Warnings in whole fic: Slash, Male Slash, Mentions of Rape, Crossdressing, Crossdressing Harry, Time Travel, Age Regression/De-Aging, mentions of family abuse, Lemon, Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Not Beta Read
Story dedicated to Riddle-Snape
"Talking"
'Thinking'
–Parseltongue–
Dream/Memory/Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper
-Chapter VIII-
"You don't need to come with me, Cissy."
The blonde witch shook her head.
"You always say that, Aunt Jade, and I'll always answer that it's my pleasure to listen to you singing."
Harry sighed as he entered the small café he sang at every Friday and weekend nights. He suspected he could have started his own band or even his own cd, but... He liked to sing in bars without an actual concert. As always the bar was full, with Hagrid on the first seat. Harry grinned at seeing him, the half giant waved back as Harry moved to the stage with his guitar homemade by his father. Harry took a deep breath and sat ready to start, when he saw one Quirinus Quirrel with the turban in his head. The professor seemed more confused for being there than pleased. Harry didn't sensor him, the café was full with known and not known death eaters. Harry wondered if the only reason he hadn't been fired yet was because he filled the house and not because he was actually good at it. The only reason he even filled a house was because of his dead lover. Harry finished preparing the guitar and looked directly towards Quirrel.
"My first song is dedicated to a man named Bran." he stated and started playing the guitar.
He hadn't even finished the first musical note and already everyone started to look around for the only person Harry always played that song to. Quirrel didn't move.
-NEA-
Harry looked up as Quirrel approached him in the end.
"It was a great performance, miss..."
"Riddle, Mrs Riddle." Harry offered and Quirrel nodded. "And thank you, you are very kind."
Harry smiled and Quirrel smiled back, he knew he shouldn't but he felt good at knowing that even though he was simply in the back of the head he had still made certain to visit Harry and to hear him sing and play.
"Professor Quirrel." a male voice said, making Harry look away from his late professor to the person who had approached.
Harry's eyes grew at seeing almost every death eater by their side, what did they thought they were doing? Voldemort would never tolerate the way they were pulling him away from... Harry tensed, as Jeremy Lestrange appeared by his side and offered a hand to help him stand. Even if Harry knew he was the Dark Lord, no one else knew and all they'd seen was a man hinting on their lord's 'wife'. Voldemort would so have their heads when he would get his body back. Harry took the offered hand, glancing at Quirrel one last time before heading out with Jeremy and Narcissa.
-NEA-
Voldemort looked through Quirinus' eyes as Jeremy escorted Evans out the café. He hadn't expect for Evans to know, but one look at Quirinus and his husband had sang Voldemort's song. Voldemort felt the fear in Quirinus as Voldemort's men stepped in between him and his lover. Any other time he would've become angry with them, but now? He was glad they were keeping his Evans protected from any unwanted attention. Evans was too soft. He always was and always would be, what was a good treat... Considering he was pretending to be a witch.
Quirinus left the café as fast as he managed, Voldemort didn't argue he had already seen what he wanted, now he just needed to get his body back to pull Evans back into his embrace.
-NEA-
"You sang his song." Jeremy hissed as soon as they arrived Malfoy Manor. "His song! And to a person you never met before."
Harry open his mouth with his hand hiding his yawn, bored.
"Honestly Jeremy. Did it actually not pass by your head that I can feel my lover's presence? Didn't it occur to you that maybe Marvolo doesn't have a body now but is trying to find one? That maybe... Just maybe, he was in the back of Quirrel's head under the turban?"
Harry rolled his eyes at both Jeremy's and Narcissa's reaction to his comment and turned around, ready to leave. Harry couldn't help the shiver when Jeremy grabbed his arm, to which the other male reacted by releasing him immediately as if burnt.
"He was... Are you certain, my Lady?"
Harry nodded.
"He won't like very much that you kept him away from me. Let's hope he'll look into it more to the fact that everyone was keeping what was his protected than the fact that people kept him away from me."
Jeremy paled drastically.
"I..."
"I'll vouch for you. Now if you don't mind I'm going to my empty bed." Harry hissed, walking away. "Bloody Marvolo. Why did he had to come? It's not like I'm not used to sleep alone, but Hell! Honestly, it's not like he hadn't left me to go out of the country for decades before..." Harry punched the side of his head. "Put it together, you idiot. It's not like that man is worth any tears."
-NEA-
Jeremy looked as Dark Lady walked down the corridor hissing to herself and blowing portraits on her way to her room. There surely was some repressed anger issues that she would have to deal with the Dark Lord when he would regain a body.
"She misses him." Lady Narcissa stated sadly looking down the corridor where Dark Lady's magic had just destroyed the ceiling and the house elves were already cleaning up the mess after her. "She tries to hide it, but Aunt's magic reacts to her inner emotions... She almost destroyed the complete west wing when Aunt Walburga died."
Jeremy nodded, entering the drawing room again.
"She is right in one thing, though. Dark Lord does leaves her alone for long periods of time. It would be easier for her if she had had a child. Then she would have something to take care in his absence."
Lady Narcissa glanced at him and then out the door and down the corridor again.
"She was pregnant of him before, but her worries for him made her lose the child. Severus said she can still get pregnant, just needs lots of free stress environments."
Jeremy hummed.
"When is Lord Lucius arriving home tonight?"
Lady Narcissa turned.
"He said he would arrive in half an hour, Lord Jeremiah."
"I'll wait for him then."
-NEA-
"Professor Quirrel?"
Voldemort looked through Quirinus' eyes uninterested as Jeremy's head appeared on DADA's office fireplace.
"Lord Lestrange, to what do I do the honour?"
