I had done so. I encouraged his little magic tricks pleased that he was so powerful. I was happy to see him smile though I seldom smiled at my son. I had come to love my family and it was painful to be without them.

It was clear to me what had been done someone; someone who must have been very stupid was messing with time. I had spotted a news paper and found that I was in 2003. I needed to find Harry and if our son was not with him then we needed to find him as well. I walked on until I found a motel. I didn't have any money but I had my magic. I was in the nicest room they had to offer in moments.

In the morning no one would remember that I had been here. I didn't sleep well I kept having nightmares about Harry. Nightmares that someone was hurting him and keeping him prisoner, it was an unfounded fear though no one could keep Harry prisoner, I ordered breakfast in the morning.

The food wasn't horrible but it was no gourmet meal. I focused on Harry once again trying to call to him, it seemed to be no use. I pulled out my wand which I seldom used.

"Point me."

It spun and spun and then broke in half. I cried out in alarm. One piece was pointing the way I had come and the other was pointing west. I picked up the pieces and forced them to fuse back together with a bit of dark magic. I started west not using my wand anymore. For some reason my spouse seemed to be in two places.

I booked a flight; again with the aid of magic. When the plane flew over the ocean I began to feel Harry's presence more strongly. I headed to America. I searched without much success. He was maddeningly close but still too far away. I watched the muggles all around me. I had to hide from them! It made me furious like nothing else could. I spent my time in hotels performing various rituals each one being no use. I had to be careful with how much magic I used.

Dumbledore was back in England and if I drew any attention to myself, it would not be good. I had to figure out what this was, I had figure out where I was, if Harry was in two places than so was I and if this was the year the newspaper said it was then I did not want to run into myself. I was still maddened and I would have killed myself in an instant. I hoped Harry had the good sense to stay away from me.

Another two days went by with no success. I searched and found nothing. I had by no means given up but I had turned in early for the night feeling discouraged.

I went to sleep and was jolted awake quite suddenly. I felt a huge surge of familiar power. I zoned in on it and apparated rendering myself invisible in the process. I saw Harry standing in front of a group of hapless muggles he was erasing there memories of something. I smiled at his power. He was the best and the only person worthy of me.

I studied him he seemed alright there had been some kind of car accident. The muggles dispersed and Harry shook his head looking dizzy. I wanted to go to him but I wasn't sure how he would react. His memories had been returned and he might very well shoot the killing curse at me as soon as I appeared. I knew Harry was reasonable though he wouldn't be so angry with me. He most likely admired my cunning.

I watched a vampire come out of the surrounding trees and walk towards Harry. I was ready to attack but Harry didn't seem surprised to see him. He didn't look panicked or jumpy. I couldn't hear what was being said. There was a lot of staring going on. After another moment Harry got into the silver car that was parked on the side of the road.

I went in the other direction following Harry's magical signature to a house that was warded against vampires. I frowned at this, why ward the house if you were going to get in a car with one. I opened the door not surprised that Harry hadn't bothered with any other security spells. He was surrounded by muggles after all. I gasped when I saw a small pair of shoes. I sighed in relief my son was safe.

I closed the door and walked further into the house. Most certainly muggle, I went into each room. I nearly felt like I was snooping. I put the thought out of my head I was Lord Voldermort I answered to no one. I went into the first door on the right after climbing the stairs. It was a child's room all the furniture was scaled so one might think this was a house of dwarfs.

I closed the door and went in to the second room. It was poorly furnished the wood was white and there was a round yellow rug on the floor. The curtains where thin and also yellow, the floor was some type of honeyed color, not the best décor not that anyone would know I had a flair for interior design. I would skin anyone who dared to mention it alive.

I went out of the room and to the last two doors in the hall way. One was a linen closet and the other was a washroom also decorated in yellow and white. I closed the door and went back down the stairs. The kitchen was tiled in white and the curtains and mats were yellow. The table was made of a dark wood which seemed highly polished. Harry magical signature was all over the house.

The living room was the only room in the house that seemed to have a different color scheme. The couch was black and the carpet was black and the wall unit was black. Now some people might think this was more to my liking but it made the room seem small. I sighed not sure where Harry had gone or when he would be back or why he was not with my son.

