Summary: One letter & one meeting lead to an unexpected romance and the changing of the world- but for who exactly?
A/N: Hey, my first Harry Potter fanfic. It is a slash between Harry Potter/Lord Voldemort. If you don't like boy/boy – leave!
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it, Harry Potter and co will never be mine, he will always belong to J.K Rowling and her respected publishing companies e.g. Bloomsbury. So damn...
On Another Note: I commandeered my brother's laptop to bring the end of this story to you, I hope you enjoy it ^^
'Twins speaking in unison'
Acta Est Fabula, Plaudite!
And the only sounds that could be heard were the loud footsteps of the Manor's inhabitants, the wails of a babe and the quiet sobs of a broken man...
"Severus! I need several blood replenishing potions, pronto!" was Narcissa's hurried demand, upon reaching the young man bleeding on the marble floor. And instantly she began waving her wand in intricate patterns over Harry's body, paling as she read the statistics.
"Yes, yes, just start healing the wound." Came Severus' frigid voice, pulling vials of potion from his robes.
"I'll need to cut into the stomach!" She warned the man assisting her, before casting a minor and controlled cutting spell aimed at the pale flesh before her.
"Of course you will." Came Severus' absent tones, obviously just remembering what the procedure entailed.
"Yes, yes, pass the gauze." Came her demand and the man quickly summoned some from the medical room up the stairs.
"Thanks, apply pressure to here, here and – here." the blonde woman instructed, carefully examining Harry's insides.
"Have you staunched the wound yet?" Came Severus' reply after several minutes.
"Yes – oh damnit! More gauze, now! And give him more BR potion!"
"Blood flow is erratic Narcii!"
"I know, we need to get it out of him, but the probability he'll bleed out is too high."
"It shouldn't be this bad." Severus muttered, peering at the bloodied young man.
"I know." she snapped, leaning forward to apply more pressure to the blood flow. "Unless..." she murmured sweeping a blonde lock from her eyesight. "Yes, that could be it."
"Oh Merlin." cried Sirius, clutching tightly to Rabastans's arm as he watched his other lover and cousin bustle about his unconscious and bleeding godson. Rabastan tugged lightly on Sirius' arm, attempting to lead him away from the traumatic scene but his lover wouldn't move. "What happened?" he asked anyone who would listen but no answer came, he stared at the sobbing form of the Dark Lord. "Tom, what happened?" he asked, his fear quickly turning into agitation as the Dark Lord didn't reply. "Tom?" he asked yet again but the man didn't respond, only moved himself and his son further away from his lover so Narcissa could get better access to the younger man.
The Black Lord quickly realised his fury wouldn't bode well with the Dark Lord and forcibly pushed his agitation aside. He pulled away from Rabastan's worried grip and approached the man knelt on the floor, who was gently rocking the quiet, hiccuping baby in his arms.
"Tom." he stated neutrally, but the other man didn't respond; Sirius crouched down next to the Dark Lord and smiled upon the now quiet child. "Hey Tom, is this little one Harry's?" Sirius asked, the child in question glanced at Sirius with intelligent eyes whilst Tom nodded absently to the question, eyes riveted on his lover.
"What is his name?"
"That's a fitting name for a child of you two." he commented idly before focusing upon the man on the floor once more. "Shouldn't we get him checked out, Tom? He's only a newborn after all." Sirius reasoned.
"I guess so." came the reply. "What is wrong with my loçkë?" he asked, and Sirius closed his eyes painfully.
"I don't know Tom." he told the Dark Lord softly, but as if he was a different person Tom met Sirius' eyes with flashing ruby eyes.
"That's not good enough!" he hissed in agitation and Sirius groaned upon seeing such a raged look on the other man's face.
"Severus what's happening?" he asked, but the Potion Master ignored his lover, clenching his teeth as he sewed Harry's belly back together.
"Later Siri, later." came Severus' tired voice, after a couple of minutes,waving his wand so that Harry's body would float behind him.
"What's happening?" he asked again, as he watched his lover walk up the stairs, Harry's body following behind him. "Where are you going?"
"The medical room." answered Narcissa, cleaning the blood of the floor with a single wave of her wand. "He'll pull through Siri." she told her cousin, offering a small smile before following Severus up the stairs.
