Voldemort's Husband
Summary: Voldemort was cold and ruthless, what happens when a complete stranger breaks the walls around his heart? How will the Knights of Walpurgis and the Wizardry World react to the only person who can make something out of the Darkest Wizard in the World?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies, they belong to J. K. Rowling. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta: none
Pairings: Harry Potter/Voldemort, Jeremiah Lestrange/Alexa Vega, Abraxas Malfoy/Genevieve, Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald
Warnings: James and Lily aren't Harry's parents, Harry isn't British, Detective Harry Potter, Professor voldemort, Mpreg Harry, Mpreg Gellert Grindelwald, Alternate Universe - Harry is Grindelwald's grandson, Alternate Universe - In the 60s, Alternate Universe - Harry was raised in Portugal, Harry is Grey, Voldemort and Dumbledore hate each other, But Harry is Dumbledore's bastard grandson, If Dumbledore wants to be part of his grandson's life he has to 'play nice', what the hell am I tagging?
Ner words in this chapter: 2,830
"English"
'Thinking'
«Portuguese»
–Parseltongue–
{Talking on the fireplace}
Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others
Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper
Time change/Date of time
Change of POV
Chapter I
–The Englishman–
Summer 1949
HG's POV
Harry frowned when an Outsider was brought into his office. This Outsider was most likely British or American, that light skin was too much of a giveaway.
«What is going on, Marco?» He asked his co-worker police which supposedly was on holidays in the beach. A good proof being his sun-darkened skin.
«This is one of yours.» Marco argued as he made the Outsider sit down. «Doesn't know or care enough to know that wands are forbidden.»
Harry massaged his eyebrows, before he nodded at Marco which left.
"My apologies about my" «colega.» "He doesn't remember his English classes." Harry picked a pamphlet and looked at it to be certain it was the right one and in the right language before offering it up. "No magical wands policy." He explained.
The Outsider frowned and opened the pamphlet, looking it up.
"I see… my apologies. I had my wand in it's wand holster."
"Holster…" Harry picked his English dictionary confused at the word.
"Wand pocket. A sleeve." The stranger offered and Harry nodded, looking up. Only for the other to show a leather material on his forearm under the sleeve. "A holster is usually used by Muggles for guns and swords."
«Oh. Of course…» Harry nodded thankfully and stored his dictionary. "Now, we need to pass you a wand permission with a no-Nomaj perimeter order… I've no idea how to word it in English, Mister… I fear I don't have your name," «Senhor.»
"Tom Riddle. And you explain yourself perfectly. I feared I had to try to speak in Portuguese myself."
"Our schools teach English classes, French classes and Spanish classes. Only two of the three. For World" «Mágico…»
"Wizardry World." Sr. Riddle amended.
Harry nodded thankfully.
"For Wizardry World is also Latin classes. So three languages" «mandatórias.»
"Besides Portuguese." Sr. Riddle offered and Harry nodded. "What do I require to sign?"
Harry quickly filled the form and gave the man to fill his full name, birthdays, country of origin and then sign at the bottom. When it was done it disappeared and then the permit popped in. Harry offered it.
«Aqui está.» "All done."
«Muito obrigado.» Sr. Riddle thanked with a smile that could smite anyone – out of tone but at the least he tried.
Harry watched him stand and approach the door of Harry's office, only to stop at remembering something as he looked at the open door.
"Anything else," «Senhor Riddle?»
"Why did your co-worker say that I was your kind?"
Harry smiled amused. So the other understood somewhat of Portuguese language besides the couple of words «good morning», «good afternoon», «good bye» and «thank you very much» that Outsiders usually learn.
"My" «família» "isn't Portuguese. Because of my non-Portuguese name people call me Englishman." «'Inglês'. Mesmo que tecnicamente» "I'm not."
Sr. Riddle looked back for a long time, before he bowed his head and left. Harry sighed and returned towards his actual job. Just because he was known as Englishman didn't mean that they had to send to him everyone that didn't speak Portuguese. That wasn't his job at all!
–V'sH–
Harry left the Lisbon Ministry of Magic's building only to find Sr. Riddle there against the opposite wall.
"Are you lost, Sr. Riddle?"
"Not anymore that you arrived." The other argued and Harry scoffed at the usual pickup line. "Was waiting for you."
"Whatever for?" Harry asked, as the man accompanied him towards Harry's motorbike.
"As a thank you for not sending me to the right division which I checked and none speaks English."
Harry glanced at Sr. Riddle confused.
