Ner words in this chapter: 3,152


"Talking"

'Thinking'

{Talking on the fireplace}

{Talking through Horcrux}

{Writing through Horcrux}

–Parseltongue–

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV


Chapter VIII

–Harry's Lover–

Wednesday, 12 July 1995

HJP's POV

There was no way. Harry was finally having breakfast with Tommyboy at the Leaky Cauldron for the first-time – a group of people staring back which was normal – when Ministry of Magic Members entered and tried to steal Tommyboy away!

Harry took hold onto his crying son and before anyone could stop him, he entered the greenfire that Mrs Leaks had just thrown floo powder into and left at Malfoy Manor. He approached the blond and started to pull the left-sleeve up, but the older stopped him.

"Down the corridor to your left. Frame with Salazar Slytherin's portrait. Show that you are a Parselmouth and the portrait will let you through."

Harry nodded and run out of Mr Malfoy's office as the fire turned green again. Arriving the portrait, Harry hurriedly focused on the snake in the portrait.

–Let me pass, please.–

–You must be my descendant's intended.– Salazar Slytherin's portrait put in, but the portrait moved forward like a door and Harry stepped inside. –You have visitors, Marvolo.–

–Papa!–

Voldemort looked up from a heap of paperwork he was looking through and his eyes narrowed at finding Harry entering with a crying Tommyboy. Voldemort snapped two fingers together making a clicking sound, a male house elf popped in and stared at Harry horrified as the portrait closed behind Harry.

"Couches, children toys and books… have you two eaten today?" Harry shook his head. "And go pick their meal from the Leaky Cauldron."

"Dobby will do as Master Dark Lord orders."

Dobby popped away as Voldemort stood and went to pick the begging Tommyboy.

"What happened?"

"Social Services just tried to steal Tommyboy on our first outing since the newspaper article." Harry explained, his body shivering in barely restrained anger. "I almost made Mr Malfoy summon you through the Dark Mark."

Voldemort's eyes grew and then laughed, which ended up with Tommyboy giggling because his Papa was. Dobby popped in with a couch, an armchair, children toys over a popping in carpet, books on a teatable and two tupperwares and thermo bottles besides the books. Harry approached and sat on the couch, opened a tupperware and offered – the siting on the armchair – Voldemort, who accepted the plastic fork as well and started feeding Tommyboy on his own lap. Harry opened one of the thermo bottles' top, smelled the liquid inside and, after being certain, he used the thermo's top as a cup and served some of the liquid inside.

"Tommyboy's milk." Voldemort accepted it and Harry set up his own tupperware over his legs and opened his thermo bottle, starting to drink from it. "We were starting to eat when we were intercepted."

"I am sure Lucius will have news to tell me as soon as he finishes dealing with the issues." Voldemort agreed.

"The fire was turning green when I left the office." Harry added, before groaning at remembering something. "When Sirius realizes he'll return and will refuse to leave our side again."

Voldemort hummed and, after a few bites, Tommyboy demanded to be set down. He ran towards the new plushies and looked through them. Finally he whined and threw all of them away.

"Daddy."

"What is it, Sweetie?"

"Pwushie."

Harry looked at Tommyboy looking back with pleading looks, took out his string with house keys from his neck and gave the popping in house elf.

"Snake plushy."

When the house elf returned with the plushy, Tommyboy run to pick it eagerly and then hurried to go show the returning to his desk Voldemort. Harry saw amused how Tommyboy wanted to show Voldemort his favourite plushy.

After a while as Harry read some books and Tommyboy played with his favourite plushy while ignoring the others, Voldemort seemed to remember something.

"Harry?" Harry looked up. "May I introduce Jacob to Nagini?"

"She tried to…" Harry glanced at the playing Tommyboy and then back, "E. A. T. me."

Voldemort hummed.

"And I tried to A. K.. Twice might I add." The Dark Lord agreed amused. "You still let me close to my… our son."

Harry could hear Salazar Slytherin's portrait laughing by the side.

"I swear Voldemort. If she even tries to open her mouth wide enough to swallow, I…"

"I will hex her myself." Voldemort agreed and Harry sighed, nodding. The Dark Lord stood and went towards a door by the side. Harry could hear him talking in Parseltongue and then the snake came slithering in their direction at fast velocity. She surrounded a laughing Tommyboy with her coils. –Easy, Nagini. The Hatchling has never met a snake before.– Voldemort warned. –And you did not make a great impression on his Hatcher.–

Nagini turned her head towards Harry and her tongue came out as she sniffed him.

