His Name is Harry

chapter 3

Harry leaned against the tree. The Pegasus that he named Bront, the name meant lightening in Greek. He had found the name in one the books in the library one Summer.

Bront had his head on the boy's lap, enjoying the way the gentle hands stroked his head and mane, his ears twitching as he listen to the boy talk.

"I won't see anyone of them when I leave, sure Uncle Sirius, Papa, Ray, Mione, Remus and Fenrir will be there, and I'll see everyone else during the Holidays, but it's not the same"

Bront nudged the boy's stomach and gave a soft rumble of his chest.

"I don't want to leave" Harry said softly.

One of Bront's wings wrapped itself around the boy.

Harry returned to his room, just a little after midnight, he washed and changed into his night clothes, slipped on his slippers, and removed the spell from the door, a soft snort had him turning to his balcony.

"You have to be quiet Bront, or we'll get caught before we even reach the kitchen" Harry gently scold, smiling when Bront came over and nudged him.

"Okay, here we go"

Harry opened the door, peeked his head through, and looked up and down the hall.

"All clear" he whispered, before tip-toeing into the hall.

Bront followed, and the young wizard did not find it at all odd, that the Pegasus's hooves made no sound. The two made it to the kitchen and was instantly surrounded by house elves, some seconds later Harry was sitting cross-legged next to Bront, eating tonight's dinner.

"Finally decided to come out"

Harry ignored his mother, getting a chuckle from man.

"Guess you're not done sulking yet" Voldemort said as he sat down next to his son.

Harry stuffed his mash potatoes in his mouth.

"Fine" Voldemort said simply as he was handed tea by one of the Elves.

The two ate in silence.

"I don't want to go" Harry said after a moment.

"You after to"

"I was happy getting schooling here"

"As was I, but your fathers had a point, you should be with others your age"

"No I don't"

Voldemort raised a brow, then chuckled.

"I don't think the residents here will agree with you"

Harry pouted; Bront snorted and nudged Voldemort demanding to be petted.

"Harry" Voldemort then began petting the Pegasus, "you'll like Hogwarts, you did last time"

"I was little then, and I don't remember"

"Then this would be a good time to make new memories"

Harry just stuffed his mouth full of mash potatoes, he swallowed and squeaked when he was suddenly lifted and placed on his mother's lap.

"Mom!" he whined.

"Why are you so afraid of leaving little one?" Voldemort asked, ignoring the whine.

"I'm not, I just don't wanna leave"

"Harry"

Harry tensed, he knew that tone, it was the tone his parents used when he was starting to push too far, and that he better behave or do what they say, the tone was rarely used, but when it was Harry knew better than to ignore it.

Harry squirmed in his mother's lap before burring himself in the man's chest.

"I have a feeling something bad going to happen to you when I leave"

Although his voice was muffled, Voldemort heard him clearly enough, and he wrapped his arms around his son, he frowned with a bit of worried.

"And why do you say that?" he asked.

Harry shrugged, giggling when his mother poked him in the side.

"Tell me"

Harry squirmed again, before answering, "I been having dreams….and in them you…die, your killed by a shadowy phoenix"

He had thought that since Harry didn't remember much of his earlier years he wouldn't remember when the manor had been attacked, apparently not if he was having nightmares.

"I assure you my little one that me or anyone else will not die while you're away, I'll even have everyone write to you everyday"

Harry looked up at him.

"You will?"

Voldemort nodded, and Harry smiled.

"Milord, please let the young Lord go, he'll miss the train"

"Just five more minutes"

"Milord"

"Mom, the train is going to leave soon"

"I know"

"…..Mom"

"Just three more minutes"

"And here I thought it was the young Lord who would be the problem"

"I heard that!"

"Mom the train!"

"For Merlin sakes, let the Pup go!"

"Noo, my baby!"

"Bye mom, and remember your promise"

"My baby's all grown-up, going off into the world to wreak havoc, I'm so proud"

Fenrir rolled his eyes before following the Pup; the two Deatheaters looked at each other, the young Lord wreaking havoc?

Yeah right.

Poor tom he cant let his baby go i feel bad for him..and the others thought...harry was the problem.......

Demons: can u blame him? ,your dad did that too when u went to school when you were young.
Dragons: yeah it took us hours to get him to let u go
*pout * finey....