Ner words in this chapter: 2,800
"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 II
–The Dark Lord's Husband–
Thursday, 10 August 1961
HGV's POV
London was just as rainy as Harry imagined, it'd take sometime to get used to. He arrived the Leaky Cauldron and passed through like Marvolo had taught him once. He bypassed the Wizards and Witches in the Wizardry Street and went to the first right through a tight tunnel besides the Scribbulus Writing Implements shop. In the back alley he looked for the number 7 door and then used the spare key Marvolo had gifted him for just in case several years ago. He climbed the steps to the loft over the shop and unlocked the next door. Looked like Marvolo hadn't returned from his travel yet. He set down his bag and pet carrier, before starting to clean up and getting accustomed to his new home. Maybe he'd manage to persuade his husband to buy a country house instead? Harry blushed when he found a corner where Marvolo had stored everything Harry had ever given him. Even the damned wand permission. Eventually Harry found his new bedroom and after cleaning it up and letting Hedwig out from her carrier, Harry laid on the bed. It still smelled like Marvolo. He hugged his belly barely there.
"This is your Daddy's Magical Aura that we are feeling." He whispered towards his unborn child. «I hope he returns from his journey in no time…»
Harry was interrupted by knocking. He stood from the bed and went downstairs to check.
"Who are you and what do you think you are doing at…?"
"Knight Jeremiah Lestrange," «certo?» Harry wondered and the brunet frowned. "I'm Harry Riddle…" «embora eu acredito que o meu marido prefira que eu use Harry Voldemort em vez do apelido Trouxa…»
The man tensed before he bowed his head. Harry let him in and then climbed the stairs. Jeremiah followed him and Harry sat on a couch with Hedwig jumping onto his lap.
"My apologies, Sire. My Lord hadn't warned that you would came over. He is out the country and…"
"I'm pregnant."
Jeremiah's eyes grew as his face stayed calm.
"Has a Healer done you a check-up, Sire?" Harry shook his head. "I'll organize for Antonin Dolohov to came over immediately. As well as ask the others to help me take out anything dangerous for a pregnancy and infant from the loft."
"Warn my husband?" Harry proposed.
"I'll send an owl, but last couple times the owls didn't reach it's destined destination. … Most likely his desire to be alone with you uninterrupted, Sire."
Harry nodded understanding.
"How expensive are country houses? I'm not used to the big city."
"My Lord, your husband, had been looking over some locations before he left. I'll look them up." Harry nodded thankfully. "I'll floocall Antonin now."
Harry watched him stand and approach the fireplace.
"Do you mind if I return to bed? Salazar's Magical Signature is there and after a week of paperwork to take care of everything, closing my old place, travel and then I even had to clean this place… I'm exhausted."
"Not at all." Jeremiah agreed and Harry stood, heading to bed. "You do know that he is unable to feel love, do you not?" Was added uncertain.
Harry stopped to stare back, then grinned and showed his hand.
"He still married me by giving me his Family Ring on the ring finger and on the wedding hand." The brown eyes stared at it unsure. "There were no potions and no spells. Only way a male can get pregnant without outside help is when both love each other and give themselves without any step back. So, Sir, I have a proof inside of me that he does love me. Also means that in his way of seeing the world that I am his biggest" «fraqueza.»
Jeremiah smiled and bowed to his waist.
"And I'll do my best at taking care of both of you."
Harry nodded thankfully and went to bed, eventually Jeremiah let another man into the room.
"Antonin Dolohov?" Harry wondered.
The Healer nodded and set a hand over Harry's belly.
"It's growing well… you'll need magical leaning."
"Get Salazar Voldemort and he will because I don't know anyone else who is as strong as he." Harry agreed. "Although, for now, this room is impregnated with my husband's Aura."
"I'll leave you alone to absorb it then, Sire."
Harry nodded and his Healer left.
–V'sH–
JCL's POV
"Our Lord's husband, Jeremy?" Corban Yaxley snarled. "Have you lost your mind? Do you not think he would tell us if he suddenly found someone he considered good enough to be an equal?"