–I won't harm Hatchling. Nor Hatcher.–

–His name is Tommyboy, Jake Tommyboy. Voldemort calls him Jacob.–

–I won't harm Tommyboy.– Nagini agreed and Voldemort grumbled at the title. –You named him.–

–Actually, I did.– Harry argued amused. –I named him after his Papa: Tom Riddle. Not my fault that Voldemort loathes to be called Tom.– Voldemort hissed back. –Tommyboy, what is Papa's name?–

–Tom Riddwe.–

–And who's Papa?–

Tommyboy released himself from the coils and run towards the working Voldemort.

–Papa is Papa.– The boy argued, signalling the man with both arms.

Even Nagini laughed, alongside Harry and Salazar Slytherin's portrait, as Voldemort was stuck between hissing angrily or be happy that Tommyboy recognized him as his father.

–Papa is working, Jacob. Go bother Nagimama.–

Tommyboy nodded and ran back towards the serpent.

–He cannot leave the office or bedroom, Nagini.– Salazar Slytherin's portrait warned.

Nagini gave her version of a nod and the two disappeared into Voldemort's room.

"Nagimama?" Harry wondered.

"He will never have a mother figure. Magical Creatures are very protective of their Master's Hatchlings." Salazar Slytherin's portrait explained. "Not raised by magical relatives like my descendant?"

"Abusive Muggles."

Salazar Slytherin's portrait mouth twitched in a sneer.

"Who put you there?"

Harry pointed at Voldemort, only for the portrait to glare at the man.

"I did not!"

"You killing my parents got me sent to my only living relatives." Harry argued.

"Harry… every magical family is connected. That is the weakest excuse… Dumbledore told you that is the reason you had to return there?" Harry nodded. "Good thing the Goblins took your case, because I swear…"

"Mind the Hatchlings, Marvolo!" Salazar Slytherin's portrait warned.

Voldemort hissed and held back his thoughts. There was a knock on the portrait and then Salazar Slytherin's portrait let someone pass through. Mr Malfoy entered alone.

"Mr Potter, do you have your emancipation claim on your belongings?" Harry stood and looked through all of his pockets, before giving it. "You are a Lord?"

"Potter and Peverell." Harry agreed. "Tommyboy is the Heir of three families, counting Slytherin. And Sirius claimed me – when I was still a baby – as his Heir which means that I am also the Black Heir."

"What is going on, Lucius?" Voldemort demanded.

"The Ministry of Magic is trying to steal the child under wrong accusations. According to this; by the time Lord Potter had taken the child in he had already been emancipated."

Mr Malfoy left with the parchment and Harry frowned.

"Does it matter if I'm Mr or Lord?"

"What did the Goblin write in the parchment?" Salazar Slytherin's portrait asked as the portrait closed again.

"That I'm emancipated 'cause my Magical Guardian didn't do his job. It was the midnight I made 11 that I found I'm a Wizard. Hagrid was the one to teach me."

Voldemort and Salazar Slytherin's portrait shared looks.

"Who was your Magical Guardian?" Voldemort asked as they could hear Nagini and Tommyboy playing catch (or hunt like Harry could hear Nagini claim).

"Professor Dumbledore. He tried to have my relatives become my Muggle Guardians again, but luckily Uncle Vernon refused. Only reason I returned to that house was 'cause Aunt Petunia took pity on me and decided to help with Tommyboy. Obviously Uncle Vernon's sister, Aunt Marge, didn't think the same and when the Minister himself tried to throw me back in there I threw at his face how they hit 'me'."

Salazar Slytherin's portrait hummed.

"I will warn the blond, Marvolo." He agreed and walked out his frame.

Harry heard Nagini whimper and stood, going to check only to find that Tommyboy was biting the massive snake.

–No… I was caught… the light… the sunset… dead…–

Harry snorted and left them to it. Voldemort raised a brow.

"Nagini is teaching Tommyboy how to hunt and bite. He just bit her to death."

Voldemort massaged his temples.

"That blasted snake."

–I heard that!– Came a shout from the other room.

–Dead snakes do not speak.– Voldemort shouted back and Tommyboy started laughing.