"You heard her Tommy boy." called Siri exuberantly. "He'll be fine, it's Harry after all, he defies the impossible. Let's go see them, no doubt Eder wants to see his daddy again!" and as if the child understood, he gurgled a response. The dark Lord nodded absently, lifted his son from the ground and went up the stairs, the two lovers followed after him, a tired smile on their faces.
Meanwhile – Dumbledore Manor – Wards
The seven youths appeared inside the wards, shaking the disorientation the portkey caused from their heads.
"Oooers, looks like-"
"-Tom's been here." The twins announced, staring at the scene before them with large smirks upon their faces.
"What are you two on about?" questioned Blaise, spinning on the spot to see what could have initiated such a response from the two-red heads. "Oh, I see." he said and Gred and Forge grinned maliciously at him.
"Yes, I mean we -"
"-wouldn't have guessed-"
"-ourselves that Tom did-"
"-this, but the path of-"
"-destruction that reeks - "
"-of dark magic and which-"
"- clearly leads straight to the-
"-Manor just sort of screams -
"Dark Lord to us."
"What says you, Blaise?"they asked, swinging an arm around the smaller wizard's shoulders.
"Oh do pack it in will you." the energetic voice of Hermione admonished, fixing a glare on her two fiancés, who managed a look of contrition upon their faces. "We've come here to invade a Manor, it's just lucky that we ran into these four, otherwise when we did otherwise they wouldn't know what was happening as we had no way to contact them." she frowned at the other four men, who shifted awkwardly at her look. "But enough of that, let's go boys!" she boomed, aiming a beaming smile at her fiancés (who all but drooled at the sight), before striding down the path littered with fallen vines.
"Oh Merlin, yes." the twins cried in unison, eagerly following after the brown-haired witch.
"They are really pathetic." Draco snorted to the other men before sauntering after the ménage a trois.
"Like dogs." declared Neville, sashaying his hips after the blonde, a smirk hidden on his face.
"What were they saying?" Theo asked his fellow Slyhterin, once he had pulled his eyes away from his fiancé's arse. Blaise shook his head dazedly.
"I have no clue mate." he replied, dragging Theo towards the Manor after casting a long longing look at Draco's arse.
"Oh, a Griffin!" Hermione gasped, stepping closer to the unconscious animal. "They're so rare nowadays, I wonder..." she trailed off, as she crouched down to stroke the animals' coarse fur.
"Come on Herm." coaxed the twins, whilst pulling her away from the Griffin "A Manor to invade remember?" The girl pouted but complied to the two identical men's wishes, whipping out her wand she whispered.
"Point me: Harry Potter." The wand spun wildly for a minute before spitting out red sparks. "I doubt he's here any longer, Our Lord probably has him" she concluded with a small smile, and they all visibly relaxed in relief at her words.
"Find Dumbledore then." Draco said, sneering at the various, colourful trinkets whizzing above his head. The witch nodded and did as he said.
"He's that way." she declared, indicating a long corridor on their left, which they quickly hurried down, intent on finding the man who stole their best-friend.
"Oh, he's been done in!" Fred shouted in a comical voice which sounded (if anything) elated, as he kicked the old man's leg.
"Nah Fred dear, he's just petrified." George stated, staring into the rapidly blinking watery-blue eyes.
"Oh, shame." Fred replied disappointedly, a pout forming on his lips and George patted him consolingly on the back.
"Behave." Hermione commanded but the smile on her face belied her voice. "Now take him to your brother and lets see Harry."
"Whatever you say Herm." they smiled, each grabbing one of Dumbledore's shoulders and apparating to an old phone box in London. They pulled open the door and shoved the petrified man into it, before clambering in themselves; limbs cramped and askew in the small space. Upon dialling 62442 they heard the welcome-witch's voice greeting them.
"Please state your name(s) and your business at the Ministry today" she asked and Fred chose to answer.
"Fred and George Weasley, escorting some lowly scum to the Minister of Magic." and with an audible click two badges were issued stating 'Fred/ George Weasley: escorting lowly scum to the Minister."
"Nice one Fred." George complimented, adoringly pinning his badge onto his robes.
"The Ministry Of Magic wishes you a pleasant day." the witch said before opening the doors to the bustling atrium of the Ministry.
"What floor is Perce on?"
"Why can't we just apparate in." whined George. "We're the Minister's brothers!"
