Ner words in this chapter: 2,880


"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 IV

–Professor Voldemort–

Tuesday, 15 August 1961

LV's POV

Voldemort looked up at his eager husband as he run through the beach towards the cottage hidden by trees that Voldemort's men had located for them. It had done it's job, apparently. Harry had not even entered and already loved it. The two entered what could become their new home and Voldemort knew that he would definitely not work from home. Harry was already running around the place, meeting each corner, climbing up and down the stairs several times, entering closed doors. He was definitely in love with it.

"Should I call the State Agent?" Voldemort wondered when Harry started talking directly to his belly about where the master bedroom was in the ground floor and how it would look like.

Harry grinned back.

"It's perfect. Calm and quiet like I asked and still in a sufficient remote area to allow you to overprotect it."

Voldemort huffed.

"I do not overprotect you." He argued and Harry laughed. "I do not!" He added affronted.

Harry grinned back.

"You so do," «meu Querido.» "I give a step and you have ten Knights on my neck."

Voldemort huffed yet again. He was not that bad.

"Only when I believe that it is required." He argued. Harry snorted and approached to hold his hand, Voldemort was redirected into the master bedroom. "It's a good room." Voldemort agreed and then Harry took him out the room, hopped the stairs two and two. There they were met into a small space with three doors, one facing the stairs and two to each side. Harry set a hand on his belly while pointing to each side door and Voldemort nodded, the possible nurseries. Finally Harry opened the door facing the stairs, it was a small corridor and another doorway without an actual door, he looked at Harry and the two entered. Only for Voldemort to understand. This was a guest bedroom in the house that didn't have private lavatory. Harry was offering it for him as the office. "Is this for me?"

"Yes." Harry agreed, letting him enter alone and releasing his hold on Voldemort's hand. Voldemort tightened his own hold on Harry's hand, before releasing him and entering his possible new office. Wasn't too big, but for small things at home it would do it's job. When Voldemort returned downstairs, Harry was sitting in a makeshift chair in a room on the left of the entry from who entered and the right from who comes from the stairs, as he looked around eagerly. Voldemort guessed this would be the living room. "So, do you believe it is good enough? Secure enough?" Harry wondered.

"I'll definitely be raising the protection around." Voldemort supplied and Harry rolled his eyes. "It is a good place that we can call a home."

Harry grinned back.

–V'sH–

Thursday, 17 August 1961

HGV's POV

Harry knocked on the door as his actual guard stayed by the side confused. Harry hadn't told his husband he was going to leave, yet as soon as the Knight had seen Harry stride through the Ministry of Magic he had immediately found a way to accompany him. The door opened and a group of men stared back confused.

"School Board?" Harry asked and the group nodded. "Pleasure, my name is Harry and I'm a Detective." He offered while showing his badge saying Detective Harry on a case.

"Pleasure, Mr Harry, in what can we help whatever case you are dealing with?"

"A mistreated child is introduced to magic by Teacher…" Harry glanced back at his guard. "Onebeedoor?"

"Professor Dumbledore."

«Certo…» "Professor Humbledoor." Harry agreed towards the School Board Members that smiled amused for some reason. "Which takes the Nomaj Orphanage Matron's words that the boy is pure evil over the fact that she says this because he has natural outbursts of magic. Afterwards after the boy admits on a family trait, which Professor Humbledoor knows" «perfeitamente» "has to be passed through" «ADN…»

"DNA." The guard offered.

"He claims on public records that the boy is a Nomajborn." Harry looked back to ask if he'd said it right, but the guard nodded. "Child graduates with top grades except for" «Transfiguração» "where he had average by Professor, top grade on exams and got the in between on final grade."

"This Young Wizard should have come directly to us."

"You didn't listen." Harry argued. "He proposed for work at school for Defense but was refused for immaturity so he left country on the hopes of learning more. Where he met me eventually." A chair was offered and Harry entered, sitting. The Knight following him to the doorway. "He returned to the UK a year later, where even though grades didn't get anything better but a clerker job at Dark Core alley."

"Knockturn Alley."

Harry nodded thankfully.

"After a decade I decided it was time to come directly to the source."

"Which family is your friend a bloodline to?"

The Knight raised an eyebrow, as if asking for permission and Harry nodded.

"He is the Lord of Peverell and Slytherin. While his husband is before you holding Peverell's Family Ring and Slytherin's Family Locket and pregnant with the Lord's Heir."

The School Board Members choked and finally understood why Harry hadn't come alone. Harry showed his ring and necklace for proof of family legacy.

"From what I read in English Laws what Professor Humbledoor did is illegal."

"Then bring this to the Wizengamot, let them deal with it."

"Professor Humbledoor is a national hero. All I'm asking is the right for a fair… hiring? That's the word right?"