–FDEiB–

Friday, 1 September 1995

Harry arrived the King's Cross and, while everyone stared back, entered an empty carriage with Snuffles by his side. Mrs Leaks, the Leaky Cauldron's Cook, had come to bring them herself.

"Here. I prepared you this lunchbox for you three." Harry accepted it thankfully. "Helen said she'd meet you at Hogwarts to have Jake's new quarters ready."

Harry smiled thankfully and the Cook left. The door closed and he pulled the curtains to be in privacy. Eventually the twins, Neville, Hermione, Luna and Lee Jordan joined their little group just before the train started. Lee picked Harry's camera and took a picture of the group and gave Harry the polaroid. While the group entertained Tommyboy, Harry went to the loo. He entered the cubicle and looked at the polaroid starting to show to see the happy faces. Tommyboy's family was growing…

"Alohomora."

Harry turned around to argue from where he was washing his hands, only for Tom to enter and lock the door behind himself. Wiping his hands dry, Harry took a hand into his pocket and took out the new polaroid.

"Here…"

Harry's hair was grabbed and pulled into a kiss against the short ginger. Harry gasped and, in no time, a tongue slipped inside. Before Harry could understand what was going on, Tom leaned back. He looked down at the polaroid Harry was still holding and accepted it. Harry stared at the moment, open-mouthed. Not quite understanding what just happened…

"Jacob looks happy."

"Wha… what the hell was that all about?"

"I kissed you." Tom supplied as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Harry groaned.

"I got that part, all right! Why?" He demanded, not caring about being quiet.

Tom smiled, as if what Harry had said was the most amusing thing in the world. Most likely it was.

"You are raising Our son, correct?" Harry nodded. "Not Your Heir, not Your godson. No… it is Your son."

"What does that have to do with you bloody taking my first kiss?"

An obvious lust entered Tom's eyes and Harry backed against the toilet's wall to avoid another kiss. Oh boy… Tom was really attracted…

"You either blood-adopted Jacob or Jacob's parents both died or you are engaged to one of Jacob's parents. That is how things work in the Wizardry World." Harry tensed, his eyes growing as Tom stepped forward. How a 5'3'' ginger could look this intimidating Harry didn't know… "And we both know you did not do anything of the first two."

Harry's mouth fell open as he understood Tom's train of thoughts. By allowing Tommyboy to call him Daddy and by calling him son… Harry had promised himself to the Dark Lord… or to Tom Riddle…

A knock on the door stopped Tom from reclaiming Harry's mouth again. Tom glared backwards at the door.

"I am ginger and I am mad. Not a good combination." He warned and whoever it was hurried away. Harry would have laughed if not for the position they were in. "Your magic is so much overpowered by my other-self… yet you say I was your first kiss?" Harry shivered as Tom held his face between his two hands. "Just how did he manage that? How did he manage to claim you without needing to touch you? And why did you let him? Why…?"

A person walking through the corridor past the loo cubicle shut up Tom.

"I'm telling you: Potter's kid is alone with the Weasley twins, Jordan, Longbottom, Lovegood and the Mudblood. It'll be an easy target."

Harry and Tom's eyes narrowed. Tom released Harry and the two left the loo. They didn't even think twice, they hexed the two passing Slytherins wandlessly. Harry watched the fallen seventh-years, looked at Tom – who was already grabbing his wand – and then hurried towards Tommyboy. One thing Harry was certain, Tom would take care of the danger. The group in his carriage frowned at seeing him arrive in a haste, Harry didn't give them any mind and hurried to pick Tommyboy up. He grabbed him with one arm against his side, with Tommyboy's legs around his tights, and grabbed his wand with the other. None of the others questioned, they just picked their own wands and when the carriage was attacked, they all striked as one.

–FDEiB–

SOB's POV

Padfoot growled at the approaching person, only for it to be the trolley lady. She looked at the stunned group and then raised an eyebrow.

"They were talking about attacking my son." Harry put in, his voice barely out of breath and the old Witch nodded before she levitated the stunned teenagers away.

Padfoot frowned, he had heard that tone plenty of times in the boy's father. Padfoot turned towards his godson and his eyes grew at the pump lips on Harry's face. The messed-up shoulder length hair, as if someone had grabbed Harry's face and pulled it into a…

Harry had a secret lover! Prongslet had a lover!

A very domineering lover by the looks of it…

"Snuffles, down!" Hermione commanded, as Padfoot couldn't restrain his happiness and his tail started to hit both sides of the carriage seats.