I had many questions and I hoped that Harry had some of the answers. I had kept to myself not wanting to run into anyone. The chances of me being recognized were slim but the chances of me losing my temper and blowing some muggle to bits were high. I had worked endlessly and tirelessly to create the perfect world only to be thrown back into the beginning.

Being a Dark Lord was a thankless job. No one came to me and said thank you for saving our world. No one thanked me for saving there magic. The stupid fools did not realize what the mudbloods were doing to us. They were called mudbloods for a reason. If not for me in my time there would have hardly been any magic left. No one wanted to hear about blood politics though.

I had started out with speeches I had presented my findings to the Ministry of Magic and when none of that had worked I had moved on to more drastic measures. I was far from the homicidal maniac I had been, but I was ruthless and I would kill. I tired to make sure it was necessary to kill the person but if my temper got the better of me well…end game.

I wouldn't say that I had become soft, anyone out of line was dealt with swiftly and severely. I supposed one might argue that I had mellowed out. I was inclined to agree. If something like this had happened before I would have gone on a killing spree. I was surprised actually to find this little place intact. Harry had a horrible temper himself. We had taken on each other's traits over the years some of the good and some of the bad.

We balanced each other out. It was the birth of my son that had changed me the most. I wanted to leave him with a nice world to grow up in. Not that I would be dying, I didn't want to rule forever though. I wanted to create a kingdom and leave my son and his son and his son after to be royalty. I sat down on the couch finding that it was quite soft. I hadn't found any books and I did not watch television.

I spent many hours waiting for Harry to return. I was utterly bored I pulled out my wand and cast several images into the air. Then I played around with them until they faded. That had passed all of ten minutes. I needed to find a clock. I got up and went to the kitchen. There was a clock on the stove, it was two thirty in the afternoon. I walked around the house noting that it was not very big.

The entrance way to our palace could have easily fit four our five of this house. There was one door in the front and one door in the back. The windows were large enough to climb out of and also large enough to climb into. The house was surrounded by large trees not the greatest for visibility. The drive was long. I went through several mental exercises to distract myself.

I recited all the alphabet's I knew which were quite a bit. That passed another hour and a half. I began to pace, my mind was running wild with the possibilities of what could have happened. The door opened and I turned around to see Harry. His eyes filled with fear and he quickly placed our son on the floor and pushed him behind him. He drew his wand on me and I held my hands up in surrender.

"Tom!"

He sounded surprised and not at all happy to see me. Damien poked his head out and his face broke into a grin.

"Daddy!"

He tried to move but Harry held him place keeping his wand trained on me. I took a step forward and Harry raised his wand so it was level with my chest. I didn't want to make any sudden moves my eyes flicked down to Damien who was looking upset and then back to Harry who had the look of a caged animal. I sighed and put my hands down.

"So it has come to this. You are terrified of me."

Harry didn't respond he seemed determined to not react to me. I walked forward until the tip of Harry's wand was pushing in to my chest. He stared at me and then very slowly lowered his wand. He stopped holding back Damien who came over to me talking fast and excitedly so I couldn't understand what he said. I picked him up and hugged him close even kissing his forehead.

I had been terribly worried that something had happened to him. Harry backed up and continued to stare. I knew not to speak just yet. Harry didn't deal well with surprise. I went over to the living room and set Damien down. He climbed into my lap not wanting to be let down just yet. He continued to talk I caught a few words but not enough to string anything together. He went silent and I looked down to see my own scowl thrown back at me.

"That's' wonderful Damien, good boy."

He huffed and flopped back into my lap. He got my wand somehow. I was never sure how he managed to get it. He waved it around and produced a whole lot of colorful sparks. He was a powerful child I was endlessly proud of him. I let him continue on making sure he wasn't setting anything on fire. I was studying Harry from the corner of my eye and he had yet to move.

"Where were you?"

His voice was low and monotone. Which was not a good sign I was going to have some explaining to do, I was the one who demanded answers and not the other way around. Harry was not in the frame of mind for my brand of questioning though. He had a temper and at present I didn't want to set him off. Though there were times when I did it purposefully. Harry could be very interesting when angered.

"I was where you left me. I spent several days trying to find you. Why are you in two places?"

