Chapter dedicated to Azirelucas (fanfiction site) for giving me a title for the laws
Ner words in this chapter: 3,489
"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 IX
–The Fever–
Friday, 1 September 1995
HJP's POV
The students gasped when Harry actually left the train with his son in his arms. Madam Malkin was at the station waiting with a smile. The three and Snuffles entered the carriage that the Seamstress had vacated for them, with the rest of their group taking the next one.
"How was the journey?"
"Some students decided to be practice dummies for Stupefy." Harry offered.
The Seamstress' eyes narrowed, understanding what actually happened. Professor McGonagall was by the doors when they arrived. The old woman looked at the cheerful boy on Harry's arms for not needing to hide for the first-time.
"Potter, Gryffindor has no special quarters for parents with children and…"
"Honestly, Minerva. You are talking like it's the first teenager that you teach with children!"
Professor McGonagall's lips thinned at Madam Malkin's interruption and reprimand. Harry huffed and turned around, walking towards the hut.
"Potter…"
"At least at the hut I'm always welcomed!" Harry argued.
"Po… Severus?"
Harry turned back, only to find Professor Snape stopping Professor McGonagall.
"With me, Potter. Professor Sprout has been all day preparing the engagement quarters near Hufflepuff in the ground floor for you to use."
Harry glanced at the Seamstress and the two followed the Potion Professor.
"Thank you, Professor."
Professor Snape looked back at Harry and then ahead again.
"Madam Pomfrey has already offered to watch over Young Peverell in the hours that Hagrid cannot. Enough to give you time for studying."
"Yes, Sir."
"And next time: don't hide a child at Hogwarts from your Professors!" Professor Snape added in a reprimand tone as they arrived the kitchen corridor. A door by the side was wide open and house elves were entering and leaving in a hurry. "Madam Pomfrey has warned you of no magic!"
"No magic, Master Professor Potion." Several house elves stopped to agree. "Cleaning by hand."
Professor Snape huffed as Harry snorted at the title. Harry set down Tommyboy, who ran to hug to death a house elf – Snuffles hurrying to accompany the toddler. They entered the quarters and Harry saw a small common room with two bedrooms and one bathroom adjoined.
"Tommyboy sleeps in my room."
"He is at the age where he should sleep in his room." Professor Snape argued as Madam Malkin walked into the bedrooms.
"Ask Lord Slytherin if you don't like it." Harry whispered towards the Professor in return.
Professor Snape frowned and then glared at Harry, only for Tommyboy to show at Harry's feet when the man got ready to retort.
"Daddy, hungwy."
"Of course, Tommyboy. We'll eat in just a few minutes. Can I set up your cot and our clothes first?"
Tommyboy thought about it.
"Yeah." He agreed and run head-first into the closed fireplace.
Snuffles immediately bit into the harness that Tommyboy always wore for the in case this kind of thing happened, which made the boy laugh as he was thrown into the air by the impact.
"I need wards on the fireplace." Harry added towards Professor Snape. "Sir."
"I'll warn your Goblins." Professor Snape agreed and turned around, leaving.
Harry entered the bedroom and set his bag on the bed. He opened on Tommyboy's lock and took out the cot – that the house elves and Seamstress were fast to set up – and children clothes.
"How much have you bribed Professor Snape with, Professor Sprout?" He wondered towards the short pump Professor, who started laughing as she helped him store the clothes in a bureau.
"Severus was the one to come to me and Poppy when he read the interview about your mistreatment. He was told you were pampered." Harry's eyes grew. "If you ever feel that you are falling behind in your classes, you can ask for help. Between us and your friends, we'll find some babysitting hours and study hours."
Harry blushed.
"Professor McGonagall tried to have me send Tommyboy away." He put in uncertain as they stored his own clothes in the wardrobe – by the side Madam Malkin was arguing with the house elves over too much magic in a cloth for Tommyboy's skin.
