Tenshibabe: Tee hee my second Hp, super random idea and hopefully it will get me out of my slump le sigh…

Summary: Riddle knows what he wants; he just needs a certain someone to get it…

Pairing(s): HPTMR, RWDM, SSLM, RLSB, VKHG, NLGW

Warnings: This is AU like major Authoresses Universe! Also this has slash, slash, slash, uh and MPreg too~ If u no like y u no leave? The troll wants to know heh-eheh enjoy responsibly

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it is the brainchild of one J.K. Rowling and subsequently everything belongs to her ;)

A/N:

"Talking"

'Thinking'

His Heir

Chapter 1: His Wish

"How much sadness have you been hiding?

How much of your feeling have you shut in your chest?

The strength exchanged for the pain,

You should be able to turn it into gentleness one day.

Cus'

You're my love; you're my shine; you're my dear

Even if the world becomes your enemy, trust in me.

No matter what future comes,

I decided long ago to accept all your burdens."

Yuuya M. -Trust Me

Her hands and feet were small, so very, very small and fragile. Yet her eyes were so large in comparison to the rest of her. The adorable button nose that she no doubt got from her mother wrinkled as she blinked her teary baby blues whilst staring down one of the most dangerous wizards of their time-not that she would know or understand that.

Voldemort-or as he was referred to now-Tom Riddle stared right back hoping to hold face in this impromptu staring match. Carina Rose Weasley, not even a week old, was almost as famous as her godfather* mainly for the fact that she happens to be the first and only child to bridge the Weasley and Malfoy families and somehow effectively ending the feud that lasted nearly a hundred years.

Thus being a child of a Malfoy it was not surprising that one of her first visitors be the resident (ex) dark lord. Of course it was only acceptable that the hero of the Wizarding world Harry Potter be there as well. Currently in the nursery were Ron and Draco with their daughter, Hermione and Harry as well as Lucius, Severus and of course Tom. As things were it took many reassuring looks from Draco and placating touches before Ron even let Tom set foot in his daughter's nursery.

As he sat glaring at the red eyed wizard hovering nervously near his mate and child, Ron knew that if it wasn't for Harry and Hermione being in the room this scene wouldn't even be occurring. As if adding a spark to the flame, Ron nearly flew off the handle when he heard Draco ask if Tom wanted to hold his daughter. He tensed when he felt Harry's hand grip his shoulder holding him to his seat. He sighed as he met his best friend's eyes, and nodded, reluctantly, in defeat.

Tom hesitated, looking to Draco for affirmation. Seeing the small smile sent his way from the blond veela, he swallowed nervously as he made his way over to the side of the bed not occupied by the golden trio. For the young Malfoy to even allow Tom to touch his child this soon after the birth was considered a great honor, taking into account all the complications that occurred during the delivery and of course the overprotective nature of a veela towards their young. Draco was still under orders to stay in bed, so Ron had moved a bed into the nursery where the Slytherin was now lounging.

Curly wisps of light brown hair tickled her cheeks as the baby looked upon the red eyed young man, wondering what his next move would be. Tom chanced a look at small group across from him before altering his gaze; he felt those emerald gems staring him down. Tom reached out, but hesitated again, and began to pull back however he was thwarted by a tiny hand grabbing onto his fingers effectively stopping not only his retreat but his ability to coherently function.

Tom froze on the spot, his eyes grew wide as he gasped, breathing as quietly as he dared as if afraid to scare away a small animal. There was a hush in the room as the baby held the (ex) dark lord captive.

Lucius smiled as he the perfect Slytherin's mask fell for the first time in years. Beside him, Severus sighed he may have to use that potion today…by the look of it, it didn't seem that Tom was willing to wait any longer, this time he knew there was no denying the man his wish.

Tom huffed as he chewed on his bottom lip, fingers twitching in the soft grip, before he reluctantly pulled away from the small ones grasp. He turned away as he desperately tried to bring back his mask. He grasped his robe, clutching the expensive material in his shaking grip. Tom somehow managed to give the bewildered parents his congratulations before he quickly floo'ed from the house in a flash of green flames.

Draco blinked not unlike his daughter did minutes before as he turned to his father for clarification. Lucius chuckled shortly before moving to his son's side.

"Not to worry, he gets like that around children…especially babies. Recently it's become worse, probably something to do with Potter here putting his soul back together" The Malfoy patriarch drawled, smirking when Harry narrowed his eyes.

"How many times Luc do I have to tell you that it's Harry, not Potter. Even Sev's got it and everyone knows how notorious he is for last name calling." Harry quipped, his brow furrowing in annoyance. Lucius's smirk widened, into something nearly sinister, as he teased the young hero.

A lot has changed for the Wizarding World since the end of the war, especially for Harry and his friends. Unfortunately Dumbledore had died, a loss that shook the pillars of the magical world, the last request that he left the golden trio before he died was to collect Voldemort's horcruxes, to ultimately destroy the dark wizard once and for all.