"A fair chance at the possibility of being hired." The Guard offered as the School Board Members spoke with each other in hushed tones. "Sire, did you bring our Lord's curriculum?"

Harry took it out and the Board Members nodded thankfully, taking it and looking through it. Harry frowned when suddenly Hedwig run inside the room and jumped into his lap. He looked up to find his Guard already at ready just before a group of people tried to storm inside and strike the shivering pet. Harry raised a protection wall while the Knight did his best at keeping them out the room.

"What is the meaning of this?" One of the School Board Members demanded.

"That freak of nature just stormed inside the building and…"

"SHE'S MY FAMILIAR!" Harry snapped. "YOU JUST TRIED TO MURDER AN INOCENTE PET BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE HER LOOKS!"

Before Harry could speak further he found Jeremiah, Corban and Antonin running inside the room. Antonin approached and checked Harry immediately.

"Did the Animal Control just try to kill a Familiar, Marcelius?" Jeremiah asked the Guard, which nodded. "Just you wait until Newt Scamander gets a hold of you." He added with a snarl at the attackers, before forcing them out.

"I take it you all know Lord Peverell-Slytherin?"

Corban and Antonin looked back at Harry and then at the men.

"We went to Hogwarts together." Corban agreed. "Antonin, how is our Sire's magic levels?"

"Luckily our Lord shared his magic this morning." Antonin offered as Harry blushed at the overprotectiveness. "You can return your magic inside, Sire."

Shyly, Harry returned it inside. One of the School Board Members gave Corban a scroll. The Knight looked at Harry and then opened the parchment to read it. Finally he picked a quill and started filling whatever blanks that were missing. When he was done, he returned the scroll.

"Lord Voldemort…?" the School Board Member asked as he read the parchment.

"Lord Slytherin changed names and outside exterior from his Muggle father's name to Lord Voldemort when he wed his husband. Even if his mother was a Gaunt, all people could hear and see was the Muggle." The guard, Marcelius, explained.

The School Board Members looked at Harry.

"Harry Voldemort?" They asked and Harry nodded. "We'll need your paperwork or – at the least – your full name, birthday and parents' names."

Harry opened his mouth but then remembered the issue it had been when he was a child and he had to be sent away for his own safety.

"Horace Jeremiah Voldemort, born 31st of July 1930. I got magically married when I was 19-year-old, so no papers of wedding." The School Board Members nodded and hurried to write it down. "My father and my mother were forced to send me away to keep me away from whoever that were after them, both dying around not long after that. So no, Sir, I cannot tell you their names because I was too young to remember nor do I have any papers except for the ones that were created so I could enter school… Nomaj papers that have no legal claims in the Magical… Wizardry World."

Corban, Antonin and Marcelius stayed emotionless, which was strange because Harry knew that they knew who his grandpa was. They had to. Still they did not give any insinuation that they knew. Eventually, with Hedwig in his arms and Marvolo's contract in Corban's pocket, Harry was escorted out the building by the trio.

"My husband sent you?"

"Greyback used your Familiar to warn us since he cannot enter the building."

Harry hummed. Greyback was in the dead end alley besides the telephone booth when they arrived outside.

"Next time warn, Darkest Lord's Mate. We can not care for you if you are dead." The Werewolf snapped.

"I'm not used to require a babysitter." Harry practically growled at the Werewolf.

"You are in our land now, things work differently. Principally when you get pupped and need someone to do the magic for you or you'll overuse yourself and kill both yourself and pup."

"Greyback!" Corban snarled and took hold of Harry as he started to flip.

"I hurt" «Júnior?»

"Let's get you home so our Lord can help restore your Magical Core levels, shall we?" Corban offered and Harry nodded as he held Hedwig tighter against his belly.

Harry was given a warning tightening from Corban, before he was side-apparated. Marvolo was by the front porch and let a crying Harry run into his arms.

"Did something happen?"

"Animal control striked at Sire's Familiar. Jeremiah is bringing them to justice for it, but they managed to bypass Marcelius Mulciber so Sire had to protect the two of them and Greyback worried him that he'll lose yours future Heir for lack of magic in his own Magical Core."

Marvolo hummed.

"I will deal with your brother's Alpha later. And after I calm Harry down I want to know where was he and why was he so unprotected."

Harry blushed through hiccups, but a look up at his husband told him that there was no going around it.

"It was my fault. I didn't warn any of them. The Knight Marcelius saw me and out of his own will followed me and watched over me to the best of his capabilities."

Marvolo huffed before magic surrounded Harry, which gasped and, before he knew it, everything had turned black.

–V'sH–

Thursday, 17 August 1961

LV's POV

Voldemort returned from leaving Harry in bed in the master bedroom, Antonin stood from the chair in the living room and Voldemort nodded in consent. The Healer went down the corridor to go to the Master Bedroom and Voldemort turned towards Corban, which was setting up several scrolls on the dining table in the dining room which was also kitchen on one side of the room.

