Compulsion | Harry Potter and Voldemort Mpreg |

Compulsion {Chapter 11} All of Sixth year.

Harry was never more grateful for summer. He could be in his lover's arms again. He had gotten better since the Ministry and Sirius' death. He still had to go to the Dursley's but only for a few hours. He said his goodbyes to Hermione and Ron. When he got back to the house he put his stuff in his room and waited till he was called to cook their supper. Grinning he grabbed a vial of potion from his trunk and stuck it into his pocket. It was the same compulsion potion Voldemort had used on him. It would allow him to leave; making the Dursley's think he's still there and lie should someone ask about him. At least until they leave. Adding it to the food his gave it to them and left to his room. Grabbing his trunk he held the portkey and landed back into the entry hall of the dusty manor.

He smiled and called a house-elf to take his trunk to his room. Running up the stairs he made his way into the office were Voldemort no doubt was. He grinned and knocked on the door and hopped his way inside when he heard the call to enter.

"Honey, I'm home."

Voldemort raised his brow and glared. "Never call me that again."

"Aw, you ruin all my fun." Harry walked over and sat on the desk, leaning down he kissed his lover.

"I'm sure."

Harry laughed and shimmied down onto his lover's lap. Leaning back he watched as Voldemort continued working; he closed his eyes and welcomed the calm and contented silence in his love's presence.

"Do you want to talk about what happened? Lucius informed me that your godfather had shown up."

Harry sighed. There went the morning. "No, not really." He looked down at the arm around his waist. "I encountered Hermione in the common room. I walked past her and made it seem like I had a nightmare. I started muttering about the Ministry and ran. She followed me and when she lost me she must have went to Dumbledore. How Sirius came in I don't know. We got there and got the prophecy, smashed it. Which by the way, felt freeing and we started to leave when he came in. I told them to leave and we had words, dueled and I killed him. End of story."

Voldemort sighed inwardly. He knew this affected him worse than he was letting on but he wasn't about to push it. "Alright. Come, let's eat."

Harry nodded, thankful his lover didn't push him. He didn't want to talk about, it's done and he accepted it. Wrapping his arm around Voldemort's, the two headed down for supper together.

. . : . : . .

It was already a month into summer when Voldemort came to him with the topic of Horcruxes.

"Do you know what a Horcrux is?"

Harry looked up from his book. "A what?"

Voldemort rolled his eyes. "A way of immortality. By splitting the soul and placing them into items."

"No, I don't know. Why?"

"I've made one, well, several."

"You've split your soul?"

"Yes."

"How many times?"

"Six."