"He has our Lord's Family Ring on his wedding hand, his house key and knew me by name! He even knows both Riddle and Voldemort as the same person!" Jeremiah snarled at his fellow Knight for daring to question him.
Before the argument continued among the thirteen, the bedroom door opened. Green eyes stared back drowsily behind round glasses and a sun-darkened skin.
«Peço desculpa. Júnior» "is demanding for food. He's a demanding young man like his Daddy."
Jeremiah looked at Cassandra Zabini, which entered the kitchen immediately.
"My apologies if we woke you up, Sire."
"The sound outside the window didn't let me fall asleep anyhow." Harry argued in a kind of American pronounce and massaged his eyeball from under his glasses. "Corban Yaxley, right?" «Meu marido,» "Salazar Voldemort, spoke about you as well. It was a lot of" «nomes» "of people he" «considera» "tight. His Knights… of… Walpurgis I believe was the name." «Peço desculpa…» "it has been a long day and" «vários» "years since Marvolo told me about you all."
Jeremiah smiled internally as his fellow Knights were forced to believe that somehow their Lord had found someone worth his time. Cassandra returned with a tray and Harry sat down on the couch to eat.
"I'll go south." Marcelius Mulciber claimed and Corban rolled his eyes. "And Corban will come with me." He added with a there's no options tone. In a clear: you need to come to calm down, Corban.
"I'll bring my brother and Greyback and we'll locate our Lord." Corban agreed.
Harry nodded at the Wizard with a massive smile as a thank you, between bites. Even if innocent or whatever, there had to be something special about him that captivated their Lord. It couldn't just be the honey-like skin that captivated him. Their Lord just wasn't the type to be captivated by the tanned, younger and innocent lover.
–V'sH–
Sunday, 13 August 1961
HGV's POV
Harry accepted the magazine from Jeremiah to find it being a child catalogue.
"My wife just had our second son last year." He explained and Harry nodded thankfully.
Harry looked through it until he heard someone running up the stairs. Immediately he stood and set in position for attack. Only to find a Marvolo with white death-like skin, red cat-shaped eyes and snake-shaped nostrils before him.
"Harry," «sou eu.»
Harry lowered his arm, immediately Marvolo stepped forward and held him close. Only then Harry felt his magic. His husband's magic. Harry sighed and leaned into the embrace.
"So… I guess your Knight told you?" Marvolo stepped back just enough to nod. Harry grabbed his husband's hand, set it on his own stomach and made his own magic direct his husband's magic towards their child's own magic which thrilled in enthusiasm. "That's it," «Bebé,» "your Daddy is finally here with us."
Marvolo leaned down on one knee and Harry let the older surround him with his magic. Throughout Harry heard him hiss and somehow Júnior become more active.
"Thank you, Harry."
Harry nodded, while realizing they had been left alone.
"Just to be clear: We are totally selling this hole and buying a house in the country or by the water!"
Marvolo laughed against Harry's belly.
"Whatever you want."
Harry huffed at the mocking tone.
"Nothing too big," «preferivelmente» "near green, an actual house not a loft and," «principalmente,» "silence! I can't sleep!"
Marvolo narrowed his eyes. He stood and looked directly into Harry's eyes.
"When did you arrive?"
"Three nights ago." Harry grumbled tiredly.
Marvolo sat on the couch and pulled Harry into his lap. Magic surrounded Harry and finally he heard silence. He leaned his head on Marvolo's shoulder and fell asleep.
–V'sH–
LV's POV
Voldemort sneered when his husband immediately fell asleep. He opened magically the first-floor front door and Jeremiah showed with Hedwig by his feet.
"Harry cannot stay in a magical town. He cannot sleep with the sound because even with Silence Wards what he listens is their magic as what he is is a Magic Sentient."
Jeremiah bowed his head and left. Voldemort looked down at Harry and knew that he couldn't put him in a bed by himself, not in this street. Hedwig climbed the couch and laid over Harry's lap and against his pregnant belly, almost protectively. Voldemort gave the specie of chimera a warning look. The Portuguese Magical Creature stopped moving and in no time was asleep. It's antlers inches from Voldemort's face.