"Probably why we can't apparate in actually." Fred replied, rubbing the nape of his neck with a proud smile. "Menace to society and all that."
Riddle Manor – 09:43AM
"It's very eerie isn't it?" asked Neville, peering around the entrance hall with interest, everyone looked at him with shock and Theo raised an eyebrow.
"It is the Dark Lord's Manor love." he stated, which earned him a smack in the ribs. The others winced at the reaction and chuckled at the twins whispered 'Maybe Nev's pregnant too.'
Luckily said man didn't hear the whispered comment and said "Yes but it is more eerie than usual – super-eerie." Theo refrained from commenting, just rubbed his sore body with a wince.
"Where is everyone?" Draco asked, before using the point-me-spell on Harry once more. "He's in the Medical Room." the blonde croaked and all the youths froze in fear before storming up the stairs. They heard hushed voices from near the door to the room
"...Uterus didn't contract so he just bled out." they heard Narcissa say and waited with baited breaths, hoping that their friend was safe. "We had to forcibly removed the placenta, of course as he couldn't do it naturally." she continued, but then they heard the voice of Bellatrix interrupting.
"But that wouldn't account for the amount of blood there was."
"No." the blonde agreed. "It was because of the potions he was being given, the defence-shattering and the will-dulling. They reacted extremely badly and produced a highly toxic substance in his body, his liver would have detoxified this naturally with the help of his magic."
"But most of that was going to Eder." Bella said, realisation evident in her voice.
"Exactly. So his liver couldn't detoxify the substance and the only way his body could get rid of the poison was to bleed it out."
"So he nearly died to protect himself?"
"Yes, it is a vicious circle."
"But he is all right now?" Bella asked with ill-concealed worry.
"Yes, he'll sleep for a while but he should be healed soon enough."
"And Eder?" she questioned, and the youths quickly vacated the area when they heard the voices and footsteps coming closer to the door.
"Perfectly healthy baby."
"And Our Lord?"
"Relieved, Bella. Now that he knows Harry will pull through. I didn't to be honest, I thought he was going to die in the entranceway, but Harry is if anything, resilient to death." she chuckled weakly at the thought of the young man.
"Thank Merlin, for small miracles." Bella laughed alongside her sister, as they exited the rooms.
Meanwhile – Ministry Of Magic – Minister's Office
"Sir?" called an Auror from the doorway to the Minsiter's office. "What are we t' do with 'im?" he asked in a thick, Yorkshire brogue. Percy glanced from the papers in his hands, to where the man was pointing.
"Oh him?" he questioned, sneering at the still-petrified body of Albus Dumbledore. "Azkaban." he dismissed with a wave of his hand.
"The Kiss?" the Auror enquired, casting the levicorpus spell on the elder wizard, who used to be revered by many.
"No." Percy said slowly, a malicious smirk forming on his face. "There are several parties involved who would like to 'play' with him, and would prefer him with a soul."
"For that." the Auror answered when he was at the door. "The man would 'ave to 'ave 'ad a soul t' begin with." Percy looked at the man, no – Auror Biggins a young and attractive man and smiled.
Riddle Manor – Medical Room
Tom glanced at the door when he heard it open, and once the two intruders saw he was awake they bowed shallowly at the waist.
"Good morning, My Lord." they intoned before moving back into standing position. Tom raised an eyebrow at their presence in the room and Severus cleared his throat.
"We've come to check on Harry's progress, My Lord."
"And feed Eder." Narcissa added when she noticed Severus wouldn't. 'Strange man, and his phobia about babies.' she thought with a snort.
Tom nodded at his followers, then smiled softly at his lover, who looked so peaceful with Eder-Blake, lain on his back next to him, the child's small, pudgy fist gripping his father's ebony locks. Tom leant down and lightly pressed his lips to his fiancé's cheek, then rose elegantly from the bed, removing the rumples in his clothes with a wave of his hand.
Narcissa smiled at him and Tom turned to the Potions Master. "How is he Severus?" he questioned. Severus glanced at the Dark Lord through his hair, grateful for his length as it hid his lost expression.
"As well as can be, considering the circumstances. He should be unconscious for at least another week, maybe two." answered the man, surreptitiously inching further away from the leader of the Dark, who frowned at Severus' answer.
"Why will he sleep that long?" he asked, one of his red-eyes twitching in annoyance. Severus hid his gulp and terrified expression by pretending to read Harry's notes.