"And I'll have a talk with my colleague." Professor Sprout agreed. "I was wondering… just a little bet between me and Filius. Second-year. Winter holidays…"
"I went to the Muggles 'cause Tommyboy was there." Harry agreed amused and the woman fist bumped. "I take it you won?"
"Filius said that there was no way you already had the baby." Professor Sprout agreed. "I argued that in first-year you never had letters and that in the second-year – clockwise – you got a single polaroid picture."
Harry laughed.
"Of course the school student's motherhen would be the one to notice my own motherhen actions…"
Professor Sprout smiled back.
"Daddy! Gwanda!"
Harry frowned, his wand jumping into his hand from it's holster and he hurried out the bedroom. Snuffles was protecting Tommyboy with his massive body as Professor Dumbledore entered the common room with a pump pink-robed toad-faced woman. Harry opened his arms and Tommyboy run to him.
"Mr Potter, by Ministry's law it is forbidden to…"
"From the British Wizardry Magical Constitution, in the Magica Tutela Liberorum Law's line 17: It is forbidden to make any written law that interferes with the growth of a Magical Offspring.
"And line 55: An Offspring has in first place to grow with the Parents, then Grandparents/Aunt/Uncle/Godparents/Family Lord, only then can the Offspring be sent into an orphanage."
Everyone turned towards the Goblin Wardmaker, Griphook's brother-in-law Blogsur, entering the room.
"How dare you…?"
"I dare you to break a Magical Law that orders you to allow Lord Potter-Peverell / Heir Black the right to keep his Family Heir Potter-Peverell." The Goblin agreed. "My King will love to have a reason to start a rebellion against the Wizardry World… again."
That made the pump woman's face lose all colour.
"Blogsur." Harry bowed his head at the Goblin. "Tommyboy just made Snuffles have to stop him from jumping into the fireplace."
"Heir Peverell, fireplaces are not made for Offsprings!" Blogsur reprimanded and Tommyboy laughed. "Is this the only fireplace in the private quarters?"
Harry nodded and the Goblin approached it. Harry looked at Professor Dumbledore, who was staring back confused. Snuffles was by Harry's feet, ready to strike. A pop brought Harry's attention away from Professor Dumbledore.
"Food for Young Master Heir ready be. As soon as Master Lord moves to Gryffindor table besides Master Lord's family Young Master Heir's food will be set on table."
Harry smiled thankfully.
"Thank you."
"Twank yeh." Tommyboy parroted, which amused Harry to no end on how he spoke like Hagrid.
Professor Sprout appeared at his side.
"Me and Helen will deal with the preparations. Go to the Great Hall and put some food into your Heir."
Harry accepted the carrying scarves, set down Tommyboy on the floor, put on the scarves and then picked Tommyboy, setting him on the scarves with practical easy. As Harry moved to leave (Snuffles beside him and growling to make sure Professor Dumbledore and the pink toad woman kept their distance) Professor Snape joined them.
"Come on, Potter. Your makeshift family has saved you two a seat." And Professor Snape escorted them towards the Great Hall.
The sorting had just finished when they arrived by the looks of Professor McGonagall storing the bench…
Professor Snape left Harry on the Gryffindor table – besides the twins, Hermione, Lee and Neville – before going to the head table besides the other two adults. Snuffles sat on the floor behind Harry and for the entire meal the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs spent it throwing him food (as if to tame and calm down the beast).
"Fred, George, you're taking Snuffles for a long walk later, right?"
"With the amount of junk he is eating he sure needs it." George agreed.
Harry could see Snuffles struggling to pretend not to understand.
"Why don't you take him?" Alicia asked.
Harry signalled the child on his lap, which refused to leave it and that Hermione was spoon-feeding a soup.
"You think a walk around the school would be good on him at this time?"
The Gryffindors laughed.
"What about Hagrid?"
"He'd feed a massive looking beef by the end of the walk, he has done it before." Hermione argued as she finished feeding Tommyboy his soup. "That's it, Tommyboy. Eat all your soup to be strong like Daddy."