I hadn't meant to ask anything but the question had been on my mind. I wanted to get Harry calm so I could get some answers from him he was no good like this. I was sure he had a better idea of what was going on though. The carpet caught fire and I put it out quickly removing my wand from Damien's grip. I conjured some glow fairies and set Damien down to chase them placing cushioning spells around the room since he tended to get over excited and run into walls.

"How did you find me?"

Harry's voice sounded close and I turned around to find him standing next to me. I stood up and embraced him feeling uncannily happy to have him close. For the first few years I had kept him almost like one would keep a pet. I was happy to have beaten Harry Potter. I came to love him though and to eventually respect him. I had not realized that we had not been apart one day since that day I had found him.

I had missed him terribly. I had been unable to focus on much else but finding him. I let go and pushed him away. I had never wanted this to happen. Loving him like this was a weakness I was willing to die for him. I had never been willing to die for anything. He looked at me and then at Damien who had bounced of my cushioning charm. He had one of the fairies and it was laughing it self silly.

"You were wiping the muggles memories I felt the surge."

I smiled feeling a bit nostalgic. Harry was a sight to behold when in battle. We hadn't been in battle for a long time though. The world was quickly falling in to order my ideal some what realized. Harry had insisted that I not imprison or enslave the muggles. It had vexed me to no end that not wanting to harm muggles had been so deeply ingrained in him.

"Daddy!"

My leg was grabbed and I wondered how my son even recognized me. I looked at least twelve years younger. I picked him up and he sighed and put his head down. I supposed it was time for his nap. Harry took him from me and headed the other way. I followed him up the stairs and watched him tuck our son into the child's size bed.

"So there are two of you as well."

I nodded. I would assume so. I didn't want to run into the other me though and from Harry's reaction he did not want to run into the other me either. He looked at me and his eyes narrowed as they always did when he was thinking.

"Why spouses?"

I took a step back. Harry was looking me dead in the eyes. Which were now blue, the same blue that Damien's eyes would change to at times. I blinked and Harry smirked waiting for an answer knowing that he was making me uncomfortable. I walked around him and out of the room closing the door behind me. Harry was of course ready for that.

"Tom. Why did you tell me we were spouses did you fancy me?"

He was taunting me now and that caused me a small amount of relief. If he was taunting me than he wasn't nearly as angry as I had anticipated. I took a step forward and he backed up. I pushed him into the wall and kissed him passionately. I was surprised at myself I ravaged him and when I couldn't breath anymore and he was panting harshly I pulled away.

"Yes I fancied you."

Harry's gaze was smoldering I kissed him again and he moved and opened the door. We tumbled into the bedroom and on to the bed. Clothes were quickly lost and in no time I was buried in my favorite place in all the world. Harry sighed and fell back I collapsed kissing wherever my lips could reach. Harry moved so I he was sitting up dislodging me completely. He smiled and I smirked. It was my personal mission in life to keep Harry satisfied.

"Why did you fancy me?"

I flopped down on the bed only allowing myself to be so uncouth in front of my spouse. He was going to torture me with this. I flipped onto my back and stared at the ceiling. There was a crack in it. I thought back to when this had all started. I had just been reborn and was weak and frail. My mind was still clouded and I wasn't entirely all there.

I had felt stronger that day than on most days. I was beginning to fell my arms and legs once more. It took all my effort to move but I managed it. I conjured a full length mirror and I nearly collapsed from the simple spell. I looked at myself and I was horrified by what I saw. I collapsed my legs giving out. I was a skeletal creature that didn't look remotely human.

Wormtail found me like that and put me once again in the chair. I buried myself in my robes not emerging very often. I was sickened by myself. I spent the next few months growing stronger and reading every book I could get my hands on. In the end, I found a ritual that had promise.

It required the ritual slaughter of two hundred virgins. I organized a search and gather at once. It took two months to gather them all. The ceremony was actually quite gruesome. It very nearly turned my stomach. It had been worth it to obtain a body. A spirit after all could not do very much damage. Each one was bleed dry. A large stone room had been designed for the ritual complicated patterns were drawn on the floor. Each victim was placed on a podium and then cut eight times with a silver knife.

The blood poured into the intricate designs. I stood in a deep pit in the middle of the room. When the basin was full and I was positively drowned in blood, the spell was cast and I was reborn. I had awoken full of life and vigor. The red eyes were permanent everything else had been completely transformed. I was young again and I was desirable. I went on a sort of sexual spree taking anyone I wanted. I was never refused.