"It's a healing sleep, My Lord." Severus answered respectfully 'After all, what better way to please a Dark Lord than to respect him?' "The body enters a healing sleep, simply because it is easier for the patient to handle. I mean it is much easier for the patient if he is unconscious for his healing then having to endure hours of agony whilst their-" but the Potions Master's explanation was cut short when Eder-Blake's wails could be heard.
Tom whipped his head round, wand out, ready to attack the danger threatening his son, but all he could see was Narcissa. The blonde woman smiled apologetically at her Lord.
"I'm sorry sir. He just doesn't want to leave Harry's side."
Tom cast a thoughtful gaze at his son, who adamantly refused to release the hair fisted in his small fist. Unique eyes locked onto ruby-red ones, and Tom raised an eyebrow at his son, who gurgled a reply.
"Leave him." The Dark Lord instructed, waiting for what was going to happen. And as soon as Narcissa let go of Eder-Blake, a large golden sphere enveloped him, larger than the one Tom had previously seen. It spat out sparks of different hues of green, which gracefully wove and intertwined around one another as they left the sphere and floated around the unconscious Harry. Eventually Harry's body was teeming with green sparks until they suddenly leapt into the teen. The golden sphere around Eder-Blake (which was significantly smaller) faded back into the small child, and he fell back asleep, hand still tangled in his father's hair.
"Of course." murmured Narcissa with a smile, and the two men turned their questioning eyes upon her. "Eder just gave Harry his magic back." she stated, waving her wand over the unconscious man and read the statistics. "I hadn't thought of it before, because the magic normally enters the 'mother' a couple of hours after birth. However in extremely magically-strong babies, the magic can remain in the child until the next day. Because the child's core will be establishing itself with more power than the average witch or wizard."
Severus and Tom blinked owlishly at her before contemplatively looking at the happily sleeping child.
"Of course with Harry's magic now completely back within him, his recovery should quicken. I suspect he should be awake by the end of the week maximum."
Tom smiled relievedly, and sat next to his lover once more. "So if that magic was Harrys, does that mean Eder-Blake didn't stop the killing curse?" he asked, sweeping a strand of Harry's hair out of the sleeping man's eyes.
"Excuse us sir?" they asked, shock written across their faces as they turned to the small child once again. So Tom told them of the events which occurred when he rescued his lover and son.
"That little bastard!" Narcissa fumed, scowling at a spot in the corner.
"Indeed." Severus agreed, before thinking about the events. "It would seem that Eder's aura is gold and Harry's is green." he mused and Tom listened to the theory intently. "Harry's magic probably played a major part in Eder's protection against the curse, however Eder seemed to be able to control it. It is sort of like Harry's magic was the tool and Eder was the wielder."
"I see." Tom said, proudly looking at his son. "He is definitely becoming an enigma."
Meanwhile – The Burrow – Inside The Wards
Two identical red-heads apparated to the inside of their familial home, reminiscent smiles on their faces as they remembered their past, despite the darkness they had learnt from their youngest siblings and their parents. They simultaneously ducked their heads into the house, via the open kitchen door and jauntily waved at their mother who had rushed in once she had felt the wards shift. Suddenly the two men were crushed in a bone-breaking hug, with their mother sobbing softly into their hair, they felt a twinge of regret for their actions but quickly pushed it aside. They meant what they said to Harry all those months ago, this was no longer their family, what their parents had done was unacceptable.
And just as quickly as the woman started crying, she was now glaring at them. "You heartless sons!" she screamed at them, pointing an accusing finger at them. "You go gallivanting off to America on a business trip which we weren't even aware of, return, and then send no word to us for months. And now you have the gall to swan in here like nothing has happened! Well it has!"
The twins glanced sheepishly at one another, hastily rubbing the back of their necks. "Yeah, sorry about that." they apologised, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.
"But we have some-"
"important news!" they told exuberantly, as if their dressing down had never even happened, Molly narrowed her eyes at the boys.
"What is it?" she asked warily, bustling about the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her family.
"We're engaged!" they declared, hiding their sniggers as Molly dropped the pan she was holding and turned to her twins with a pale face.
"To each-other?" she questioned fearfully, absently picking the dropped pan up from the floor. Fred and Gorge burst out laughing at their mother and wrapped an arm around each-other's shoulders.
