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Pairing/s in this chapter: TMR/OC, LV/HP

Warnings in this chapter: mpreg, reincarnation, slash, mention of child abuse, mention of death

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

-Parseltongue-

Dream/Memory

Chapter VII

–Caring–

Harry choked and looked to the man, before he could talk the man was back to working and the fear that the man would mistake a spell kept him quiet. Harry finished the plate of cookies and drank his tea in silence, feeling like a wife looking at his husband working. Harry shook his head to take that image from his brain, before the man would catch it.

There it was; the magic overpowering and begging for attention all around Harry as the man worked. Harry wondered if the man was doing that on purpose or if it was done out of habit.

Strong and precise movements followed by powerful spells made Harry wonder if the man had been making fun of him when he said that if he trained he would be able to hold on against the man. Harry wondered why Voldemort would want to kill Snape, well there was the fact that he was a double agent, but…

"Thinking too loudly."

Harry bowed his head ashamed. A laugh echoed in the tunnel, Harry looked up at Voldemort as he laughed carelessly as he worked.

"You can still talk."

Harry nodded.

"You said you were going to kill…"

"You go directly to the point, don't you?" the man asked amused, but continued working not turning to Harry. "I take it no one ever told you then. This take to three decades ago. Severus was still a child back then… He was abused. His mother was a witch and a pureblood, but his father was a muggle and he hated everything magical related. They were low in money and Mr. Snape passed his life drunk. Once young Severus passed tough a garden when he met two girls, the Evans." Harry eyes widen. "The younger one, a red haired beauty with the brightest green eyes, had just give life to a flower. The younger sister, a blonde girl, thought her a freak and told her so before leaving. That day Severus told Lily Evans what she was and the two become friends." Voldemort looked at Harry, sideways and then back to the stones. "They went to Hogwarts together. Each one going to different houses but they still continued friends. Actually Miss Evans was the only real friend Severus ever had, Lucius doesn't really count. Miss Evans couldn't handle Potter and his group of friends; the Marauders, also called the bullies. They preferably loved to pick on Severus, not even once questioning why he dressed like that. As Severus grow he fell for Miss Evans, the only one who saw him for himself. Once Sirius Black planted a prank on Severus that almost got him turned into a werewolf or killed, if it hadn't been for your father to have found out and run to save Severus. During Severus fifth year the marauders became restless provoking him at every whim. And then during the OWLs they were going too far when a world, that Severus regretted for the rest of his life, left him mouth; Mudblood. The marauders made Severus, unknowingly, say that world to your mother when she came to his rescue and she never forget him for that. Every day he would drop to his knees for your mother and she nothing." Harry tensed as Voldemort stopped and turned to Harry. "If they had been real friend she would have understood that when your under pressure you say things you don't mean to. But she didn't. She just stopped being his friends and on their seventh year started dating James Potter, the same boy she always said she would never date. It was Severus who heard the prophecy and it was him who told me. When he found that I suspected the Potters he begged me not to kill Lily." Harry eyes widen. "That's what love does to people. Make them fools and do stupid things. Even after all the times she refused to be his friend, he still loves her. He is the spy on my men, because of his love for your mother, a woman who was so cold that she didn't even accept his apologies."

Voldemort turned back to the rocks and there was a silence as Harry felt his throat tight. His mother had refused Snape's apology even after he begged? He could never do that to Ron…

"You may think me heartless. I understood why Severus did it. I understand why he still would do this for your mother. That doesn't mean that I'll accept it. He's spying on me knowingly that if I found out he'll be long dead. I have to admit that I've been hoping for him to back away, he is a great potion master, but when I saw the way he talked to you in class…"

"Emily." Voldemort stopped talking and looked at Harry. "Love makes people fools and make them do stupid things. Those were yours words… you did that for Emily. You're talking from experience."

Voldemort stopped his spells and looked directly at Harry in silence, Harry kept his glance wondering if he had gone too far.

"When I went to the headmaster office, it wasn't the man knowing the horcruxes that made me react. The man commented that I was taking care of you, as he both already knew, and he also commented that I was changing my ideas like I used to do with Emily." Harry frowned confused. "I'll only tell you one world that the old man told me, that explains everything." Harry nodded. "Muggleborns." And with that the man returned to the stones.

Harry's mouth opened wide. Voldemort was changing for him?

-HPFN-

"Honestly, Mr. Potter, what was Lord Riddle thinking when he took you with him down there? You're cold to the bone. He's so going to listen to me when I'll get a hold on him. Honestly, he could at least have done on you a warming charm."

Harry blushed as Madam Pomfrey moved around him with her wand in hand. The next day Harry had waked with a cold and when he had refused to stand, Voldemort had merely taken him to the infirmary. Harry shivered as felt an air stream and hugged the blanket closer. The woman stopped mid work and looked at Harry's reaction before pointing her wand to Harry's chest and making a few diagnosing spells.

"Did he mess around with your magic?" the woman asked.

"He said my magic was feeding me instead of letting me feed for myself." Harry mumbled, talk made his voice huskily and scratched his already hurt throat.