I began to dream of Harry. I began to dream of taking Harry. I fantasized about dominating him, owning him and making him my slave, then he had fallen right into my lap. Harry wasn't exactly difficult to desire he was sex personified. He was looking at me expecting an answer and I fought a blush. Harry always teased me for falling into these long reminiscings. I sat up with my back facing Harry.

"There was no reason. I just fancied you."

Harry snorted and got out of the bed and walked out the room. I followed after him a few moments later knowing that he was gone to take a shower. I slid into the tub not enjoying its size at all. Harry handed me the soap without looking at me. By no means was I off the hook then. Harry was going to try and force me to explain myself.

"I'm not sorry."

He turned around his green eyes blazing. He had never been able to hide what he was feeling from me. I watched each emotion go through those beautiful orbs. Shock, anger, love, hate, and then his eyes went blank. He nodded once and got out of the shower leaving me holding the soap. When I was finished he was no where to be seen. I toweled off and went back to the bedroom. Harry was lying on the bed in a pair of loose drawstring pants and staring at the ceiling.

I went into the closet and transfigured a pair of sweats into boxers. When I went back into the bedroom Harry was still in the same position. He looked as if he hadn't even blinked. I sat on the edge of the bed having nothing to look at but the yellow wall. I listened to him breathe, I listened to the sounds of the night. I wasn't used to having to explain myself. I told Harry what I was going to do and he usually went along with it not needing much more information. Unless it involved our son.

"I never expected you to be sorry."

I nodded and turned around only to find that Harry still had not moved. I dropped backwards so I was lying beside him and staring at the ceiling. I hadn't been nearly as tall at sixteen as I was now or as I was in the future and it was difficult to adjust to everything not being so very far away.

"What did you expect then?"

There was no response. I continued to stare at the ceiling feeling that I would soon memorize each crack and line. Harry rolled on top of me and stared at me in an unnerving way. He sat up so he was straddling my waist. Then he began to run his hand down my bare chest causing me to shiver.

"Do you have any idea what you've done? Can you comprehend the pain you are putting me through?"

I gulped not liking the position I was in suddenly. Something sparked in Harry's eyes and I balked trying to move suddenly only to be pinned down. Harry got up and I found that I couldn't turn my head I was being forced to stare at the ceiling now. It didn't seem nearly as interesting. I heard the door open and close. I waited for Harry to come back. I waited and waited until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore and then it was morning.

I sighed canceling the spells holding me down. I tried to move and then tried to cancel the spells again. It didn't work. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, then the sound of my son's voice. I called for Harry and was ignored. I would not stand for this. I was Lord Voldermort! I tried once more to cancel the spells. I had not believed that Harry was more powerful than me, until right now.

I heard footsteps going back down the stairs. Then the smell of frying bacon assaulted my nose. I stopped struggling and just closed my eyes. Harry would have to come here he would need to change his clothes. He could not ignore me forever. He came into the room holding our son. He put him down on the bed and the small child immediately climbed onto me until we were face to face.

He smiled brightly holding a stuffed bear in one hand. My eyes lingered on the bear wondering when he had gotten it. He hit my face and giggled. I rolled my eyes quickly losing my patience but not being able to do anything about it.

"Daddy!"

I smiled and he hugged me and gave me a goopy kiss on the cheek. I blinked my son never kissed me. Harry came back from the closet I couldn't see him because I still couldn't turn my head. Damien turned at once though and smiled. He waved bye to me and I saw the side of Harry's face briefly when he picked him up. He turned swiftly and then they were both out of my sight again.

I heard the door close and then footsteps on the stairs once more. I heard another door close and then I felt powerful wards erected around the house. I tired to move but to no avail. I wanted to scream but I couldn't open my mouth. I sighed and began to count in each language that I knew. I reached one million in German and sighed. I had not wanted to cause Harry pain at least not anymore.

I had been amazed when he had killed Ron and then Hermione, and finally nearly all of his year. The thought had crossed my mind that Harry would be upset if he ever remembered what those people had been to him. It had not crossed my mind that he would be hurt. At the time I hadn't really cared. I cared now and for the first time I felt guilty for what I had done to him. I felt guilty and I had never felt guilty before.