Harry obviously blushed at realizing Padfoot was looking back and avoided looking back, which only made Padfoot bark in laughter.

He couldn't tease Harry, though…

Padfoot turned towards the twins and Lee. Oh… he knew who would do it for him…

–FDEiB–

HJP's POV

Harry pointedly ignored the excited Snuffles, who at noticing his ignorance turned towards the twins and Lee. Then Harry tensed. Sirius. Twins and Lee…

Harry froze as the two gingers and black guy turned to look at him and, then, their eyes twinkled. Shit! Tom had left lipstick? Did Tom even wear lipstick? He was a boyish girl, right? Right…?

"Oh Harrikins…"

"My son is in the room!" Harry blurted out before the three could continue.

It was the wrong thing to say. The quartet started to laugh like mad and Harry blushed to the tips of his ears.

"What is it?" Neville wondered.

"Harry got 'lucky'." Lee Jordan supplied mid-laugh and Harry groaned, hiding his face on his son's hair. "So… female or male?"

"Wha…?" Harry raised his head puzzled.

"You took George to the ball. So are you Bi or Gay? Or just Hetero and you took someone you see as a brother?"

"George is a brother." Harry argued and the twins grinned back, only to then add:

"So… it's a domineering girl?" Harry frowned confused, which only made the four troublemakers to laugh harder. "You look practically molested!"

"Hermione!" Harry pleaded and his friend took out her book, slapping the closest of the four with it. "And it's no one!"

"So… bestiality?" Fred winked, only to get slapped by the book again. "Ouch, Hermione!"

"Uncwe Fweddie is bein' meanie." Tommyboy argued.

"Don't be like that Tommyboy." Fred whined. – "Don't you want to see Daddy with a Mummy or Pappy?" George offered.

Harry's face reddened only for Tommyboy to shake his head, which made the twins huff.

"Daddy 'as Papas, Gwanda, Hedwi' and Nagimama."

Harry's face reddened again, while the entire carriage blurted out laughing.

"Tommyboy!"

"Papas take cawe o' Daddy. Papas stwon'. Powewfuw."

"And how does this Papa look like?" Lee asked.

Harry frowned and looked down at his Tommyboy, wondering what the boy would say.

"Papas be gingew and bawd."

Harry scoffed.

Of course the toddler would think he had two Papas…

The twins, Lee and Snuffles smirked (or Snuffles' animal version of it) and then left the carriage.

"They are trying to find someone who is ginger and bald at the same time, aren't they?" Harry wondered as Hermione opened her book and Luna her magazine.

"I'm afraid so." Neville agreed, the Mimbulus Mimbletonia back in his hold.

"Tommyboy is talking of two different people." Harry argued and that made the trio remaining to laugh.

"It's their own fault for going on a GooseChase." Hermione agreed. "Which one it was… the… you know…?"

"Ginger." Harry replied and the girl looked up from her book as Harry set Tommyboy back down on his carseat. Harry shrugged. "If it becomes something I'll tell you."

"And Bald is…?"

"Tom Sr.."

The group nodded and an hour later the four returned empty-handed.

Harry snorted at their pouting looks. He glanced at Neville, who was grinning at them while passing Harry his precious plant.

"Have you pondered that Bald is You Know Who?"

The four frowned and then their mouths fell open and they succumbed to the carriage seats besides Hermione and before Harry, Neville, Tommyboy and Luna (Snuffles on the floor). Neville picked the polaroid camera and photographed the four tired quartet. On the back Harry saw him writing: Train journey to Hogwarts '95. Admitting defeat after GooseChase after a person half Bald/half Ginger like Tommyboy described Papas

Neville winked at Harry and stood, leaving. When he returned, he had a letter that he traded for his plant.

I really need one day to explain to Jacob that this is not my real face and gender.

"Incendio."

The rest of the group gasped, only to gape at the letter burnt.

"Wha…?"

"Ginger's letters are always burnt." Harry explained.

The group turned towards Neville open-mouthed, minus Luna.

"'Ginger' has used me and Luna last school year plenty of times to help Harry on how to prepare for the Tasks… giving us books and stuff."

"We were Harry's owls." Luna agreed eagerly. "And Ginger is quite domineering. I wouldn't be surprised if the kiss was stolen."

"Luna…" Harry groaned and the quartet laughed.

(TBC)


Next chapter: Harry's second ever fever

~Isys