"No mum -" Fred assured her quickly, his face red from laughing.
"- We're not, although -" George said thoughtfully, appraising his twin from the side.
"- He is exceedingly -"
"- Handsome! Not a -"
"-bad catch. Quite -"
"-Rugged and attractive." they finished each-other's sentences, leaning closer together with each word and stared adoringly into each-other's eyes.
"So who is it then?" she enquired eagerly, happy as her boys pulled away from each other and grinned.
"We're not telling until Ronnikins gets down here." they told her with eyes dancing mischievously as they plonked into two seats near them.
"Does he know her?" she asked but the other two red-heads just mimed zipping their lips shut.
"Fine." Molly huffed before hurrying to the stairs and demanded Ron in the kitchen. It was only moments later, the twins saw their youngest brother appear, blearily rubbing his eyes, Ginny following tiredly behind them and Arthur bouncing jovially in from the garden.
"What is all this noise about Molly?" Arthur questioned his wife before kissing her cheek, and smiling at his two sons who had waved at him. Molly pointed at the twins and happily said. "They're getting married!"
"Not...to each other, right?" Arthur asked his two sons who smiled mysteriously at him, Molly hit them over the head.
"No, they're not." she told her husband who visibly relaxed. "However they wouldn't say who to, until Ron appeared." at this she cast a disapproving look at her sons who just beamed in return. "So who is it?" she demanded, and Ginny jsoon joined in on her mothers demands.
"Yeah, do tell! And let me be the bridesmaid!" their little sister yelled, jumping on her toes, and the twins had to hide their grimaces of disgust.
"I don't know about the bridesmaid bit Gin." they answered, wincing as Ginny shrieked. "It's our fiancé's decision after all."
"Who is she!" Ginny screamed, stomping her foot on the floor in annoyance. "Do I know her?"
The twins smiled nastily at their family, no longer able to hide their disgust with their sister's attitude and their family sent bewildered looks at each other. "Yes you do know her." Fred said, standing from the table to pay the owl that had appeared at the window with the daily prophet. The red-head saw the headline and smirked.
"You all know her actually." George stated, standing to move next to his twin, who eagerly showed the headline.
"But I highly doubt she'll want you as her bridesmaid either Gin." Fred continued.
"Frred! George!" shouted Molly, appalled at her sons behaviour, but they ignored her.
"Oh and she told us to tell you Ronald." George said, casting a long and baleful look at his brother, who scowled at them angrily.
"Never to contact at her again, professing your love to her."
"She said, her escaping for sixth year has done nothing to put you off." George said with a laugh.
"So leave her alone." they commanded with cold eyes, all traces of their earlier amusement gone.
"What are you talking about?" Molly said at her boys, but flinched when they witheringly glanced at her, and she was horribly reminded of that day.
'The Dark Lord spotted the smile and smirked. "Percy Weasley." he called and the red-haired youth looked at his Lord, to the protestations of his family. Percy shot a glare at them witheringly.'
"Oh Merlin." she whispered, clutching her chest in pain as she knew that at least 3 of her sons hated her. 'Is what I've done, so terribly wrong?' she questioned herself.
"And in case you haven't figured it out already." Fred started, assessing them coolly.
"Which wouldn't actually surprise us." George added helpfully.
"We are engaged to our Herm." he said her name with a soft smile,
"Yeah our Herm." George repeated with the same smile,
"And so we'll take our leave!" they declared with a mock bow, and strode to the door, but before they left they turned and pointed to the Prophet which laid forgotten on the windowsill. "Oh yeah, before we forget. Your little friend has finally been caught." they said happily before maliciously saying. "But he isn't safe from us, no siree!"
And by the time Molly rushed to the door her twins were nowhere to be seen, and she collapsed onto the floor, crying. Her remaining family frozen in shock around her.
Riddle Manor – Corridor Outside Medical Room
"Honestly Tom you've been in here for days now!" Hermione shouted, pounding her fist against the door.
There was no answer and she released a huff of annoyance and raised the volume of her voice "He will wake up you know, I don't know why you're like this. I know Harry would question it also, sure he'd love you for caring about him but he'd be pretty pissed that you were neglecting your duties as a Dark Lord over it. You've both worked so hard to get this far, and Harry will undoubtedly be proud of you, but not if you're wasting yourself away in there. I'm Just saying." she finished, before flouncing away.