"Oh Tom how nice of you to stick around."

"Daddy look look!"

I was jumped on and a picture of something that had been scribbled all over was thrust into my face. I squinted at it not entirely sure what to make of the multi-colored mess. I tried to sit up and I was suddenly able to move. My son slipped down into my lap. He giggled and thrust the picture at me once more. I took it not sure what he wanted. He was looking at me expectantly. I smiled and he beamed.

"Very nice work. What is it?"

He began at once. I didn't get much only that it was a picture for me. I patted his head and thanked him and he beamed once more. He tugged at my hand and I got up. He took my hand, well he really took about two of my fingers in his small hand and began to walk. He led me down the stairs and into the kitchen. I stared at the fridge and he said up.

I picked him up and I could have sworn he rolled his eyes at me. I heard Harry chuckle he took the picture from my hand and stuck it to the fridge. Once I really looked at the fridge I wondered how I had missed that it was covered in these scribbled bits of paper Damien beamed.

"Harry I…"

Harry cut me off somehow looking at Damien without looking at me even tough I was holding him.

"What do you want for dinner sweetie?"

Damien yelled cookies and Harry smiled and took him from my arms. He set him down in a high chair and placed some toys around him. I took a seat at the table and watched Harry dig some frozen chicken out of the freezer.

"Daddy where you go?"

I looked at my son. He was holding the same bear and the toys Harry had placed around him were edging towards the table trying to escape.

"I was in Spain."

"Span?"

I nodded and Damien beamed. He looked at me seriously for a moment and then asked another question.

"What span?"

I sighed not wanting to lose my temper. I explained that Spain was a country. I was then asked what a country was. I explained that and was then asked what a city was. Harry placed a plate in front of Damien smirking at me. Damien smiled and dug in. I always explained my answers in too much detail which prompted Damien to ask me more questions.

I didn't know how to speak to a child. I wasn't able to simplify anything. A plate was placed in front of me and I blinked at it expecting poison. Harry smirked like he knew what I was thinking. He most likely did. He dug in and began to ask Damien what he done today with Nanette. At once my son began to babble.

"Who is Nanette?"

I was ignored by Harry but Damien answered not that I understood any of it. I was sure that Nanette was not a nenen whatever that was. Harry directed Damien's attention away from me and spent the entire meal talking to him. He took my plate when I was barley finished and put it in the sink. He set the dishes to wash and picked up Damien. I sat at the table. Harry was trying to provoke me. I went back up the stairs feeling like I was walking on egg shells. He was putting Damien to bed.

"Daddy!"

I resisted sighing and forced a smile for Damien, he was a perceptive child.

"Goodnight Damien."

He shook his head and I went in to the room. He walked over the book shelf and pulled down a book that seemed a little heavy for him. I took it from him and he grabbed my hand and walked over to his little bed climbing on to it and moving over so I could sit. I sat down and looked at the book he had selected. 'little mermaid.' I never read him children's tales. I read history books and quoted ethics at him.

I opened the book to find a large picture of a red headed mermaid. Damien climbed in to my lap and pointed at the words. I sighed and began to read the little mermaid. When the story was finished Damien was asleep in my lap. I put him under the covers and kissed his forehead. I turned to face Harry who had been standing in the door way the entire time.

"I'm sorry."

Harry shook his head and turned and walked away. I followed him into the bedroom he shed his clothes and got under the covers.

"You're not sorry Tom."

Harry's tone of voice brooked no arguments but I was never one to back down. I took a seat on the bed and took Harry's hand. He tried to pull away at once but I held it firmly and he went limp.

"I'm not sorry for what I did. If I hadn't of done it then I wouldn't have you and we wouldn't have our son. I am sorry that I hurt you. I never…I didn't want to…I'm sorry I caused you more pain."

He didn't turn around but his hand gripped mine strongly. I was actually sorry. I had never once regretted anything. I had never once considered the consequences for anyone else. My main focus had always been what was in it for me. I had wanted Harry and I had taken him. Now I was frightened I would lose him. I didn't know when it had happened but I couldn't imagine a life with out Harry in it.

"I love you."