"Which case was Harry working on this time?"

"Yours, my Lord."

Voldemort accepted the scroll and read it to find the Defence Against Dark Arts Professor contract for one T. M. Voldemort née Riddle, Lord of Slytherin Family and of Peverell Family and owner of a quarter of Hogwarts.

"Harry was working on my contract?"

"And he managed so, Sir." Another contract was offered, this one to allow the family of Professor Slytherin, a Lord Horace Jeremiah Voldemort, at Hogwarts with his foreigner familiar and future child. "He told them his parents were the one who sent him away… my Lord… I believe that he is the grandson and not the son of Grindelwald like you previously told us."

Voldemort frowned.

"And what would the G in his name stand for?"

"Gellert." Antonin offered as he returned. "Both Sire and your Heir is out of danger. The Familiar doesn't leave his side and keeps hiding his belly though."

"It could tell that he is pregnant long before he could. I believe that it is doing an usual thing for it's species by protecting the unborn child."

Antonin nodded.

"What about Miss Pearl when you move into Hogwarts?"

Voldemort looked at the female cleaning the kitchen by hand on the other side of the room.

"We find her a place until the parental test can be done and then we find her a suitable husband who will care for her and her bastard."

Corban looked at her and then back to the paperwork.

"She can stay at my place. My mother will help her deal with the abuse."

Voldemort hummed.

"Warn Miss Eva Yaxley that Harry taught Miss Pearl that cosmetics only hide the beauty and it really lies on a smile."

Corban frowned and looked back at the barely out of Hogwarts teenager.

"Miss Pearl." The female looked back from the mopping the living room. "Show me your smile."

Embarrassed the Young Witch obeyed.

"Was Harry wrong?" Voldemort asked amused as the female approached shyly, but within Voldemort's shadow. Seeking his refuse.

"No. She does have the smile for it, but lacks the confidence and style."

The teenage girl looked back at Voldemort confused.

"Lawyer Yaxley's mother used to be a wench. If someone understands about how a woman walks and shows the best of herself is him."

"Without mandatory turning the female into a sexual toy." Corban added and the teen nodded shyly. "Yes, you definitely lack self-esteem."

"Do you blame her?" Antonin reprimanded him. "All things considered…"

Before Corban could interrupt him, Voldemort silenced both of them.

"What Corban means is that besides the smile you need to believe in yourself. Most females use the cosmetics like my husband said, but not just to hide, to help them feel better with themselves."

"Like an actor." She offered shyly.

Voldemort nodded and undid the silence spell, both immediately bowing in apology.

"Miss Eva Yaxley will help you gather that self-esteem that Corban mentioned that you need. In a week I have to move to Hogwarts and you'd be defenceless in here by yourself and unlike with my husband I cannot put you as family to follow me to school grounds."

The female nodded accepting it.

"Yes, Sir."

Voldemort returned towards the paperwork to find a legal claim for Voldemort's features' change. As in a side-effect to a ritual during his travels. Voldemort looked up at Corban and then back at it. Wasn't too far from the truth.

"My apologies for the question, but how old were you when your stepfather started?"

"15, Sir."

Voldemort nodded at Corban, which hurried out.

"See if it can be proved, Antonin, Corban will need it for the stationary rape accusation that he is about to add to the case."

Antonin nodded and directed the shy teenage girl upstairs into her bedroom. Voldemort glared at the amount of scrolls and seven books that he had to read. The issue with being hired so late was that the class's books had already been picked and He had to make due with whatever the Ministry had believed to be good enough. He sat down to start when Greyback let Miss Yaxley inside.

"Miss Pearl is upstairs in her bedroom being checked by Antonin Dolohov to see if it can be proved when she lost her first-time and to whom." He offered, signalling the stairs.

"Corban mentioned that she sees you as a protector." The former whore wondered as she approached.

"My husband was the one who freed her from the abuse. He is the Detective. She is seeing me as a continuation of my husband's safety cocoon."

"Then it is better that you introduce me. Better not break the cocoon."

Voldemort signalled a comfy chair, to which the former whore nodded thankfully. He still remembered his first-year at Hogwarts when suddenly Corban entered into a frantic because one of the John's had left his mother barely a shadow. A Werewolf and Corban's younger brother's biological father. Greyback had killed the Alpha of the time to be able to become the Alpha and then had made the abuser pay to prove to the others of the Pack that he meant business and that he wouldn't tolerate those types of behaviour. After both deaths, the three had been welcomed into the Pack. Miss Yaxley sat down carefully, mindful of her own scars in her lower parts, before the two waited for the lass to be ready.

(TBC)


Next chapter: Hogwarts

~Isys


Meu Querido – My Dear

Certo – Right

Perfeitamente – Perfectly

ADN – DNA

Transfiguração – Transfiguration

Júnior – Junior