"Fwy wike Daddy."
The group laughed and Hermione snorted.
"To fly like Daddy." She agreed.
"Don't give him ideas… he already gives me heart attacks on his toy broom!" Harry pleaded, which made the entire Gryffindor Quidditch Team to laugh.
"Who gifted him that?" Hermione reprimanded, obviously thinking it had been Harry.
"Hagrid." He groaned.
That only made the others laugh harder.
–FDEiB–
There was something wrong with the bedroom. Harry sighed, picked Tommyboy's sleeping body and went down into the dungeons, where he knocked on Professor Snape's office. The man – luckily – didn't take long to come.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but I felt magic in the magicless room and Tommyboy is allergic and…"
Professor Snape stepped back and let them inside. He signalled an armchair and, when Harry sat down, pulled a blanket over the two only in cotton PJs.
"If you need: the fireplace is connected to the Malfoy's. No word required."
Harry nodded thankfully and Professor Snape left with his wand in hand. Harry stayed sitting with Tommyboy sleeping on his chest. The boy looked so peaceful. So different from his Papa…
{Lord Potter.} Harry looked at the fireplace to find Mr Malfoy's head in the green fire. {Where is Severus?}
{My private quarters. There was nothing before dinner, but now I can't fall asleep while feeling a magic trace.} Harry supplied as quietly as he could, yet loud enough so the other could listen.
{Was Professor Dumbledore in the room?} Harry nodded and Mr Malfoy sighed. {Very well. Go to Hagrid's hut for tonight.}
{Professor Snape said…}
{I will speak with him.}
Harry nodded, stood and summoned his invisibility cloak, pulling it over both of them. He left and walked outside. By the side he could see Snuffles splashing around the lake and making the twins and Lee get wet to their bones. It was the trio's own fault for letting him…
They entered the hut and Hagrid raised a questioning look, while Harry took out the cloak.
"Someone tried to make Tommyboy magicsick. Mr Malfoy sent me here as Professor Snape is checking it up."
Hagrid nodded, took out his pink umbrella and pointed at a seat which half-shaped into a bed.
"Stay in my bed. Less magic."
Harry smiled thankfully and laid Tommyboy against the wall.
–FDEiB–
Saturday, 2 September 1995
LV's POV
"How bad, Severus?" Voldemort demanded as soon as the Wizard came out the fireplace.
Severus bowed immediately at seeing him.
"Just enough trace to make Young Peverell sick if he wasn't allergic, as he is allergic it could get him a burning fever and eventually kill him." Severus explained. "A child this young isn't meant to be around this much magic."
"Was Jacob affected?"
"No… Potter took the attack onto himself, somehow." Severus offered, as if he was uncertain if he should and how it was possible. "Which means that they are both in the Infirmary wing with Potter with a massive looking fever."
Voldemort scoffed amused.
"Harry really has magically and emotionally adopted Jacob…" Severus raised his head confused. "Yes, Severus, I am the Father of Jacob. His… Papa."
"Potter…"
"He knows, that is why he gave Jacob his middle name." Voldemort agreed. "Which is also why Harry turned Grey. And if Dumbledore keeps trying to make him lose Jacob, what he will get is a Dark Harry because there will be no place in the living and unliving worlds where Harry won't make who took that boy from him pay."
Voldemort dismissed Severus, who went down the corridor towards Lucius. Voldemort focused on his mind link with his Horcrux.
{It is already bad enough to take showers. Do not need you take a sneak peek!} Tom snarled back and Voldemort had a brief image of a 14-year-old naked female body wet and full of foam, before Tom managed to stop the share.
{Harry is magic sick at the Infirmary wing with Jacob. He took Jacob's magic attack onto himself and as Jacob is allergic to anything magic intrusive, it turned into a fever instead of a simple cold.}
{Professor Dumbledore?} Tom snarled, only for both to hear someone knock on the shower cubicle's door. {Give me a moment…} "Have yet to have my morning coffee! Ginger! And with the period! Not a good combination!"
