Disclaimer: I have no right to any of the characters, they belong to J. K. Rowling
Pairings in this chapter: future HP/LV
Warnings in this chapter: mention of mpreg, mention of slash,
Nr words in this chapter: 2,087
Time change/date of time
"It's a deal. I will be generous and give you one extra person then the twelve you said. Name me thirteen people, Dumbledore and you not included, and they won't be hurt as long as the twins don't get hurt." It took all Harry's willpower not to sigh in relief. "But if something happen to them I will go to this list and will go after them one by one. Until I'm certain the twins are safe."
Harry nodded, knowing better than to argue.
"And you won't hurt them randomly just because they're on the list?" Harry asked.
Voldemort raised an amused eyebrow at Harry and then with a flick of his hand Harry's trunk opened and a parchment, ink bottle and a quill flew to him.
"If I didn't know better I would say you're a Slytherin, Harry. Be careful don't want your friends to turn against you." Harry glared at the man, but he turned to the parchment and started to write as he spoke, "I, Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort, agree to the terms that one Harry James Potter made with me in order to keep my children safe. These agreements are to keep thirteen people safe and protected from any harm me or my men may do to them. If something happens to Stanley…" Voldemort looked up with a raised eyebrow.
"Stanley and Miley Riddle." Harry put in.
Voldemort stopped the quill and grabbed his wand pointing at the door and it opened, Harry looked to see the two twins falling on their face.
"Full name." Voldemort asked, not even commenting the fact that they had been listening on them.
The duo approached embarrassed.
"Stan Cathan Riddle and Ley Eva Riddle." Miley said, being the first of the two to find her voice.
Stanley at once hissed at his sister while Harry looked at her amused.
"It's Stanley Cathan and Miley Evania." The boy emended.
Voldemort hummed and turned to the parchment, writing their names.
"If something happens to Stanley Cathan Riddle and to Miley Evania Riddle while their under the watchful eye of Harry James Potter then one of the thirteen protected will get hurt and so on until the twins are safe. The thirteen to be protected are" Voldemort looked up at Harry as the twins sat on the couch with him, each one at his side.
Harry took a deep breath. Right, whom…
"Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Mr and Mrs Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Percy Weasley, Charley Weasley, Bill Weasley and Hermione Granger."
"They're missing one." Miley pointed out, making Harry blush.
"Right… hmm what was the name of your Godmother?"
"Luna… and her maiden surname was Lovegood." Stanley said having to ponder on the surname part.
Voldemort raised an eyebrow at the twins but then turned towards the parchment.
"The thirteen to be protected are: Sirius Orion Black, Remus John Lupin, Arthur Noah Weasley, Margaret Ann Weasley née Prewett, William Arthur Weasley, Charles Marcel Weasley, Percival Rawlings Weasley, Fred Sigmund Weasley, George Dashiell Weasley, Ronald Bilius Weasley, Hermione Jean Granger, Ginevra Margaret Weasley and Luna Galatea Lovegood." Harry wondered how the man managed to know all of their full names without vacillating, or even how he even knew their full names. "Sign your name under mine, Harry." The man added, offering Harry the parchment.
Harry grabbed the quill and signed the parchment and at once it disappeared.
"An official paper like that is sent to the goblins so neither of us can break it."
"What will happen if any of your death eaters dare to touch one of the thirteen against your orders?" Harry asked the other male.
Voldemort sneered standing.
"Trust me; you don't want me to answer that before the twins." The man hissed making shivers go down both of the twin's backs. "And I don't know how you two have been raised but if I didn't already know Stanley's magic I would've attacked you two instead of opening the door. You should never listen on someone else's conversation when people tell you not to."
"Yes, sir." The duo said at once and then the two traded looks with Harry between them and then they added. "We won't do it again, Papa."
Harry had to contain his amused smile at Voldemort's face at hearing the name. It was obvious in the twins' voice how much the two had longed to say that word.
"We can say father if you prefer, sir." Stanley said, probably interpreting Voldemort's surprised face in a wrong way.
"Papa…" Voldemort started and the word itself seemed strange on the man's tongue, "is acceptable but no silly abbreviation of it."
The twins smiled at once while Voldemort turned around and left the room.
"He isn't that bad, we always pictured him to be a big meanie…" Stanley started.
"But the face is exactly as we pictured!" Miley finished.
Harry snorted, standing and stretching, trying to get rid of tenseness in his muscles he had won because of Voldemort.
"That's because you are his children. He will be lenient with you two, I gather. Not too lenient might I add, so don't attempt to abuse it." The two nodded at once. "Besides he was raised in an orphanage. He probably doesn't even know what having a family means."
"Can we trust him?" Miley asked, hopefully.
"You can trust him to protect you and to give you everything you need… but trust… I can't promise that."
"What about you? What about this deal?" Stanley asked with a raised eyebrow.
"He was going to lock you two inside this house or the Malfoy's house and find you a tutor. You would be in a golden case for the rest of your lives. The deal was the only way he understood that I was really going to make sure you two wouldn't get hurt and by making a deal that he won't hurt people close to me."