I knew that Harry loved me he said it enough and I scoffed at him. I had never told him I loved him before. I had realized that I did but I had never wanted to tell him. I did not want to give him that power over me. I realized now that he had it anyway whether or not I told him that I loved him. He flipped around so I could finally see his face.

"OK."

I was stunned. He move closer and kissed me once then he snuggled into me and went to sleep.

"Ok?"

In the morning I was woken up by my son. I scooped him up and headed to the washroom. Harry followed me looking unsure. I had never bathed my son before. I was feeling a little light today like we could set everything back to how it had been before. I filled the tub with hot water. Harry grabbed Damien before I could put him in the tub and turned on the cold water.

"Are you trying to boil him or bath him?"

Damien laughed and I looked at the water. I liked it hot wouldn't Damien enjoy a nice hot bath? Harry smirked at me and turned off the cold water. He put Damien in it and conjured a few rubber duckies. Damien seemed happy enough. He handed me some type of soap in a bottle and a soft cloth.

"Try it now."

I took the soap and learned that a wet two year old was quite slippery. I was soaked when I was finally finished. I glared at Harry who was chuckling and kissed Damien's cheek. Damien was outright laughing at me. I dried him off with a spell and then dressed him promptly. He squinted his eyes at me and I felt my skin tingle.

"What did you do?"

I was giggled at and then he turned and ran and hid behind Harry's leg. He kept peeking at me and than giggling like mad. I turned to look in the mirror. I was not sure what he had done. Every few seconds my hair would change color and then light up like a Christmas tree. I laughed and Damien ran back over to me.

"Excellent work!"

"Yay!"

I canceled the spell and Damien pouted at me. I kissed his cheek and he giggled. Harry laughed and told me to come downstairs. I put Damien down who grabbed hold of my hand and led me in to the living room. He went to the corner and pulled out a big book and a colorful cardboard box. He set them on the floor and then came back and led me over. He pulled on my hand until I sat down then he crawled into my lap.

"Daddy color."

"Color?"

He nodded and opened the box to reveal colorful sticks of wax. He handed me one and opened the large book. I stared at the…what was that supposed to be? I began to color and Damien huffed and took my hand and drew it across the paper so there was a long streak of blue. He nodded and picked out his own stick of wax then began to scribble all over the page.

"Wow Tom that's great you're really creative."

I had been imitating my son and just drawing random patterns on the paper. Harry picked up Damien who dropped his stick of wax on my head and headed to the kitchen. I cleaned up tearing out the picture and bringing it to the fridge. Damien clapped from his seat Harry kissed him and placed a plate of cut up omelets in front of him. Then he sat down with two plates and pushed one over to me.

"When did you learn how to cook?"

"Before."

Harry looked down and his jaw became tense. We ate in relative silence. Damien was the only person who would break the silence with the occasional comment. Harry put all the plates in the sick and then something in the house chimed. A door bell? He went to the door and I followed picking up Damien from his seat. He said hi and I found out what a nenen was.

The smiling muggle waved at my son and winked. She took me in for a long moment then turned to Harry completely ignoring me. I bristled I went closer waiting for her to introduce her self hoping she had some semblance of manners.

"Who's your friend Harry?"

Harry turned to look at me and then turned back around.

"He's not my friend, he's my husband."

Nenen's eyes winded and she looked at me again. Her eyes filled with fear. I narrowed my eyes at her. What could this muggle know about me? I took a step forward and Harry moved in front of her blocking her from my view. I heard him tell her quietly to wait outside. I saw her head bob and then she went out the door closing it quietly behind her. I put Damien down and he went over to Harry. I went to speak but Harry beat me to it.

"We have to stay here. I don't want any arguments. I have never questioned you and just this once you're going to listen to me and do what I say!"

I nodded before I really thought about it and Harry smiled. I felt a sharp pain in my head. I was not used to being obedient even for Harry. He got Damien dressed and then brought him outside. He came back alone.

"Where is my son?"

Harry's eyes glinted and he started back up the stairs. I followed him and he ignored me.

"Harry?"

He sighed heading to the washroom.

"Nanette is his baby sitter. I have to go to school in the day and now so do you. We need to lay low and that means staying here and acting like muggles."

Act like muggles? This was my worst nightmare. I had spent the first few years of my life acting like a muggle. Then I had tortured them whenever I could. Muggles were terrible abusive creatures.

