Disclaimer: Okay, thrice the charm, and I'm not going to repeat this I'm not JKR, Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. This story does, my computer does, and quite a lot of other things do, but not Harry Potter, unfortunately. But, hey, JKR, if you're reading this and want to change it, I wouldn't object!

Laws and Truth

Two weeks of living in the same rooms as Morgan without outside interruption had changed something within Harry. It had been two weeks of nappy-changing, spoon-force-feeding (the girl was picky. Way too picky. Don't ask about bananas), reading stories, explaining things, and Harry felt like he'd never want to change his life again.

Morgan occupied him one hundred percent, except for the rare times she spent reading, while he cooked lunch or dinner.

It also had been two weeks of being called "Dad". His heart still lifted every time she used that word.

He'd never realized how much he had wanted a family of his own until he'd met Morge. She left him absolutely no time to ponder his situation, his friends, or anything, really.

He should have known Ole Tom had an ulterior motive.

After two weeks that had been too good to last - while also being the most exhausting time he'd ever had - the Dark Lord showed up again.

Harry had been reading to Morge, another book, one with wizarding fairy tales.

"So, had a good time, son?"

He gritted his teeth. Lately, the Dark Lord had a tendency to make him do that.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Then, the Dark Lord took out his wand, flipped the book out of his hands and pulled Morge away from him.

"Leave her alone!"

"Ah... that's the beauty of it. You join me, she'll grow up happy and loved, with you. You don't, and, well... Crucio."

A split second, and Morgan was screaming.

"You monster."

"Yes, yes I am. What made you recognize that? The fact that I have slits for eyes and my nose is halfway gone?"

He grinded his teeth. What should he do? Betray his friends, or let Morgan be tortured... his friends were his friends. They meant everything to him, and he'd known them for years. He'd only known Morge for two weeks. But Morgan... she was full of life, and still so small, and so clever, and she was family, the only real blood family he had.

The Dursley's didn't count. And she called him Dad.

"I'll join you. But don't think I've got any reason but making sure that Morgan grows up happy amd safe."

Happier than I ever was, he added in his head.

Voldemort smirked.

The next few weeks, he spent caring for the little girl, still locked in the room without his wand, anxiously awaiting being inducted into Voldie's Circle.

He didn't want to. There had to be another solution, like just taking Morgan and going back.

Another door had appeared - he could make potions, now.

Hell of a lot of good it did.

His plans to flee were interrupted by a law book he found on the breakfast table one morning. It detailed what should happen to "creatures created in Dark Rituals".

Everyone was not only allowed, but obligated to kill them. They weren't seen as human or even sentient. It was a common practice to torture them to death, he found in another book.

Yet another showed that one of the people who had pushed for this law had been Albus Dumbledore.

Well, that put an end to all plans to flee. He couldn be sure that someone would just kill Morge if he went back. He didn't want her to get killed. She was his responsibility, now. She wasn't even two years old. He wouldn't get her killed and tortured.

Of course, there was the off-chance that the information was wrong.

He'd found instructions for Veritaserum and its counter in a book. Brewing didn't take too long.

When Voldiesnort came the next time, he was ready. Morge was in the library, reading.

"I read something in a book, my Lord." Using that adress had become normal. He had to, otherwise Voldie wouldn't react.

"Anything interesting?"

"I want you to subject yourself to Veritaserum."

"Why should I, son?" It grated on his nerves, that adress.

"Because I have to know whether you manipulated any of the knowledge in the books."

"Couldn't I just have manipulated the recipe for Veritaserum?" Voldie grinned. A clear indicator that he enjoyed this.

"I know a bit, and if I join you, I'll get my stuff afterwards. Then, I'll double-check the recipe."

"Ah, well. So, let's bring it on."

"I'll test you for the counter-potion and resistance first."

"Clever, m'boy. Clever."

Apparently, having Morge around had been good for the Dark Tosser's sanity.

Harry checked. He was pretty sure the spells worked. No counter-potion, no resistance.

He spilled two drops of his self-made Veritaserum into the other's drink.

"Drink."

Voldie grinned, and drowned it all in one big gulp.

"What's your birth name?"

"Tom Marvolo Riddle. After my father and my mother's father."

"Did you change any of the information in the library right here?"

"There's an old book I scribbled into when I was still a pupil. Other than that, nothing."

"Did you manipulate or withhold any information concerning the laws governing sentient beings made in Dark Rituals?"

"I did not. At least not knowingly. They haven't been repelled, they haven't been changed, and they likely won't be as long as Dumbledork's in office."

Damn.

"Do they say that exactly what was written in the book "Modern Laws governing Sentient Creatures and their Discussion"?"

"You mean the book I left on your breakfast table a few weeks ago?"

Harry held up the book.

"Yes, they are worded exactly like in this book, except for one misspelled word. I remember that it annoyed me, but I forgot what it was."

He couldn't think of any more loopholes that might have been left.

He gave Voldie the counter.

"Bloody hell."
"Don't swear. Morge might hear you." Voldemort was so enjoying this.

"She can't. I hope, at least."

A voice came from the library.

"BLOODY HELL!"

He and Voldemort shared a long look.

"How is it that children always pick up those words you don't want them to pick up?"

"I have no idea. Come on, let's lecture my granddaughter on the proper use of words."