"You're horrible to them I dashura ihm." came Tom's voice as he nuzzled his fiancé's neck lovingly "You've been awake for two days now and you refuse to let me leave and tell anybody else." he said from where he was bound on the bed.
Harry merely smiled in response, he knew Tom could of left whenever he wanted so he just placed a chaste kiss upon Tom's waiting mouth. "Is it really a problem, lovely?" Harry asked, playing with the hair at the back of his lover's neck and then raised an eyebrow as Tom leant into the touch.
"Honsetly?" Tom said, smiling widely at his lover. "No it isn't, I've finally got you and my little one safe in my arms." he said, casting a warm smile at his son who was once again asleep next to his 'mother.'
"Exactly." Harry replied, settling back into his pillows. "It's the first time I can simply enjoy peace with my son. He was taken away from me so soon." he choked out, adding another layer of protective magic around his little Eder-Blake with a wave of his hand. Tom caught Harry's hand and raised it to his lips, green eyes widened in surprise at the gesture.
"Nothing will ever harm you or Eder-Blake again, I dashura ihm." Tom vowed, staring into the eyes of the only man he would ever love. "Not while I'm around."
Harry smiled sleepily at his lover before closing his verdant eyes with "I will never doubt it." falling from his tired lips.
"Fle mirë i dashur" The Dark Lord hissed before rising from the bed to alert the others of Harry's health, reluctantly glancing at his whole world as he left the room.
Azkaban Prison Cell
22nd August 2006
The two dark-haired men laughed as another crucio fell from the lips, directed at the weathered man in the corner, curled into the foetal position. The wizened wizard screamed and screamed and screamed, but it only served to fuel the wizards mirth. They finally released the curse, and the man fell upon his hands and knees, breathing heavily.
"How...could...you...do...it...Harry?" the man questioned and the smaller dark-haired man sneered at the pathetic fool below him. And he gave the same answer that he had given the man for the past 8 years.
"How could I do what Dumbledore? Escape your control? Or Actually be happy? I have a life now, a husband who loves me and an adoring son. A son who you tried to take from me, a son I almost died having because of your interference! A son whose life would have been the copy of mine if your plans would have succeeded! Do you have any idea what that feels like? Watching your son be taken and not being able to do anything to stop it? Do you know how it feels?"
Dumbledore whimpered as the 27 year old man's magic crackled threateningly in the air, and flickered tauntingly around the ex-Headmaster. Harry glanced balefully at the mess in the corner and hissed out. ...sensus memoria... Absently watching the man claw at his own skin as felt the emotions of Harry's past memories, and in one swift motion Tom wrapped an arm around his husband's waist and led him out of the cell.
"Your safe from him now, I dashura ihm." Tom whispered to Harry, when he felt the smaller man shiver against his side. "He can never get you now." Harry turned in his husband's arms so they were face-to-face.
"I know lovely." he replied, just as quietly. "But he still has supporters."
"Fools." Tom snarled silently and Harry smile sadly at him.
"Yes, but we shouldn't underestimate them. Constant vigilance and all that."
"They won't get you, your safe." Tom repeated, feeling confused when Harry beat his hands against Tom's chest.
"I know that!" Harry yelled. "But you almost died, remember! 60 of them! All 60 of them turned raised their wands against you and you nearly didn't make it out of there! And Blaise still can't use his left arm that well, not after all his nerves went!" he cried vehemently into wide ruby eyes. "And don't you even try and say that was his problem for jumping in front of that curse for Draco!"
"I know loçkë. He only wanted to save the one he loved most in the world. I know exactly how that feels." Tom spoke quietly into Harry's ear, pressing light kisses to the side of the man's neck. Said man sighed and ran a hand through his husband's short, wavy black hair, just letting himself be lost in the thoughts of peace.
Tom had gradually let his glamours fade once Dumbledore had been imprisoned, letting him stand beside Harry in his true aristocratic glory. No-one said a word if they noticed, nor did they say a word if they recognised Harry Potter's husband for who he truly was – The Dark Lord. They were all content now that they were finally at peace, that was, when Lord Voldemort surrendered to the Ministry on one condition. That being that 'Dark' magic was no longer discriminated against, magic was magic, there were no categories for it. So all magic was taught at Hogwarts (whether it was previously considered Light, Dark or Neutral) and Defence Against The Dark Arts just turned into Defence.