It took nearly a year, but Harry, Ron and Hermione managed to collect nearly all of the cursed items, only to their shock to see them fuse together before Harry could even think to destroy them like he did the diary.

The final confrontation was not what anyone expected, a raid into enemy territory to kill Nagini gave them their fifth horcrux. And an unexpected run in with Voldemort caused the fused horcruxes to return back to their original soul; what no one expected was for Voldemort and Harry to collapse in pain.

For months the two wizards remained in a state of unconsciousness; during that time the magical world was at a standstill. Hermione worked furiously to find the reasoning behind her best friend's coma, Severus helped offering his knowledge on the horcruxes.

Ron, the Weasley's and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix began rounding up supposed Death Eaters. Thus when he met Draco once again; the blond Slytherin having recently gone through his veela inheritance, instantly recognized his mate.

The world Harry awoke to was one that he couldn't fully comprehend. After being clued in on what he had missed for the last three months, Harry stepped up and filled in where Ron left off, working to better the magical world, to prevent a war such as this from happening again.

Everyone noted that the dark lord had yet to awaken from his state, his soul taking longer to mend than expected. To the surprise of everyone present, the longer he slept the more human Voldemort began to look. It wasn't long before he no longer resembled the snake like creature he was before, but a very handsome young man.

By the time he awoke nearly a year later, he was in the body an eighteen year old Tom Riddle. Unsure of why this specific age, Hermione, Severus and Lucius speculated that it had something to do with Harry's magic tampering with the horcruxes that and maybe the horcrux that was within Harry may have played a hand in it too.

Still out of it, his body and mind processing the information of nearly sixty years yet the emotions that he had not felt since then, it was a very subdued dark lord that was presented to the Wizengamont two weeks after waking up. To his surprise, it was Harry that took to the stands to defend him, Harry's final words echoing in his mind since that day.

"…He was clearly given a second chance at life and since his life was mine to take, I will make it my responsibility to watch over…"

By then a rookie Auror, Potter had thrown himself into his work the only people he saw where his friends and extended family, his mentors Luc and Sev and his godfathers Remus and Sirius,

…and now exclusively Tom Riddle

Despite his infamous record, Tom kept to himself mostly. Only on special occasions such as today would he leave to security of his manor to visit others. And the only people he ever visited willingly were the Malfoy's, any place else and not only did Harry have to threaten him but Sev or Luc had to accompany him.

It wasn't that he was ashamed for his past behavior, his ego was bruised he would admit, but it wasn't that entirely. The reason for his seclusion was something else entirely, something some would call silly. He was afraid; afraid that he would lose face and do something that would destroy his reputation for good.

Tom sighed as he stepped out of the floo, immediately removing his boots and robes. His hair was a little tousled from his quick depart, his dress shirt was slightly crinkled from where he had grabbed his clothing earlier. Loosening the first few buttons, and cuffs he sighed again, looking at his reflection in the hall mirror.

His carefully crafted Slytherin façade had gained one fatal flaw…

Children…offspring, rug rats, kids…their adorable faces, their undying loyalty, their complete trust and dependency and…and… their lo-

They were something he could only dream of having.

Someone who would look at him and not see the monster that everyone else saw, but only the best would shine in their eyes for him and he would do anything, anything to have someone like that in his life.

Tom grimaced as he turned away from the mirror, sometimes he hated what he'd become, truthfully he was lonely.

He made his way to his quarters, and leaning against the closed door of his room a sigh passing his lips as he raised a trembling hand in front of his face. He took a few deep breaths as he tried to calm his racing heart.

"Well they may have been Gryffindor's but I'm pretty sure even they could have figured out that there was something off about you" a dark voice stated from further off into the room.

Tom jumped, gritting his teeth as his composure fell once again.

"Y-yes well she is a very beautiful child, as one would expect from a Malfoy" he stated averting his eyes as a blush rose to tint his cheeks.

Severus raised an eyebrow as he noted Tom's behavior. "I have the potion ready whenever you want it, which I know you do, it's just the second step that eludes you…" he paused, "Have you seen any wizards that pique your interest?" Severus blinked as a dark look crossed the brunet's face.

"I suppose not, you haven't been very social recent…ly…" Severus trailed off irritated ruby orbs glared at him.

"Severus your commentary is noted and most definitely not appreciated" Tom bit out, his glare intensifying as he noted the twinkling humor in the potion masters eyes.

"Ah please forgive me; in lieu of recent events my disposition has been as Lucius says 'airy'-still I'm not as far gone as you" Severus said, adjusting his robes, as he leveled Tom with his stare concerned to note that the man refused to meet his eyes, choosing instead to turn away.

"I have no time for this Severus. Potter's checking in, in about an hour…I have to get the place ready-uh I have to…I n-need sometime alone" Severus's gaze softened at the pained look that crossed the others face.