"You are actually asking me out?"
"Indeed I am. And in English when you make a question you trade it, you say 'are you' instead."
Harry blushed at the reminder.
"Then what… you want to go" «comer» "something and…"
"I would appreciate the permission to take you out."
Harry frowned, looking at his motorbike and then back at Sr. Riddle.
"I didn't do" «nada de especial.» "What I did…"
"From where I am no one does something without something expected in return." Harry gasped in outrage and the British laughed quietly, even if it was controlled. Programmed. "I understand that was far from your mind, which only makes me want to repay you even more. To learn how someone like you works."
Harry looked down at his clothes and then up at the other.
"Do you like the ocean? Fish?" Sr. Riddle nodded. "Simple clothes. I'll take you to one of the best places to eat fish by the ocean where you can hear the sound of the waves and even smell the Ocean Atlantic."
Sr. Riddle nodded with a bow of head.
"Atlantic Ocean." He offered, before adding: "Where and when?"
"One hour at the beach of São Martinho do Porto. I'll find you," «de acordo?»
Sr. Riddle nodded and walked away towards the free apparating-zone. Harry climbed his motorbike and hit the road. As soon as he entered the motorway he apparated outside his town and drove home. His old Gambuzino was whining when he entered.
«Yes, I know. I am late.» He agreed and set up the Creature's meal.
As Harry hurried to shower and change, his Familiar ate everything in one go. It was already looking back squeaking for more, pampered little beasty.
Gambuzinos were a Creature classified by some as a "Chimera". For this beast of divine creation simultaneously exhibits characteristics of a rabbit, wolf, beaver, duck and deer in their morphological appearance. Nomajes couldn't see it but still looked for it like crazy. Only someone of magic could see it. A Squib could for example.
Finally, Harry left with his pet and went for it's walk. They went around the beach in form of a shell until the other corner of the shell were the next town was. When they arrived, Sr. Riddle was there watching the sun setting on the ocean's horizon.
"Great view, I know."
Sr. Riddle immediately turned to look back only to frown at the scaredy-cat behind Harry's legs.
"What's that?"
"My familiar." «Invisíveis» "for Nomaj sight. Will it be a problem?" Sr. Riddle shook his head and Harry directed him to a restaurant just besides the beach. «Table for two. By the windows.»
«A new friend, Sr. Inglês?» The teen working today as a waiter asked amused.
«You can say that. Tell the Cook that I have a real Englishman looking forward for a real fresh fish.»
The Waiter grinned and after leaving them by the windows went into the kitchen.
"You came here a lot?"
«Às vezes.» "It's two small towns very close together. Everyone knows everyone." Harry stood when the Cook actually left the kitchen and approached to hug him. «You didn't need to.»
«Nonsense.» She reprimanded him and then smiled at Sr. Riddle. "Ever ate fish, Sir?"
"Orphanage in the middle of the war, Madam." Sr. Riddle argued as he stood to acknowledge the woman. "I am ready for whatever explosion of flavours you will grant us with."
Harry blushed when Sr. Riddle even kissed the back of her hand.
«I like him.» She offered towards Harry, which immediately sputtered in embarrassment. "I'll prepare you my specialty."
Sr. Riddle nodded with a bow of head and, as they were left alone, the two sat. Harry embarrassed.
"You don't bring many people here with you, do you?"
«Raios!» Harry threw his head in his hands. "I should have bringed you somewhere else. Everyone will think we are on an actual" «encontro…»
"I don't mind." Harry looked up from his hands. "People always talk either it is here or in somewhere else."
Shyly, Harry straightened while the waiter approached with the wine cart for Sr. Riddle, a set of entries, bread and Harry's juice in a jar was brought in. Harry nodded thankfully while Sr. Riddle accepted the cart.
"For fish I hear it is best white whine." Harry offered.
Sr. Riddle hummed and passed to the white wine page, choose one and signaled the Waiter. The teen nodded and went to pick it up.
"You don't drink alcohol?"
"My… you know what has allergic reactions to it. I utterly and" «completamente» "lose control. I had some hilarious visits to the" «polícia» "as a teen for decontrol while drunk."
Sr. Riddle hummed.
"Can you control your full extent?" Harry shrugged uncertain. "I can tutor you." Sr. Riddle offered and it was obvious that he really meant it.
Harry nodded thankfully.
"I'd appreciate it." He agreed. "What is your" «profissão…» "job, Sr. Riddle?"