No-one said anything against this, families were reunited, rebuilt, reborn. The students of Hogwarts were re-sorted once a year (or when a student politely asks Severus) so inter-house relations were built, and the house prejudices were thrown away. That's why no-one could understand or stand the self named Dumbledore-Protectors or DP as they are more commonly known, who were becoming even more hated then the Death-Eaters had ever been. Everyone knew the Death-Eaters were for a cause, a revolution if you would. But the Dumbledore-protectors had no cause, no reason for their dastardly actions, they only wanted chaos and Dumbledore free.
After Dumbledore was imprisoned, the previous years 7th years were called to take their N.E.W.T.'s, which Harry and his friends passed with nothing below an 'Acceptable' to everyone's pleasure and surprise.
Draco and Blaise did marry, and had two children – Elsie Rosa Zabini and Alec Daemon Malfoy, who were 7 and 5 years old. Theo and Nev married also, and became Hogwart's youngest Herbology and Charms Professor; they were now included in Hogwarts: A History. Gred, Forge and Hermione are still engaged, with Hermione pregnant with their 1st child, whilst she assisted the elderly Professor McGonagall with her Transfiguration lessons.
And when Harry cleared his thoughts he found himself in Riddle Manor's Entrance Hall, he glanced around with a confused face when something slammed into his side. He looked down with a bemused smile and saw his 8 year-old son, Eder-Blake hugging his leather-clad leg. Harry chuckled and ruffled his son's ebony locks, and Eder-Blake turned his interesting (if slightly scary) amber eyes, speckled with emerald on Harry's and smiled mysteriously before giggling once he saw his other father wrap an arm around his daddy's waist.
"Have fun." he said in between giggles whilst quickly hurrying toward the drawing room. "I'll just be with Bella and Ebony." he called with a wave before disappearing from sight.
Tom looked at where his son was warily before glancing at Harry's amused face. "I have no clue how he does that." Tom stated with a small smile, Harry smirked mischievously up at his husband.
"Well he only seems to be able to do it when you're planning on doing something with me." Harry almost purred, laughing silently when he saw Tom's eyes darken with lust. "Were you planning on doing anything, my lovely?" Harry asked, thrusting lightly against his husband's body.
"Yes." he growled out, grabbing Harry's hand to still him. The younger man merely tilted his head to the side cutely and smirked once more, Tom shivered slightly in fright.
"I have some news first." Harry said, amusedly raking dancing emerald eyes up Tom's body. "But you may want to sit down for this, I wouldn't want you to faint again." Ruby orbs widened in shock, before the Dark Lord slowly sat upon the marble floor.
"You-You don't mean?" Tom questioned Harry dazedly, but the smaller man just nodded happily, also sitting on the floor so he could cuddle up to Tom.
"Yep! I'm pregnant! And I have a feeling it's a girl too." he declared; Tom blinked before speculatively looking at himself, then Harry, then himself once more.
"A girl." he echoed doubtfully. "What do we know about girls?" he questioned, he had been gay for as long as he remembered and he had no other relationship with a female apart from pure friendly ones with Narcissa, Bellatrix and Augusta.
"Well." Harry said with a frown. "I've given birth, so I can sympathise with her if she ever gets pregnant. But that is as close to being a girl than I ever want to be again. I might have a c-section this time." he mused, glancing thoughtfully at his stomach.
"Okay." the Dark Lord acquiesced "You know something about girls, but what do I know about girls." Harry cheekily looked at his husband between his long hair and smiled innocently.
"Well you do have temper tantrums like one PMS-ing." he stated sweetly, ducking the arm aimed at his hair. "Nah-ah-ahhh." he called. "I'm pregnant, you can't do anything."
Tom slowly licked his lips, delighted as he saw to pink tinges appearing on Harry's cheeks and his emerald eyes fixated on the said appendage. "Well I can think of a few things, although I'm quite sure you would enjoy them." he said throatily and Harry moaned at the sound.
'Some things will never change.' Tom thought with a smile as he tugged his lover towards their bedroom.
'I sure hope not.' was his only response as Harry firmly shut the door behind them and pushed his husband onto the bed with a laugh.
A/N: Here lies the end of Veritas Vos Liberatit! Thank you to all who have reviewed/favourited/added/supported this story through it's strange process in my mind. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. TTFN ^^