–V'sH–
HGV's POV
Harry woke up to the seven Knights on chairs talking in hushed tones with Harry's husband. Harry looked up at his husband which looked down at him.
"Feeling better?"
"Toilet." «Júnior» "is hitting my… I don't remember name in English for" «bexiga.»
Marvolo nodded and took Hedwig from Harry's lap, laying her by his side. Harry stood in shaky legs and Marvolo helped him stabilize.
"Some food afterwards?"
"Your special?" Harry wondered hopefully.
"You threw it up last time, did you not?"
"I was maldisposted because pregnancy!" Harry retorted.
"You are mixing Portuguese words with English verbs. Go to the toilet, I'll set you up something to eat."
Harry smiled thankfully.
«Amo-te.»
"Right back at you. Now go."
Harry snorted and entered the bathroom.
–V'sH–
LV's POV
Voldemort stood from the couch and entered the kitchen with his Knights, which stayed out the way as he set up Harry's favourite breakfast.
"Anything on the houses?"
"All the ones you looked for were Magical Towns, which you mentioned to be the main issue with the Sire." Abraxas Malfoy argued. "The Blacks and Jeremy were looking over houses by the beach last time I left them."
Voldemort nodded and heard Hedwig's growl.
"Go check what got the scaredy-cat Familiar up in a twist." He ordered Theodore Nott, which left after the Magical Creature. "Was Harry's pregnancy checked?"
"I did." Antonin agreed. "I only did the basic belly measure at the time because he was absorbing your magic from the room, though."
"Very well. I want male pregnancy books. What they can eat, what they can't. Vitamin potions. All that stuff." Antonin bowed his head and left. "Harry's Familiar is invisible to Muggles." His Knights nodded. "And needs regular walks. Harry usually took it for a hour walk every night."
"I'll bring it to run among Greyback's Pack, my brother won't mind babysitting it."
Voldemort nodded in agreement and Corban left to go pick the Gambuzino. Which squished in fear and run to hide between Voldemort's legs.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" The Creature tilted it's head. «Rua.» Voldemort added knowing that word usually worked.
Hedwig immediately jumped eagerly and run to the front door, ready.
"I'll use that word from now on." Corban agreed as both him and Theodore returned.
"It means street." Voldemort explained. "Which Harry usually uses to mean going outside."
Corban nodded and left with the eager Creature down the stairs. Voldemort set down the table as Harry left the bathroom fully dry and ready.
"Where's Hedwig?" Harry asked looking around.
"Walk. Three days locked." His husband nodded, not arguing. "Did something happen in the toilet?"
Harry blushed.
"I tripped over the cabinet and almost fell over the tub." Voldemort approached at once, looking Harry up, before he finally let him sit to eat. "Hedwig gave me away," «não foi?»
"Hedwig can hear sounds that we cannot. She growled for a reason." Voldemort agreed and Harry nodded shyly. "What did you tell your bosses at Portugal's Ministry of Magic?"
"I'm a Detective. I finished all my jobs. Didn't accept any new ones. When I was done, sold my escritory..."
"Office." Voldemort amended and Harry nodded thankfully. "And the house?"
"Stored everything valuable on the suitcase." Voldemort nodded. "Remember the Cook from our first encounter?"
"Date at the restaurant Farol." Voldemort agreed. "You gave her the key to watch over the place?"
"For renting during year. Summer holidays for us."
Voldemort looked back and Abraxas nodded, leaving.
"Very well. What else?"
"I was hoping after giving birth to find a good esc… office to work from. Need to study this country's laws, but besides that…"
Voldemort nodded.
"And your bike?"
"Big mail Nomaj package. Address the Nomaj mail box you gave me once."
Voldemort picked the mailbox key and gave Evan Rosier, which left to go check if it had arrived.
"You did nothing wrong." He added towards his worrying husband. "I'm just making sure everything is in order to better help take care of you."
Shyly, Harry nodded.
"I want a diploma… it's called that in English as well, right?" Voldemort nodded. "For neutral zone. So White cannot arrest Black clients just because they not White."
"A Grey Area claim." Voldemort translated. "And in English we call them Light Side and Dark Side. The Aurors (the magical police) usually arrest Grey, Dark and Magical Creatures without questioning if they are guilty or not. Unlike what you are used to."