Voldemort snorted as the other female shrieked and run away.
{Period? You have yet to castrate that female body?}
{Two months for a whole summer in a Light house. The lass's mother would know if I had or not the bloody thing.} Tom snapped grudgingly. {Was it Professor Dumbledore?} He added to change subject.
{Harry said He had been in the room.} Voldemort agreed.
{I will finish the shower and then I will go look it up.} Tom agreed in return. {See how much it affected Jacob and if Harry took all it's effects into himself.}
Voldemort left his Horcrux's mind so the other could finish showering down. The other had decided to stay in that female's body. It was his own fault.
–FDEiB–
HJP's POV
Harry let Tommyboy play on his lap as his head burned. He couldn't believe he had caught a cold…
"Papa!"
Harry forced his eyes open and raised his head from the Infirmary wing's bed, to find Tom closing the door of the Infirmary wing, approaching and then pulling the curtain around Harry's bed.
"Snuffles…"
"Infirmary wing. Not allowed to enter according to Professor Umbridge's new decree." Tom argued and picked Tommyboy. "The Ministry of Magic's attempt at proving legally that you do not have the means to take care of a child since they cannot do it in another way." He set a hand on Tommyboy's forehead and whispered a few words in Latin. "He is fine."
"I'm the one sick." Harry grumbled and Tom laughed.
"You absorbed the overwhelming magic from Jacob into yourself." Tom argued. "Do not worry: rest. I will watch over Jacob and make sure the Ministry does not get their greasy hands on our son."
Harry groaned, let his head hit the pillow again and closed his eyes. He woke a while later to hear Tommyboy talking non-stop.
–And then Snuffwes bi'es me 'arness and boom… I jump into the sky.–
–You sound like a little marauder, Jacob.– Ginny's voice responded and the 3-year-old laughed. –You know that fireplaces burn and you can really hurt yourself, do you not?–
–Yeah, Papa. Bu' fwin'!–
Tom sighed.
–You take too much after Harry.–
–Harry is Daddy.– Tommyboy agreed with a childish innocent laughter.
Harry felt himself slip off to sleep again and when he woke up again there was silence. Harry opened his eyes, to find Tom reading the newspaper with Tommyboy napping on his (her?) lap.
"Won't people ask questions?" Harry wondered.
Tom looked up and then back towards the newspaper.
"Unlike you, all they see in the Weasley's daughter." Tom argued. –Professor Dumbledore thinks I would be a good influence on you and Ginevra's older brothers are only too happy that I am finally befriending you. Besides someone needed to babysit Jacob and he picked me.–
Harry blushed, but nodded.
–Snuffles, Hagrid and Madam Pomfrey knows that Papa's soul is at school. And Jake called him Ginger and Bald.–
–Palmona Pomfrey has already given me the look of 'I know'.– Tom agreed. –Sirius Black III and Rubeus Hagrid luckily have not learnt to use their heads.–
Harry grumbled, laid back on the gurney and looked up at the ceiling. Had he slept with his glasses on?
–I woke up earlier.– Tom hummed. –I heard you with Jake. You're a good Papa.–
–I have an entire three years to compensate for my absence.– Tom agreed.
–That's not what I…–
Tom's lips showed on his, shutting him up.
–I am not taking him from you.–
Harry blushed and looked the other way. The curtain opened and Harry looked at it to find Professor Snape enter and close the curtain behind himself.
"Good, you are awake. Miss Weasley, step away with Young Peverell so I can fully check Potter without harming Young Peverell's growth."
Tom stored the newspaper and grabbed Tommyboy, stood and stepped away. Professor Snape started checking Harry with his wand. Eventually, he picked a flask from his vests and offered the teen. Harry accepted and swallowed it without argument.
"What now, Professor?"
