"Pregnant? Are you sure?" Sirius gasped. Harry was sitting on the bed, resting his head on Remus' shoulders. The wolf let out a disgruntled growl at his lover.

"Yes, I am bloody sure Sirius. Healer Mathew said so!" He snarled as he held onto Harry tighter, Sirius stopped and looked at him blinking.

"I'm 's just a shock. We have been trying for so long I didn't think. With that poison ..." Sirius continued as he sat in front of them. He reached out and touched Harry's head as he took Remus' hand and smiled at him.

A Month Later…

Harry was sitting in the library when Draco walked in, thinking Harry hadn't noticed him, he stood behind him and lowered his head to bite into Harry's neck. Draco jerked, shocked as he got face full of water from the end of Harry's wand. "Ah! Potter what do you think you're doing?" he grouched. The dark haired teen looked up at him with a smiled on his lips, as watching the young vampire cast drying spell over himself. When he was dry he once again next to Harry.

"Come on! he begged, "We've been stuck in here for a whole month. I'm bored, let's do something!"

Harry tilted his head as if to ask, 'like what?'

"I don't know something fun…sex?"

'No!' Harry mouthed as he pointed the mark on his hip. Draco sighed and leant on the arm of the chair.

"Can I see it?" He pleaded, when harry shook his head. "Oh come on! not many people get marked as a Dark Lord's consort."

Biting his lip Harry pulled his shirt up and lowered his jeans just a little and showed the blonde the tattoo. "Wow! that's beautiful compared to my one." It was a rose with a snake curled around it. "So I can't .ave sex with you or you with me because of that," he pointed to the tattoo before lying on the floor against Harry's chair, "What is a guy got to do to get fucked around here?"

"I hoped young man, you could at least wait until you are 16 before spreading your legs like a whore," came a drawl. Rolling his eyes, Draco pushed himself up on his elbows and looked at the blonde in the doorway.

"Thank you Father. What way to make your son feel loved." He said sarcastically. Harry just looked up at thm both with a frown.

"Draco, I know you're a vampire now but please do as Mr Potter does and keep it in your pants until such time you find yourself a husband or a wife."

Standing up Draco walked over to him and tilted his head before turning to look at Harry,"See you later Pothead."

'Bye Blondy' Harry mouthed as he watched Draco push passed his father and stalk out the room.

Luicus turned to look at Harry and watched the teen drink nervously from the glass of water standing on the side table next to him. The teen looked up at him and frowned,. Lucius remarked, "I find it interesting how you and my son are friends." Harry gave him a blank look, "Well, you two are something but talking Severus ..." Harry hissed at him

"Don't use that language with me. You may be the Dark Lord's consort but you are still a child," Lucius reprimanded him. "As I was saying, you and Draco are now connected on some level."

'So?' he whispered.

"My son seems to have become a nympho and do not like the idea of him becoming pregnant at 15 and unmarried." Harry twisted in his seat when he realised that Lucius was standing right in front of him.

'And?' Harry mouthed,feeling himself tremble. The blonde reached out and stroked Harry's cheek with a caring smile. Harry held his breath as he felt the long fingers.

"Why can't he be a little more like you?" He whispered, Harry froze and started to feel panic bubble under his skin. "I can see why our Lord wants you in his bed."

"And if you want to keep your head Lucius, you will move away from my consort," a cool voice came from behind them. Harry jumped the moment Lucius moved away with worried eyes. The teen moved over to the Dark Lord and stood by his side. Voldemort reached out, making Harry look up at him, "Don't worry love, I'm not mad at you,.Why don't you go and find your family." he said leaning down and kissing him on the lips.

Severus walked through the Hall way. He was on his way to see the Dark Lord as he had some worrying news about Dumbledore who was now trying find a way to get Harry back. He stopped dead when he saw Harry standing frozen, looking at him in the hall. He didn't know what to do. He could feel the pain and panic washing over Harry though the vampire bond. They looked at each other, waiting to see who would move first.

Snape swallowed everything that was threating to choak him as he looked at the thin boy. "I'm sorry," he whispered sadly. "I didn't want to do that to you." Harry eyes widened as Snape talked. "I don't deserve your forgiveness and I think you should tell The Council about what I've done. I deserve to put to death," he said as he took a step closer. Harry could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Looking at the man, that haunted his nightmares with firey images, made him feel sick.

"I want to try and make up for what I did. Your voice, I will fixed your voice," Hh told him as he came closer and stood inches from him. "Please, let me fix your voice?" he begged as he reached out and took his hands. Harry gasped as he looked at the vampire, now on his knees.

Harry started to make panicky noises as he tried to get out of the man's grasp. He felt his chest tighten as he as he the vampire's wrapped around his middle and his crying face bury itself in the boy's stomach, 'P…Please stop.' he hissed. Tears started to fall down his cheeks. Snape looked up at him and touched the pale face.

"I'm sorry .You're not your father. How could you be with the heart like hers?" Snape pulled his wand out and Harry flinched seeing the long slender stick. He remembered every curse and hex that came out of that wand. Severus placed the tip of the wand on Harry's throat and whispered. The teen felt the inside of his throat burn and he began to panic. He held his hands to his neck and looked fearful at the potion master as he stood up, "I know some of the problem is mentally and that is on me Harry. But so you know, Dumbledore is willing to get you back. Even if it means forcing a binding contract between you and me." Harry's eyes widened as he looked at the dark haired man.

'Why?' Harry mouthed with panic.

"Because he thinks it's the only way to get you to come back. You, then, would have to be near me! If you really are to be the Dark Lord's consort then you should do it sooner rather than later. Before Dumbledore picks his last option."

Harry looked down at the floor feeling himself want to break down "Be safe my dear nephew," Seveerus whispered as he kissed Harry's forehead and disappeared down the hall out of sight, leaving Harry trying to breathe as he had a panic attack.

It was Draco who found him passed out in the Hall. The blonde rushed over to him and found Harry was hot and clammy to touch. He picked up the still too thin teen and ran towards the healer's rooms, he knew Matt was there seeing Remus. He held Harry close to him, a worry bloomed in his chest that he only ever felt for his mother or father, never for someone else. But he and Harry were connected through the vampire bond making them almost like brothers, he realised.

Pushing through the door ,Draco looked at the healer as he finished up with Remus. "I found him like this," He gasped as the healer took Harry out of Draco's arms and looked down at him. "He was passed out in the hall and he is feeling hot and clammy," he told Matt. Remus got off the bed and moved quickly to his cub.

"W…What happen?" he asked

"Panic attack, I would guess. See he's been crying annnd…Ummm how odd, someone tried to heal his damage voice," Matt said. He turned to Draco and asked "How many vampires does the Dark Lord have?"

"Me, Harry… we're new, and uncle Sev."

"The man who did this?" Matt asked. Both Remus and Draco nodded as the healer pulled the covers up to Harry chest and looked at them, "Okay. Well the spell is work ing but it would work better if he wasn't a vampire."

"What do you mean?" Remus asked as he held Harry's hands.

"It's like me asking you to drink alcohol. It has very little effect on you and with this spell it will take a while."

"How long?"

"Don't know. Could take months."