"That's why Grey… Area diploma. Immunity, right?"
Harry looked back at Voldemort's three remaining men, which nodded back in agreement. Voldemort took out his mother's locket and opened it, he approached his Harry's corner and took a picture, storing it inside the locket. Finally he approached Harry and set the locket on his neck. Harry smiled back and then looked at the Muggle picture in the locket. Their first dinner out at the restaurant that the Cook had taken without their knowledge and later given Voldemort behind Harry's back.
"We'll locate the best location for easy protection." Albrecht Avery agreed at Voldemort.
"Complete wards. I've had to remake Harry's house wards five times this past decade. When he has nightmares or a temperament his Magical Core destroys it since he is Magic Sentient."
"I'll warn Jeremy for the new house to also be ready."
Eventually Marcelius, Theodore and Albrecht left, leaving the two alone and he sat before Harry, watching him happily eat.
"When I said those lines that time you asked me to say the three words…"
"I felt our magics connecting. I told you." Harry agreed. «Provavelmente» "when I got" «grávido.»
Voldemort nodded, having thought the same and not commenting on the words slip. Harry always did that the first few days that Voldemort was back until he got used to speak in English full-time again.
"If I am not around and you need help, my Knights will be there."
"Jeremiah was fast to come." Harry supplied. "I had finally finished cleaning the house and laid down when he came to check on the newcomer. Didn't" «reconheceu-me» "at first, which is normal since he had never met me, but after I introduced myself and mentioned the pregnancy he was fast at taking care of everything."
Voldemort should have told at the least Jeremiah about Harry.
"I have to give him a big thank you for his trouble." Principally since he had only the Gaunt ring on Harry to prove that Harry was who he claimed he was. "That locket belonged once to my mother and before that to Salazar Slytherin."
Harry scoffed in amusement.
"There goes Hitler again."
"Harry…" Voldemort reprimanded him.
Harry raised his arm in salute position.
"Hai hi."
Voldemort rolled his eyes at Harry mimicking the Nazi's salute.
"You are so immature."
"You wedded me" «magicamente, Querido.» Harry sing-songed back as he finished his favourite meal.
Voldemort sighed. Harry was right. Voldemort had chosen to wed him instead of just an engagement or promise of sorts.
"I'd do it again." He promised which made his young husband blush like a maiden on her first-time.
(TBC)
Next chapter: Pearl
~Isys
certo? – right?
Embora eu acredito que o meu marido prefira que eu use Harry Voldemort em vez do apelido Trouxa… – Although I believe that my husband would prefer that I'd use Harry Voldemort instead of the Nomaj surname…
Fraqueza – weakness
Peço desculpa. Júnior – I'm sorry. Junior
Meu marido, Salazar Voldemort, spoke about you as well. It was a lot of nomes of people he considera tight. His Knights… of… Walpurgis I believe was the name. Peço desculpa… it has been a long day and vários years since Marvolo told me about you all. – My husband, Salazar Voldemort, spoke about you as well. It was a lot of names of people he considers tight. His Knights… of… Walpurgis I believe was the name. I'm sorry… it has been a long day and several years since Marvolo told me about you all
Harry, sou eu. – Harry, it's me.
Bebé – Baby
Preferivelmente – Preferably
Principalmente – Principally
Bexiga – Bladder
I was maldisposted because pregnancy! – I was indisposed because pregnancy! (In Portuguese it would be Maldisposto/a. It would be with the O since Harry is male)
Amo-te – Love you (it'd be like saying I love you, as Portuguese rarely use I you he she it we they)
não foi? – wasn't it?
Escritory – Office (Escritório in the real Portuguese version)
restaurant Farol (Farol means Lighthouse but it's the name of something so the name isn't translated. I'm just putting it here for explanation)
Provavelmente when I got grávido – Probably when I got pregnant. (A male doesn't get pregnant. But in Portuguese Harry is using a male terminology. Grávido. The real version is Grávida)
Reconheceu-me – Recognized me
You wedded me magicamente, Querido. – You wedded me magically, Dear.