Voldemort had decided to allow the three to stay in Riddle Manor. In order he kept the twins happy, whom, after the awkwardness of the first week, had started to learn when to leave their 'Papa' alone and when to bother him with questions about everything. Having Voldemort sleeping under the same roof as Harry was one of the oddest things Harry had ever done. A whole month barely managing to sleep, with the fear that someone might enter your bedroom, was not the best way to spend a month… not to speak of when he was actually awake.
The twins were going to Hogwarts as Evans, according to Voldemort. Voldemort had said that most muggleborns grandparents or even farther back in the family had been a squib which meant that any Evans could have magic as it was in their veins. Voldemort had limited to ask the twins Harry's home address and when he returned according to the man everything had been taken care off. Harry didn't even want to know what he had done to the Dursleys, but as their brutal murder didn't appear in either muggle or wizard newspaper he tried to let it go. The twins would be the children of Harry's Mother's Cousin and when they found that their children were magic like Lily they had contacted Petunia who had more than happily sent Harry to teach them everything they needed to know about magic. The fact that according to Voldemort the twins looked similar to Harry – not that either Harry or the twins thought it even possible – it would be even easier to make them pass as cousins. Honestly, the only thing they had similar were that they shared green eyes! And even that wasn't the same tone! The duo looked like Tom Riddle, not like Harry!
31 August, 1995
"Harry!" the green eyed menace looked up from the trunk he was filling with clothes and books. "We have to talk." The teen nodded and left his things turning to Voldemort. Voldemort entered the bedroom and sat on the only chair the teenager had on his room. As always the green eyed, messy black haired menace was tense in his presence as if expecting an attack and from the lines under his eyes it was obvious that he hadn't been sleeping the past month. Voldemort wasn't sure what else the younger male needed, he had already made sure that the younger wizard had the most comfortable bed and pillows and even so the young teenager only slept when drugged with sleeping potions. "Remember the agreement?"
Harry nodded as if bored.
"Yes, Voldemort, I do. I'll send letter as soon as their sorted, I'll send another letter as soon as I receive yours and so on. Every time Hedwig returns I send another with my 'report' on how the twins are to my mother's muggle cousin."
Voldemort sneered at the younger wizard's disrespect; it was as if he didn't care at all about the twins although Voldemort could tell clearly as day that he did. Just like Voldemort could see clearly that Harry was the twins' lost 'mother'. Of course Voldemort couldn't just tell that to Harry and the twins, the trio were too alike and would think him mad but he still could leave simple hints here and there and could use the letters about the twins as a way to keep in contact with Harry and to court him. For some reason his future-self had gotten Harry-future-self pregnant and had been unable to protect him when the Light Lords had come after them. They had put in the twins under a powerful spell that kept Harry from being able to see the resemblance between them and the twins from being able to find their bearing parent. He wouldn't commit the same mistake twice. Harry didn't need to know that Voldemort was only keeping those thirteen people as someone to protect in order to manage to keep Harry closer. To win 'points' with Harry.
Voldemort looked at the boy's forehead where his scar was visible. For some reason magic had kept him from killing Harry and was pulling him towards the teenager, after all is not every day that two male enemies end up having twins.
"You promised to take me and the twins today to the Leaky Cauldron so we could go buy their wands." Harry added a little awkward.
Voldemort sneered but nodded, he was right. They would leave today and sleep at the pub before going to the school the next day. Harry had already sent a letter to both his Godfather and friends to tell that he would be there with his cousins. If it wasn't for the wands they wouldn't even need to go earlier since Voldemort had made sure to buy all the other items the twins needed by owl.
"As soon as you finish buying the wands go to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions shop and buy you three a whole new wardrobe." Harry's eyes grew and he was about to refuse when Voldemort glared at him, making Harry's muggle clothes start flying around the room. "Your Mother's Cousin would never let you live with those kind of clothes, if you want you can ask Madam Malkin for muggle clothes. And the twins using your old ones are not an answer!"
Voldemort stood and started to leave, only to stop and look at Harry who was glaring back as Voldemort's magic made the clothes enter the trunk neatly and folded.
"Yes?" the teenager asked harshly and Voldemort wondered not for the first time why he had decided to use Harry as a bearer of his children the first time around.
"Go to the trunk shop as well. I would have done that earlier, but, as you three needed to go to Diagon Alley, I decided to let you three choose the trunks yourselves. There are magical trunks with different compartments. You don't need to pack it all in one single muggle trunk. Besides it is far from hygienic to put your clothes with your shoes, books, inks bottles, parchments, quills and bathroom things all packed together… and who knows what else you have in there." Voldemort hissed looking at the trunk only to see a book - that was entering the trunk with the help of Voldemort's magic - open the pages and show an album photo with pictures of Harry's parents.
Pictures… the twins didn't have a photo album.
No, Voldemort isn't oc. If you've read the book you know that Voldemort doesn't do things without thinking them through, besides Voldemort lived in an orphanage and is a Slytherin, it's normal for him to want the twins (and being a mother hen) and at the same time being a cold bastard.
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