"How could you leave our son with that…with that…thing!"

Harry shook his head slightly and went on to the washroom. I followed him and when he didn't answer me I grabbed him and spun him around. He did something that made my hands feel like there were on fire and then I flew back into the door.

"You don't get to ask me that Tom. I wouldn't leave Damien with anyone dangerous. Which is why I can't leave him with you!"

That was low. I was sure that some of the hurt I felt had bleed through to my face because Harry looked guilty at once. I was tiring him I could see it now. He was waiting for me to explode and demand that everyone be exterminated. That didn't seem like a bad idea maybe that would…no it would just attract me Voldermort.

"I didn't mean that Tom. I'm sorry."

I nodded accepting that he had meant it and that he had not meant it. I wouldn't trust myself around Damien either. Well Voldermort, I was going to have to find a way to refer my other self. I joined Harry in the shower and found him crying. I held him and he flinched terribly and tried to pull away. I shushed him and he calmed himself becoming still after another moment.

He pulled away from me and went on with his shower handing me the soap like nothing had happened. He threw an outfit at me and I put it on. Not enjoying the silence but happy that he was no longer crying. He went outside and locked up. A silver car was waiting on the street. Harry waved for me to follow. I did so not very happy to see the vampire and the muggle girl.

"This is Tom he's my boyfriend."

The vampire nodded and the muggle girl scowled. I took a deep breath prepared to placate Harry. I smiled at the girl and the vampire introducing myself. The girl smiled stiffly and I sat back and looked out the window. I watched Harry whose eyes seemed to be locked with the vampires. I scowled and looked back out the window noting that the vampire didn't seem interested in staring at anyone but Harry.

"Will your car be fixed soon Harry?"

"By tonight actually."

The vampire nodded curtly. The atmosphere was tense in the car and I didn't like it. I got out as soon as it was parked and went around to open the door for Harry. The muggle girl got out and stared at me. I smiled once more and she looked away. The vampire came over and held out his hand. I shook his hand in the stupid muggle custom.

"Edward, nice to meet you, this is Bella, my girlfriend."

"Charmed."

He squeezed my hand with a bit of undue pressure and then let go. He walked off with his girlfriend, seeming to try and stay as far away from her as possible. I turned to Harry, a question on the tip of my tongue.

"I don't know so don't bother asking?"

I nodded and followed Harry into the school. He led me to the office were a slightly overweight middle aged muggle smiled and handed me a pink slip of paper. She advised me that I had the same schedule as Harry. I followed him to the first class. I spotted two other vampires and the one that had been driving as well as the muggle girl. I made eye contact with each one. They each nodded I took a seat beside Harry. The teacher came in and I was asked to introduce myself.

I felt a bit like I was in a horror movie but no one else was frightened. I spent the first class examining Harry who seemed to be engrossed in his book. I knew he wasn't this book was trash. The next class was very similar I was forced to introduce myself and there were two more vampires. How many of them were here? I watched Harry and noticed that his eyes glazed over. He went very still in his seat and I knew somehow that he wasn't here anymore. Something was happening to him.

I touched his hand lightly but he didn't respond he just kept looking forward. He blinked after some time and then gripped his desk tightly the bell rang and he jumped slightly. I spent the entire day watching Harry and he seemed to go into these trances a total of three times. Twice I had seen him staring wide eyed across the hall at nothing. The vampire came over and I pushed Harry behind me not sure why I was doing it.

He smiled at me and I wanted to kill him all at once. I mastered myself remembering that Harry was right. We had to blend in here and not draw any attention to ourselves until something happened. He looked around me smirking. Maybe I could just catch him on fire for a moment. If I could just get him outside then maybe I could lure him away and than have some fun.

"Do you need a ride to the shop is your car ready?"

Harry came from behind shoving me a bit and huffing.

"If it wouldn't be too much trouble."

The vampire nodded and I agreed with the muggles scowl at the two. The way they stared at each other…it made me feel itchy underneath my skin. He dropped us off at the shop and Harry went over to a black car. He thanked the vampire politely and then drove home. My son was waiting with the muggle at the door. He ran over and I scooped him up into my arms.

