Chapter 17

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Harry was beyond exhausted but he was incapable of finding sleep. Tom on the other hand was having no issues sleeping and was lightly snoring in the boys ear while he clutched Harry tight, one hand protectively on his stomach. The Dark Lord snoring, what a sight. Harry always wondered if his followers would be so willing to follow him if they knew of how sweet and caring he was in private. Of course during meetings he played the whole "merciful lord act" and Harry always got so turned on by how much of a hard ass he was to the Death Eaters.

Harry would have usually found this unconscious display of affection very sweet, but being 20 weeks pregnant was not treating him kindly. The lack of sleep was catching up to his attitude and half the time he couldn't tell if he loved Tom or hated him, but then Tom would bring him a snack and hold Harry close and his opinion would be settled. His appetite was also never ending and he craved muggle candy that he had somehow gotten tastes of during his broken childhood with Vernon and Petunia. Tom would of course go on about how inconvenient it was to get muggle candy, and how wizarding candy was so much better, but Harry still managed to have a drawer filled with the delectable muggle sweets.

Harry laid there for what felt like hours, but was likely not even 20 minutes when he carefully slipped out of Tom's grasp. Tom somehow stayed asleep, Harry was relieved but also angry at the sight. He debated on hitting the man with a pillow but he decided against that, he needed to go run an errand and he wanted to do it alone. He went into his room, freshening up and changing into something more okay for the public eye. His pregnancy was not yet official, afraid that when it was he might would lose the baby he carried. He couldn't cope with another miscarriage being all over the papers. It was very early in the morning but he wasn't willingly to risk it. His bump was getting to the point where there was no covering it without a glamour spell, so he put on a robe over his dress, no one would question it in this weather.

He grabbed a handful of powder, dropping it into the black chimney," Ministry of Magic," he said carefully enunciating each syllable and then he was whooshed away.

He took a deep breath when stepping off the chimney, wiping his clothes of any ash, before stepping into the massive building. His heels clicked on the floor, the tapping being the only thing you could hear. He checked the time, it was around 4am, no one would be coming in for a while. He made his way along the corridor, carefully reading the door signs. Then he found the room that was recently shown to him, opened it, and then walked down the dimly lit stairs. The guards gave him no trouble, knowing him from previously, he then dropped his cloak and took a seat watching Molly sleep.

She was a lot skinnier than he had remembered from years prior, and she was disgusting now. Rotting away in this cell for months. Tom had wanted to kill her, to be merciful, but Harry wanted her to sit for a while. Wanted to show her how happy he was with Tom. He watched her for a minute sleeping on the cot with nothing but a thin blanket. He then called her name softly. She awoke quickly and then walked over towards him. She gripped on the bars, "Harry, my my how you've grown."

Harry pulled the crackers out of his robe pocket before taking it off, his bump very obvious to Molly. Her eyes suddenly grew dark," No, not-"

Harry sighed before flicking his wand at the woman, her mouth continued moving but no sound would come out. "Molly I need you to listen, can you do that?" the woman was shocked due to the lock of noise she was producing so she stood mouth agape and nodded her head yes. "I know you're hungry, so if you can sit and listen I will feed you okay?" she once again nodded her head yes.

"I don't know much about child raising, you know how the Dudley's were. I need advice Molly, this child will be plenty spoiled trust me but I want to do the parenting myself. I am terrified of having a child like Malfoy so I was hoping you could give me some advice on child rearing."

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