"I know he's the only person to visit you other than Luc an I, but to develop Stockholm's -esque feelings is certainly not good for your health" Severus drawled effectively making Tom wish he could crucio the dungeon bat for his-not only accurate-observational skills but for his cheek as well.

"Don't go there Severus…I-"

"Why not," the potions master interjected.

"E-Excuse me?" Riddle questioned, raising a brow in confusion.

Severus shifted, as he leaned back against the wall. He didn't intend to go this far but if this was only was to keep his friend from a life of misery then so be it.

"Why not Harry? The chemistry is there, he's one of the only people you speak to on a daily basis, he's a wizard, and from a good family…well according to pureblood aesthetics anyways. Not to mention he'll be here within the hour" Severus stated, watching as the information seeped in.

A grim expression finding its way onto the youthful face, as Tom realized something important. "Yes that's all fine and dandy from your perspective, but you forget, he's Harry Potter and he won't be touching me with a ten foot pole, nevertheless willingly…w-willingly…erhmn…"Tom paused looking at his sock covered feet before murmuring "This is ridiculous…"

Severus sighed, he was not a matchmaker, and so he was probably making this worse instead of helping; but as he looked upon the defeated stance that the other had taken his resolve hardened.

"I may have something that you can use, sort of like a veela charm…except a bit more potent. It will only work once, as prolonged usage can cause severe side effects, but I believe that you only need this onetime" red eyes widened in disbelief.

"But…But Harry is-"

Severus looked away as he pulled the vial from within his robes. "Just drink it, he'll be here soon" he instructed as he handed over the potion moved towards the floo.

He frowned as he felt Riddles stare piercing his back. He knew what he was doing was seen as betrayal in the young Potter's eyes…but truthfully isn't this something that Harry's always wanted? With that thought in mind it eased the sense of guilt that he was feeling, enough to convince himself that it was ok, as he returned to his family.

His fingers tightened around the small vial, as he watched the flames changed from green to their orange hue. A look at the clock told him he had less than twenty minutes before Harry was scheduled to appear. Tom looked solemnly at the potion; he did say he would do anything…

He looked to the dresser where Severus left the fertility potion as well. Harry would hate him, he knew that those eyes would never look at him with anything but disgust, but this was something he wanted so much.

'What difference does one more person make? Everyone already looks at me like that…' he thought sullenly, downing the fertility potion. Tonight was his one chance.

He wrinkled his nose at the taste, his tongue never quite getting used to the horrid taste of potions, especially ones made by Severus. He gasped as his abdomen went up in flames, knees feeling weak as he leaned onto the dresser in order to keep standing.

'The pain m-means its w-working…ah-h Severus was underestimating the potency of his potion again…Nnngh'

Tom's legs went out before he could steady himself, falling to the carpeted floor beside his bed. His breathing labored, as the pain in his stomach grew to unbearable levels. He heard a keening cry coming from somewhere in the room, as he clutched his aching belly. Tom gasped, resting his head against the side of the bed; he realized the sound was coming from him.

Through blurry eyes he watched as someone entered the room, worried emerald eyes assessed his condition. Tom could only gasp out his request, his consciousness teetering as his organs played quidditch with his stomach.

"Harry…ith…me" Tom winced, talking hurt. "P-please 'arry…give me tha' potion"

Harry paused, looking around before he noticed the two vials, one full of a violet liquid, and the other empty. The young auror narrowed his eyes as he took a moment to examine the potion vials before turning back to his ailing charge. Harry lifted him, before carefully placing Tom on the bed.

Tom whined as he felt a hand run through his hair, his breath hitched as he was fed a drink-no a potion by the taste of it. He fell back onto the bed, his head swimming as he chanced a look at Harry. There was a look of understanding and something else that Tom couldn't perceive in his pained state.

Harry was saying something to him, he couldn't hear it but the lips that captured his told him all he wanted to hear.

"I can hear your hearts voice,

I'll take that little worry away from you,

No matter what you say, you are not alone,

This love will always stay true.

Don't hesitate to cry and rely on me.

I decided long ago to accept all your burdens.

Cus'

With me, there's no need for words,

Give me; I want to see your all,

Feel me; I want to protect your, everything"

* I dunno I just felt that it wouldn't feel right if any child of Ron or Hermione respectively didn't have Harry as a godfather.

Tenshibabe: Tee Hee cliffy…I'm sooo bad :) plz review and let know what you think, I'll post the next chappie if I get some feedback. I think it's a bit rushed, but there was a lot of info to get through _

Oh btw the song that was the inspiration for this chapter (and most of the story) is a J-pop song "Trust Me" by Yuuya Matsushita most known as the Ending song for the Durarara! Anime, anyways I was just blown away by how touching the lyrics were (transliterated) and well if you readers want to, check it out lol R&R