Meant To Be

Chapter 14

Harry blinked and hesitantly lowered his wand. He was...gone. He had just left.

Harry shook his head and looked down at his daughter who was crying loudly. First, take care of Wynter, he thought. He cradled her close and bounced her in his arms, "Shh, sweetheart. It's okay, it's okay. I'm here." Harry walked down the hallway to Wynter's room as she calmed down. He rocked her gently and she fell asleep. He placed her in her crib and tucked her in.

Now that Wynter was settled, he started to think, and as he thought the slowly dawning horror of what just happened started to creep in. Oh, God. He knows. He knows where I am. He knows about Wynter! We need to get out of here. He'll come back, he'll take her... He hurriedly conjured a suitcase and started throwing Wynter's clothes in along with some toys and blankets. I can't let him take her from me. I have to go to Dumbledore and- he paused in his packing. But if I tell Dumbledore then he'll ask questions, like how he found me...how did he find me? Harry shook his head and picked up the suitcase and walked down the hall. Doesn't matter, he did and he saw Wynter and...he just left. I didn't expect him to leave. Why did he leave? I was expecting him to...to...I don't know, do something, not just leave.

Harry put the suitcase down on the couch. Dumbledore would want to know why he just left too. I mean a Dark Lord just doesn't leave a duel. And that why would lead to other questions, which would lead to him asking who Wynter's father is...

Harry stared at the suitcase in horror. No! He must never know. Telling him that it was a Death Eater was bad enough; to tell him that it was Voldemort himself... he shuttered and paced in front of the couch. No, I can't tell Dumbledore, he can never know.

He looked around the battle cluttered room "God this place is a mess," he said. Wait. I don't want Dumbledore to know that Tom-no Voldemort is the father. But that would mean I can't tell him that T-Voldemort was here. I have to clean up!

Harry picked up the coffee table and put it upright, placing the magazines back on top. He fixed the pictures and hung them back up, but the scorch mark wouldn't come out. So he took another picture and hung it over the mark. As he cleaned he continued thinking. This goes here. This...where did I put this? Oh here. Wouldn't Dumbledore be here by now? Wouldn't he know that the wards had been taken down? Harry looked around the room. He could be here any minute! I have to hurry.

He tried to repair the lamp, but it wouldn't go back together so Harry just threw it away. He ran around the room fixing the walls, the couch, pillows, any glass on the floor until the room was back to normal. He went into the kitchen and picked up the broken glass. There. That should be everything. Now he will- Oh my God, I'm bleeding!

Harry stared in shock at his blood-soaked sleeve and the trails of blood down his arm. How could he not know he was bleeding? Now that he was focusing on it, it kind of hurt. He quickly healed the cut. I need to change... he headed out of the kitchen and into his bedroom where he cleaned up the blood on his arm and changed his shirt. There. He thought as he sat down on his bed.

Harry looked out the door to the room across from his where Wynter was sleeping. What do I do? I don't want Dumbledore or anyone to know, but I need to protect Wynter. She's my main priority. So...that means I need to leave. He got up from the bed. But where do I go? And what do I tell Dumbledore? Harry sat back down and bit his lip in uncertainty.

What was he supposed to do?

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Tom paced, walking to one side of his bedroom, turning and walking to the other; his mind working a mile a minute.