"So besides taking you to a cold tunnel he neglected to inform me that he messed with your magic?" The woman asked angrily, Harry almost felt sorry for Voldemort. "No wonder your getting sick, first he should have sent you to me at once when he changed your magic and second you should never had gone down the tunnel after he done that. Seriously what is the man thinking? I thought he was supposed to be smart."

Harry blushed.

"I made him take him."

The stern woman rolled her eyes and the infirmary's door opened, Harry looked to see professor Slughorn entering with a box that was full of potions. The man approached and lowered the box on Harry's bedside table.

"I didn't request for any potion." Madam Pomfrey, obviously in a bad mood, argued.

"Tom showed up on my office and told me that Harry would most likely need a few potions. He said Harry here woke with a cold and with his magic out of control."

"Of course it was. Riddle decided to mess with his magic. The boy had his magic feeding him and instead of sending the boy to me afterward, he took the boy to a cold tunnel where the boy caught a cold." The woman angrily said.

Slughorn traded an amused look with Harry.

"Dear Poppy calm down. Harry here seems good enough, and nothing a few potions and a good nap won't work."

The woman sent him a cold look and left. Professor Slughorn shook his head amused and picked one of the potions.

"I bought quite the lot as I didn't really know what was going on, but now that I know I'll advice this potion for the cold." Harry picked it up and looked at it afraid. "Not harmful for the baby." The man added, making Harry drank it and Slughorn traded it for another. "This one is for your magic. To keep it controlled until you manage to do it yourself." Harry nodded, picking it. "But be careful from now on. Your body will be sensitive for a few weeks until it get used to your magic changes. It's like in a home, when you change the things it takes a while for you to be able to go to the right places to get what you want."

Harry smiled nodding.

"Professor…" He asked after drinking and giving it back to the professor.

"Yes, my boy?"

"Him… Riddle… suggested that I could try to take a potion's mastery. What does that really mean?"

The man eyes widen and a smile appeared on the man's face. He picked a chair sitting.

"I better sit down, then." The man said and, picking his wand, three pillows appeared against the headboard and Harry sat against them, putting himself more comfortable. "I've seen you bread potions and with a few extra potions classes I'm sure you would be in mastery level. Of course you'll have to really want it."

Harry nodded, biting his bottom lip.

"But you're still unsure." The man said knowingly.

"I heard about Aurors on my forth year and started wanting to be one." The man hummed. "But with this…" Harry pointed to his belly. "And him being my 'groom' I don't really know."

"What do you like to do?"

Harry stayed in silence thinking for a few moments.

"Cooking, defence, gardening and teaching."

The man raised an amused eyebrow.

"Teaching?"

"Last year our defence professor was not very efficient so my colleagues made me their professor."

"You said cooking not breading potions and you said gardening not Herbology… you refer to the muggle terms, don't you?" Harry nodded. "I know a few cookers and herbalists, not specialized in muggle way of doing it, but they could talk to you and then you would know if you would like to follow that line. But let's keep the Potions mastery thinking. If you'll want to be an Auror nevertheless, a potion's mastery will only give you more prestige and if you follow the cooking side will help you in your kitchen. As for Defence, for now, I don't advice you to think so far away, unless you want to ask for Severus to help you take a DADA's mastery as well." Harry made a face that made the professor laugh. "Exactly what I thought. And about Teaching; you should wait for now. Maybe you'll be my successor, maybe Severus or maybe when the time comes you won't want nothing of this and just want to stay home with your child."

Harry smiled and nodded to the man.

"Harry… Professor Slughorn." Harry looked up to see Voldemort approaching and putting his hand on Harry's shoulder, immediately Harry felt his body relax and he started going numb.

"Tom." Slughorn said a little pale. "I was just having an intriguing talk with Harry about his future." Harry put a hand in front of his mouth to hide his yawn. "I was proposing for the boy to start taking extra classes of potions so he could feet the guidelines to take a potion's mastery."

Harry felt his head fall on Voldemort's arm. Why was he so tired all of a sudden? Harry fought the will to close his eyes but in the end everything went dark.

-HPFN-

Voldemort looked down at Harry as he finally fell asleep and took the pillows out, laying the boy on the bed, the brat needed rest, not a talk about his future. Voldemort looked up to his old professor and with a quick spell he boy's timeline appeared and he gave it to the man, shutting him up. If they had bored to close the infirmary door he wouldn't already knew everything they had talk. Voldemort moved the boy's hair and the boy leaned into his touch at once. It was funny that the boy was the only one who wasn't afraid to call him Voldemort and refused to call him anything but that and because of that he didn't knew what to call him when facing other people.

"I would run if I were you." Voldemort looked at his old professor with a raised eyebrow. "Poppy is ready to murder you when she sees you. Although, I suppose you can always claim that young Harry needs his share of magic…"

"You told Harry you know people who can talk with him?"

"Yes, I could ask them to came to the next club meeting."

"I'll make sure Harry will be there. And talk with the headmaster and Minerva about the extra classes and that Harry will leave Quidditch. How Poppy hasn't already forbidden him from touching a broom I don't know."

The man stood and was leaving when he stopped and looked at Voldemort.

"He cares about your opinions, do you care about his?"

(TBC)