I had never been so happy to see him. Today had felt like everything was coming apart. Harry had been loopy and distant. I kissed Damien's cheek enjoying it's softness and his fresh scent. I went into the house while Harry talked to Nanette a little ways down the drive. He came in after a few minutes. Damien was chasing the fairies I had conjured for him.

I stared at Harry and he stared back then he went into the kitchen to get started on dinner. Damien smacked into the wall and bounced off the charm giggling like mad. I picked him up again and vanished the fairies. He began to talk to me about nenen I smiled and nodded, commenting when he paused to breathe. Harry yelled that dinner was ready. Once Damien was in bed I grabbed Harry needing to feel him under me he pulled away from me and went down stairs.

I stared at the wall for a moment and then went down the stairs as well. He was sitting on the couch staring at the t.v that wasn't on.

"Harry what was happening to you at school? What's happening now, I don't understand."

He made a gesture for me to sit down beside him. I did as he wanted and he laid his head on my shoulder.

"I've been having flash backs. There are aggressive and sometimes I see Ron, sometimes I see Hermione. They're just standing there plain as day. I've had flash backs of you. You tried to kill me several times. You tired to kill my friends. You killed my mom and dad. I still love you even knowing all of that and it's making me wonder just what kind of person I am that I could still love you after all that you've done?"

I didn't know how to answer that. I had done what I had done and I couldn't undo any of it now. I was slightly unhinged at the time but that was no excuse.

"I am sorry for causing you pain I truly am but I can't change what has been done."

Harry didn't seem to be listening to me. His hands were clenched into tight fists.

"Valeel sent us here."

I had heard that name once before in a dark tavern. There had been a group of vampires sitting in a corner one had mentioned his name and then there was a scuffle and all had left. Other than that name I had no idea who Valeel was. If he was some type of vampire than he wouldn't have the power to send us here. I said as much and Harry looked away from me with barely concealed panic. I grabbed his chin and pointed his face towards me.

"What is it? What aren't you telling me?"

Harry pulled away from me and stood up. He had changed completely he was a curious mixture of the man I loved and the boy I had…destroyed. I gulped feeling a lump in my throat. He began to pace something he only did in my presence when he was extremely nervous. He started and then stopped shaking his head and taking a moment to reformulate his words. He tried again only to stop once more.

I waited knowing he would get to it eventually and that any intervening would only cause him to explode. He was so tightly wound some times that I looked Zen in comparison. I wasn't Zen though I was anal in the extreme I doubled and tripled checked everything I did. He stopped finally and turned to face me. He looked a little like he was preparing for battle.

"We have made a mistake. We miscalculated badly. Valeel is a magical vampire and he means to set us on the right path. He thinks we are going to destroy the world if we keep running it the way we have been and he sent me back in time to stop you from doing it."

My mind had gotten stuck on the words magical vampire. I stood not sure what it was I meant to do. Was I going to run was I going to hide, no I wasn't going to hide. I was going to go and…

"You can't attack them, there is a whole city of them. They've been taking muggles and hiding them from us. There could be thousands of them and even if there wasn't even if there was only three or four we are no match for them. They've been alive longer than us. We…we…lost Tom… it's finished."

I stood there trying to force myself to understand what Harry had just told me.

"No."

Harry shook his head sadly and embraced me. I held him for a moment and then I pushed him away.

"NO!"

Harry went still. He was preparing himself for it. It wasn't going to happen though I wasn't going to throw a fit. I took a deep breath and sat down. I hung my head raking both hands through my hair a habit I had picked up from Harry at some point. It was not over I never lost!

"Come to bed Harry."

He nodded and headed up the stairs. I followed feeling a bit like I was in a dream. In the morning I would wake and I would be home. I didn't let Harry get any sleep. I needed to be distracted and the only place that wiped all troubles from my mind was inside my spouse. He was exhausted by morning and when the door bell rang he fell asleep. I got up and went to get my son throwing on a quickly transfigured rob.

I put him in bed with Harry and went to open the door. Nanette smiled at me and I waved her in as she closed the door. She turned to me her eyes widening in alarm just the way I liked.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"TOM!

A/N: Tom is back and he's not going down without a fight. Will he destroy the town will Nanette live to see her family free? Will Bella and Edward talk once more stay tuned for more Dragon Ball Z! Sorry I've always wanted to do that. Lol

Next Chapter: Edward explains some things to his family and to Bella.