One Shots - HP

Dark Lover

"...Marvolo?" Harry timidly asked, creeping into the Dark Lord's office.
"What, my Harry?" After the war ended, Marvolo took Harry as his prize. He had always been fascinated by him, and so decide to keep him instead of kill him. Slowly, over the years, it became more. Harry slowly turned dark, slowly became a little cuddly, and Marvolo liked it. He started initiating the touches himself, started praising Harry, teaching Harry, and subtly wooing Harry. After two years, Harry started changing. Four, he was pretty dark and a little cuddly. Six, he was very dark, very cuddly, and rapidly rising through the ranks.. Eight, he was his own, well rounded man, torturing rebels when needed as the Dark's second in command. Ten, he was Marvolo's lover, and twelve; he was his love.
"I... I have news, love."
Frowning, Marvolo sat back in his chair, gesturing Harry over to him. Once Harry got there, he quickly cuddled into his lap, arms wrapping around his neck.
"What is your news, my Harry?" He ran a gentle hand up and down his darling's back, sensing something was off with him.
Biting his lip, Harry fiddled with Marvolo's hair. "Um... I, I think you'll be happy - I am happy... But I'm still nervous."
Marvolo gently gripped Harry's chin, tilting his head back to give him a gentle, loving kiss. "My Harry, you do not need to feel nervous. I am sure that if you think I will be happy, I will be."
Harry pressed his face into the crook of Marvolo's neck, trembling slightly. "I... I'm pregnant, my love," he whispered.
Marvolo froze. "You... you... If you are lying to me Harry-"
Harry jerked back. "No! No, I tested myself, and I was suspicious of it for awhile, now. Here, I brought the paper," Harry quickly stated, reaching into his pocket for the saved medical paper.
Marvolo gently took it, guardedly unfolding to read that Harry was indeed six weeks pregnant.
He cast multiple spells to be absolutely sure this was true, before slumping back in his seat, in shock.
"Pregnant... A baby... A, a family- Harry, my Harry; you're giving me a family."
Harry watched as the shock was replaced by awe. He swelled with happiness and relief, beaming as Marvolo caressed his non-existant baby bump. It would probably start to show soon, but not quite yet.
"Harry- My Harry- ...You are so perfect, my darling. So, so perfect."
Feeling his eyes well with tears, Harry buried his face in Marvolo's neck again. "Thank you, my love. As are you."
"So perfect, my Harry... So perfect..." He rocked them back and forth, brain whirling a mile a minute as he thought of everything all at once.
Pregnant! He's pregnant-
A nursery, we'll need-
My followers, and we'll have to make sure it doesn't get out-
Pregnant! With my child! A family!
Perfect Harry... My perfect Harry...
Rebels; I'll kill them all myself-
Protect. Protect; keep safe-
My child... Our child... My perfect Harry...
It can't get out-
"Marvolo?"
"Hm? My Harry? Yes?"
"Where did you go?"
He pecked his forehead. "I was just thinking of all I need to do, to keep you and the baby safe. You can't leave, I'll have to tell my followers something, only the elite will know, I'll have to completely stamp out that stupid rebellion once and for all, make sure it doesn't get out; nothing can happen to you-"
"Marvolo! Love! It will be fine, you have at least another month before you need to put any plans into action. The less I'm hidden away, and the less suddenly, the better. You have a good month to make the perfect plans, my love; don't worry."
Sighing, Marvolo buried his face in Harry's hair. "You are right, my darling Harry. I will have the perfect plan for everything by the time we need it; I promise, my lovely queen."
Harry giggled. "I know you will, my love. I believe in you, and I trust you. I know you will take care of everything, and me. Thank you, my Marvolo."
Marvolo hummed, pleased. "Of course, my Harry."

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