"Ward the room." Voldemort narrowed his eyes as Quirinus did as told. "Let me speak with the lord face-to-face."
Quirinus frowned in confusion.
"Do as he says." he ordered and in no time the turban was taken off and Quirinus turned his back to the fire. "Jeremy."
"If there is something I or Lucius can do to help..."
"You'll be warned at once." Voldemort stated, so Evans had told Jeremy...
"My lord I would request for you to accompany me in finding Dark Lady a young child to adopt. I spoke with the head from the muggleborns ministry and he gave me several names of toddlers who are being raised by muggles."
Voldemort frowned, find Evans a child for him to adopt?
"Jeremy, you know that I'm not father material."
"Dark Lady stays long periods of time alone while Dark Lord is gone... A baby would be good for her... And most likely make her stop destroying half Malfoy Manor while she threatens to castrate you..."
Voldemort tensed and even Quirinus gulped. Evans had to be really angry to loose so much control of his magic.
"Quirinus."
The man stood from the floor at once and put the turban to follow Jeremy without a question.
-NEA-
Harry sighed as Snape watched over his back. He had no idea that he'd almost destroyed the house again if it wasn't for the fact that when we woke this morning he had windows pieces craved into his back. Harry put his head on his arms over the back of the chair as Snape took them out one by one by hand.
"I shouldn't have lost control like that." he mumbled.
"No, you shouldn't. It's in your blood though." Harry hummed only to whimper when Snape hurt him more than he already was. "Are you certain you don't want a painless potion?"
"You said yourself it can become addictive. I'm used to pain... Or I was used to."
Snape hissed at the reminder but didn't stop.
"It must have been a lot of pain for you to don't even whimper at what I am doing."
"Cruciatus curse also helped..." Harry mumbled as Snape took another shard from his back.
"Any after effects?"
"Not that I know off."
"I'll check when I'm done here. Who treated you?"
"Madam Pomfrey."
Snape hummed, putting another shard in the metallic container he had at his side.
"She is a good healer, but I'll check just to be certain."
"Snape?"
"Yes, my lady?"
Harry blushed. Honestly, Snape was alone with him and Harry was simple with his dress open and pulled to his waist to give the man free access to his back. It was not like it wasn't obvious his male features...
There was a knock on the door. Snape grabbed a towel and pulled it over Harry's back hiding his body from view, before going to open it. Harry looked back towards the door as Snape spoke quietly with Jeremy. The brown haired man was with a young baby in his arms, who was probably 8 months-old. Snape glanced back towards Harry and then at the baby, nodded and picked it up. The potions master entered as Jeremy closed the door to the private quarters.
"What is going on?"
"A gift from the dark lord to calm you down, according to Jeremy, my lady."
Harry's eyes grew turning to the child that Snape put on his arms, before heading back to his job on Harry's back.
"You can't possibly mean..."
"Adoption, my lady. I will check Dark Miss as soon as I'm done with your back."
"But... I just made 11, how will I ever explain it to her?"
Snape chuckled as he took the towel away.
"At least you have already birthed. Do not worry, Dark Lady, Dark Miss won't need to know everything. She just needs her parents."
Harry nodded as the young baby girl stood with his help on her two feet. Too young to do it alone, but old enough to hold herself if he helped her.
"Won't it be strange? Like my papa doesn't live with us and my mum is actually a dad?"
"She'll grow up used to it, for her it won't be strange at all." Snape argued and picked a small sponge that he used to clean Harry's back. "I'm almost done."
"Snape?"
"What is it, my lady?" The man asked as he grabbed his wand and finally started to really heal the wounds.
"Do you mind being her godfather?"
At this Snape stopped any and every move, Harry peeked back with his girl in his arms.
"I... It would be a great honour, my lady." the man said with a bow of his head. "Are you going to blood adopt Dark Miss or..."
"I would need Marvolo's DNA, wouldn't I?"
"Indeed, my lady."
Harry looked down at the baby.
"It's not that I'm not grateful, but... Marvolo changing his mind about him and me taking Harry Potter in means that he is believing the prophecy."
Snape hummed and helped Harry put the bra on, then pulled the dress up and buttoned it on the back. Harry moved slowly, standing.
"If you need a potion..." Harry shook his head. "Ask yourself, do you want him to know that you two are one and the same?"
Harry frowned, sitting on the bed with the girl on his lap. Severus started to check her.
"Is it odd that I want to hear him calling me by my name at least once?"
"It is not." Snape shook his head as a parchment appeared from nowhere and he started to read it. "Muggleborn. Orphan." Harry snarled. "Has everything in order if you don't count the muggle raised part."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry hissed and his chandelier broke.
"Muggle raised children always have magical issues because his parents don't understand and attempt to repress it, even if not on purpose." Snape argued while protecting the three of them from any shards. "You are a fine example of what magic repressing does. You get angry and your magic reacts to it, because as a child it was forced to hide it grew out of control. You most likely supressed it so much that even during school years you never learnt to use your full potential." he reprimanded.
Harry blushed lowering his head.
"It's been a while since someone dared to speak like this to me." he mumbled. "Not even Marvolo ever spoke to me like that."
"Then I'll start doing it until it actually starts making effect, Potter."
Harry grinned.
(TBC)
Anyone wondering about Snape's commentary about the pregnancy; Harry wasn't really pregnant (in case that wasn't specific enough in the last chapter) but to explain to the others why Harry could still get pregnant he said that Harry had been pregnant previously (even though he never had been)
This fic was written during two months on my mobile, writing five minutes every time I managed to do it. it wasn't writen with an actual plot, but so i would have something to write to satisfy my hunger for writing as i didn't have time to grab my notebooks
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