Professor Snape looked at Tom, who rolled his eyes and left the curtain. Professor Snape raised a silence ward.
"The Dark Lord has told me about the boy's origins." Harry nodded, while he let the man sit him up and undress his PJ top. "Deep breath." Harry inhaled as Professor Snape had a hand on his chest and then let the air out. "Very well. The magic inducing fever is gone, now its your body dealing with a normal cold."
"I don't remember ever getting a cold since I was 7-year-old and was interned for a whole month." Professor Snape raised an eyebrow as he lowered Harry against the pillows. "Got a cold while gardening Aunt Petunia's tulips. After a whole day with not being able to eat I was sent to Muggle Hospital. Doctors couldn't bring fever down."
"Magic fever." Professor Snape put in. "But a whole month?" Harry nodded. "I'll contact Tunia and look up the hospital's archives." The Potion Master argued. "I warned Professor Dumbledore that the reason why the fever affected you is because of same reason Mothers catch their children's colds. You took the fever into yourself – even though he isn't really yours." Harry blushed as Professor Snape used a balm on Harry's scarred forearm. "Separating you from Young Peverell is illegal both Magically and Lawly."
"That's good."
"And I've taught him that if Young Peverell dies, instead of you taking it against the Dark Lord, you will rightfully blame the Light. Because you know that the lad's father is Dark and no Dark Wizard would hunt a child of a fellow Dark Wizard – even if said child is being raised by the Light Icon."
"So that's why Ginny…?"
"That is why Professor Dumbledore put a known Light female, who he can easily manipulate, with you and Young Peverell." Professor Snape agreed. "Any other physical scar?"
"Leg."
Professor Snape took out the blankets and pulled up the PJ trousers until he could see the whole leg.
"Professor Dumbledore has cut your hair: claimed it was getting in the way with your fever."
Harry groaned.
"Meddling man… it was finally long enough to stop making a birdnest." He grumbled.
Professor Snape looked up at Harry and then back at the scar.
"I can prepare you a hair growth potion." He offered.
"Thank you, Professor, I'd appreciate that."
Professor Snape sneered and finished, cleaning his hands.
"Professor Sprout and Madam Malkin are right now with your Goblin in the quarters. Taking care of the magic residue that I didn't manage to find myself. There were plenty of them."
"Madam Malkin?"
"She had come to bring your new linen." Professor Snape agreed. "I don't know how much you can afford, but that amount of Goblins and Seamstress' non-magic cloth won't be cheap."
"So isn't to maintain my grandfather's Potion Company." Professor Snape raised a questioning look. "«Potter's Potions for every occasion. Only the best for the best.»" Harry shrugged. "My grandfather had quite the slogan."
"You own it?" Harry nodded. "Last couple years your company has been trying to buy my rights over some potions that I…"
"Account Manager Griphook. Goblin. I'm sure an agreement can be fixed."
Professor Snape hummed, nodded and left. Tom returned inside, with an awakening Tommyboy, while Harry rearranged his clothes and blanket. Even with Tommyboy present, he didn't want to give Tom any ideas.
"Daddy sick."
"Daddy caught Jake's fever." Harry argued. "Daddy got sick and Jake didn't."
"Daddy bes' Daddy in wowwd." Tommyboy agreed proudly, making Harry smile and Tom smirk.
(TBC)
Chapter dedicated to Azirelucas (fanfiction site) for giving me a title for the laws
To any of you who has been asking who Harry will chose (Tom or Voldemort) or when Voldemort will absorb Tom: know this, before Hagrid gave a title to this fic I had it under the name of Threesome on my papers
This fic happened because I wanted to write threesome with the Harrymort pairing and I kept thinking how can I make that work? And then this fic with Tommyboy happened while I was rereading my Snape's Small Help fic trying to get inspiration for that fic and instead got for this one
And don't worry, Tom will change genders eventually
Next chapter: Remedial Potions class
~Isys