"My preferred job is the one of Professor." Sr. Riddle answered and Harry nodded. "For lack of maturity and knowledge I was refused. So I am learning everything I can around the Europe over how they see our world. I just arrived from Albania."
"I can help with how" «Península Ibérica» "sees our world." Harry agreed.
Sr. Riddle smiled and for the first-time it was a true smile. Eventually the wine and their meal arrived.
"There's no need to keep calling me by surname. Sure, I don't like my first name but you can use my middle name: Marvolo."
"Harrrry then." Harry agreed.
"Have you ever left Portugal, Harry?" Marvolo asked, not pronouncing the Rs like Harry had done and doing it more like L – which Harry guessed that he was spelling the word has it really should be said.
"I was born out of Portugal but bringed in as a child." Harry offered as he let some fish fall to his lap where his pet immediate took advantage to eat. "After that?" «Nunca.»
Marvolo nodded against his glass of wine.
"Not wanting to be disrespectful but: past of bring is brought instead of bringed."
Harry turned deep red.
–V'sH–
Fall 1950
For a whole year, Marvolo stayed. He tutored Harry how to fully connect with his Magical Core and Harry about how the Portuguese and Spanish Wizardry World worked, how they did magic and how they used different type of objects instead of wands to adapt to the clime.
Eventually came the promised goodbye. Marvolo was leaving next day. Marvolo didn't ask Harry to accompany him to England. He knew Harry loved his town and it's people. Harry didn't ask him to stay. He knew Marvolo needed to prove something back at home and until then he couldn't lay back and rest.
Harry set one of his homemade cakes on the table as Marvolo looked at a ring he always wore. Harry knew it had sentimental valor to him. It came as a complete surprise then when Marvolo took it out and set it before Harry on the table. Harry looked back wide-eyed.
"A promise. That I will come back."
As much as Harry wanted to pick it up he didn't.
"If you return. Return because you want to. Not because that a ring is locking you here."
"That is my Family Ring." Harry frowned. "I wouldn't return to pick it up. I'd return for it's owner."
Harry's eyes grew as it clicked what the other was implying. Harry looked at the ring for a real long time and then offered his right hand, only for Marvolo to grab his left and set the Family Ring on Harry's ring finger. Harry felt it and saw it as their entire magic bounded together as one. Marvolo hadn't just meant a lover, an engagement of sort. No, he had gone directly to marriage! Magical Marriage at that!
"Stay over tonight?" Harry asked and Marvolo stood, leaned over Harry on the chair and grabbed his cheeks only to kiss Harry for the first-time. "Definitely stay over tonight."
Marvolo chuckled.
"I will." He agreed. "And each time we can spare."
–V'sH–
May 1961
For a decade during his holidays Marvolo would visit Harry, stay for as long as he had managed to join his days' off and then return to England until next year.
This time though there was something different about him. Harry knew he was letting his Darkness take over and guide him, still… was it too bad? So long as he could still remember the little people…
"I never liked my name. Tom Riddle. Named after my Muggle father which abandoned my mother to deliver me to term completely alone." Harry glanced up from the pillow to look at his husband by his side staring at the ceiling of their bedroom. "I always wanted to change it. Even as a child. Before I entered Hogwarts I had already chosen a name for myself."
"What would it be?" Harry asked his throat raspy from the massive moaning earlier.
Marvolo summoned a glass of water and helped Harry drink it.
"It would be Lord Voldemort. An anagram from my name."
Harry hummed as he looked at his husband.
"You'd still need a first name. Because if I am Harry Voldemort then what would I call you? Would I still call you Marvolo?"
Marvolo's smile was disarming, even with his red eyes.
"Did I ever tell you that I don't give you enough credit?"
Harry laughed.
"No, but wouldn't hurt to admit that you love me as well."
Harry had never asked for it. He knew from his husband's upbringing that he couldn't understand feelings. Yet Harry didn't need him to word it to know that Marvolo was madly in love with Harry. Still… it would be nice.
"I do." Harry huffed at the avoidance and still admittance. "You are the only person I ever felt even a slight attraction to. I never understood how my classmates could date this one now and the next tomorrow. For me it is you and only you."
Harry groaned at Marvolo's big words only to avoid saying something so simple, and threw his face back in the pillow.
"Don't say that like that." He whined.
"Whatever not?"
"Because I'm still full and sore from last time." He grumbled.
Marvolo scoffed and lips showed on Harry's shoulder. He raised his face only to find his husband's dark lust staring right back and knew that he would so regret this later but pulled the other for a kiss. Somehow Harry felt their magic locking together even more that night.
"Salazar." Harry raised an eyebrow at his husband's train of thought during the aftermath. "My ancestor's name. Salazar Slytherin. You could call me Salazar Voldemort and I would call you Harry Voldemort."
"Really? You pass from the too big name Marvolo to the too big name Salazar? Do you have any idea how hard is to say such a big name mid it? Besides Salazar is the surname of Portugal's version of Hitler, Antonio de Oliveira Salazar. I should know, he is the Nomajes' current Prime Minister."
Marvolo laughed at Harry's train of thoughts.
–V'sH–
Monday, 31 July 1961
Harry waved at Marvolo as he left yet again. He had stayed longer than usual this time for some reason. Harry passed a hand through his hair and then another nausea attack hit him and he run to the bathroom. Marvolo hadn't wanted to leave until Harry's stomach bug had left him so Harry had pretended that he was better for his husband's sake. He honestly hoped that it wasn't anything serious as another wave of vomit came up and he threw out the perfect breakfast that Marvolo had served him for his birthday.
–V'sH–
Tuesday, 1 August 1961
«You look horrible.»
Harry huffed.
«Thanks. I feel it too.»
«Is your 'friend' still around?»
Harry shook his head.
«Returned to England yesterday.»
The Cook hummed and looked around at the practically empty establishment.
«You should follow him and the two return only on holidays.» Harry gaped. «Already passed a decade, you two should try to live together and if it doesn't work… my shoulder is always available and my husband is good with his shotgun. We'd have meat for a month.»
Harry snorted, which made her grin and walk away. Losing his smile, he looked down at his soup. Move to England?
–V'sH–
Wednesday, 2 August 1961
Harry had no idea why he bought the test. He just did. So, as he waited for the potion dosed parchment to do it's job, he glanced at the hyper Gambuzino around Harry's belly. When he looked at the parchment Harry started crying. Positive. It was positive by some bitch reason!
Harry groaned and stood. That called it then. Time to pack and move away. Somehow Marvolo's wedding ring was warm and… happy with the news.
(TBC)
I wanted to write a Harry is Portuguese fic for a while now, I've written him coming from or living at America several times but I never wrote one where Harry came from my country.
In a way to remind people where Salazar Slytherin's name came from – from Portugal's version of Hitler
And because in a country where you walk around in shorts and t-shirts: how the fuck do you hide a wand? So yeah, no magical wands in sunny countries without a special permission and only if you don't use magic before Muggles.
Hope you guys like it
Next Chapter: The Dark Lord's Husband
~Isys
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Colega – Colleague / Coworker / Classmate (in portuguese we don't have three words, only one which is why in my earlier fics I never wrote classmate – because to me that didn't make sense to use that wording)
Oh. Claro… – Oh. Of course…
Trouxa – Nomaj (I'll be using the American version when Harry speaks because in Portugal english classes are given with the american spelling and pronunciation, so I'm going to assume that it's the same for the Wizardry World. Also in Portugal we had Muggle, but in Brazil they gave it a 'portuguese' version which will be the one that Harry will be using when speaking in portuguese)
Senhor – Mister (Sr. – Mr.)
Mundo Mágico – Magical World (word by word)
Mandatórias – mandatory
Aqui está. – Here it is.
Muito obrigado. – Thank you very much (Just 'Obrigado' can mean that you are forced to do something that it's like mandatory, like you aren't given a choice. So it's rare to don't say the 'muito')
Mesmo que tecnicamente – Even if technically
Comer – to eat
Nada de especial – nothing special
De acordo? – agreed?
Invisíveis – invisible (obvious, right?)
Às vezes – Sometimes
Raios! – lightning (can be used as a swear, which is what Harry is doing)
Encontro – date
Profissão – job (even if Harry translates it right away)
Península Ibérica – Iberian Peninsula (The Iberian Peninsula, also known as Iberia, is located in the southwest corner of Europe. The peninsula is principally divided between Spain and Portugal, comprising most of their territory. It also includes Andorra, small areas of France, and the British overseas territory of Gibraltar. With an area of approximately 596,740 square kilometres, it is the second largest European peninsula, after the Scandinavian Peninsula.) (Just for in case you didn't know)
Nunca – Never
Positivo. Era positivo por alguma puta razão! – Positive. It was positive by some bitch reason! (Puta – Prostitute which can also be translated into Bitch and it was the best way I found to use a portuguese swearing that would sound good in english that wasn't religious related)