Spoilers: 'I Want You, Sirius, And No One Else!' fanfic by Isys Skeeter and all the Harry Potter's books by JK Rowling
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta & Plot: DarkSnakeLordess
Pairing/s in this chapter: HP/GW, RL/SB, one sided LV/HP
Warnings in this chapter: time travel, slash, disease illness, birthday party
Nr words in this chapter: 3,136
"Talking"
'Thinking'
-Parseltongue-
Dream/Memory/Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper
Chapter XIX
–First Anniversary–
Harry looked up from the book he was reading on the living room's couch when Slippery entered with Rodolphus and Sirius. Harry raised an admired eyebrow.
"Lord Slytherin requested for me to come and play babysitter on you." the young male affirmed as Sirius snickered behind his hand. "Where is young Severus?"
"Severus went to the muggle village down the road." Harry answered with a groan. "Please tell me those weren't his exact words."
"No, they were worse."
Harry hissed angrily.
"Besides forcing me to study some stupid book about how to act, forcing me to listen to 10 records until the end of the day, he also is making fun of me. I'm so gonna kill him."
Rodolphus frowned, approached and, grabbing the book, read the cover. Rodolphus looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow.
"He's taking me tomorrow to the damn concert."
Rodolphus's eyes grew and then he looked at Sirius.
"Pass me the vinyl records and the vinyl player." The boy nodded and went to get it. Rodolphus turned to Harry and sat before him. "There will be some songs that will most likely be sung tomorrow. I'm going to show you them and teach you their lyrics. Then I'll show the newest album so you won't be left catching flies." Harry nodded thankfully. "Everyone will be looking at you and will expect you to fail, and the same for Lord Slytherin. I will also teach you the basics about how to act." Rodolphus said as Sirius approached with the box of the vinyl records and Rodolphus started to look them over. "Who gave you this?"
"Bellatrix Black." Harry answered.
Rodolphus raised his eyes to Harry and then back to the vinyl records.
"No wonder she was mad." The man stated amused. "Aiden sit as if you were at a party."
Harry sighed and took his feet from the couch sitting as he should, noticing that Rodolphus was looking at him with inquisitive eyes.
"What?"
"If I was, let's say, Lady Walburga you would already be seen as a mu… as dirt." Harry noticed that Rodolphus had to rethink of what he was going to say and sighed, nodding. Rodolphus looked at Sirius. "This is good practice for you. Would you tell me why he is wrong?"
Harry looked at Sirius who looked at Harry, tilting his head to the side.
"His back and nose?" Harry raised an eyebrow at the boy. "You're too hunched up. You have to raise your head and look ahead as if to look down at people." The boy shrugged, sitting besides Harry. "Have you ever tried the book?"
"The book?"
In answer Sirius grabbed Harry's book and put it on Harry's top of the head.
"You can't let it fall. Since I was 7 I've been spending most of my days using it."
Harry looked at Rodolphus with a questioning look. The man chuckled at Harry's horrified look.
"Sirius, go firecall Narcissa and my brother. I only have a few hours to teach Aiden all of this. They might as well come and help me." the boy nodded and left for the fireplace. "This is not the end of the world, Aiden." The man added tauntingly.
Harry sneered at him and the book fell. Rodolphus choose one of the vinyl records and put it on the vinyl records player to play.
"Cousin Aiden." Harry looked up as Narcissa Black appeared by the door, followed by Rabastan Lestrange and Sirius, who approached and sat besides Rodolphus.
Harry nodded his head at the woman and only then she entered, but when she approached she stayed by the couches as if in military. Harry frowned confused.
"You're an heir now, Aiden. She and my brother can't speak to anyone else until you introduce us. The same for sitting arrangements." Rodolphus explained.
"You've got to be kidding me." Harry groaned and Rodolphus shook his head, Rabastan wearing a smirk from his place by the door. "You may enter and sit… and speak to each other."
Narcissa sat before Harry.
"You really are in need of teaching, cousin."
"We only need the basics, Narcissa." Rodolphus commented. "Aiden is going to the social gathering tomorrow and will need to be able to survive."
Rabastan approached, sitting by Harry's side.
"Then basic it is. Learning how the hierarchy works and how to sit and speak, I suppose?"
Rodolphus nodded and showed the vinyl records.
"And I intend on teaching him some of the lyrics."
Narcissa nodded and turned to Harry.
"Sit!" Harry obeyed and Rabastan put the book on his head. "Offer me tea!" Harry raised a questioning look. "I said…!"
"Do you want tea?" Harry interrupted her, not exactly understanding what was going on but not sure if he wanted this nineteen year old witch to be mad at him, principally considering her older sister.
"Again."
Harry frowned confused.
"Would you like a cup of tea?"
"It's better." The woman said. "But you should use the title, cousin Aiden."
"Would you like a cup of tea, cousin Narcissa?"
"Yes, I would. Thank you for asking, cousin Aiden."
Harry sighed and asked Slippery to bring the tea, understanding what the teen was doing.
"Serve the tea, cousin Aiden." Harry approached and started to serve but his book fell. Rabastan forced him back on his seat and Narcissa returned the tea to the kettle. "Again." Harry started again but every time the book fell he was forced to restart from the beginning. "Again!"
"But every time I move the book falls." Harry groaned.
"Tomorrow you won't have a book, but the lords will be able to tell if the book falls or not. So do it again until the book doesn't fall. Don't worry. We have all afternoon."
Harry glared at the damn tea and received a pinch on his hand. Harry turned to Rabastan confused.
"Keep your face in control, Professor Mather."
Harry took a deep breath, put the book back on his head and restarted. Harry could understand what they were doing, by forcing him to so such a simply thing he was understanding how to act tomorrow but he feared the next day; what if Bellatrix was right and he would do something stupid that would make people sneer down at him? And then Rodolphus started to force him to listen to the lyrics. Forcing himself to listen to the songs while making sure that he poured the tea without dropping the book was a little difficult… and he ended up dropping the book, again!
–PC–
Voldemort arrived home to see Aiden sitting on the living room with the Lestrange heir, the Black heir, Narcissa Black and Rabastan Lestrange. The four stood bowed their heads at Voldemort, before leaving. Aiden looked at him, Severus sitting at his side.
"Nice hat."
Aiden frowned before he blushed and took the book from his head at once. His hand was red from when he most likely must have been pinched every time he showed too many emotions on his face as the others taught him. Voldemort turned off the music.
"Let's go change before dinner."
Aiden and Severus stood, Aiden having to grab himself as he stumbled. If the man really wanted to come with him, Voldemort had to persuade him to sleep during the afternoon or he would not handle the night, he barely seemed to have handled a tea party… considering the man had been in a coma for 4 days it didn't surprise Voldemort but he hoped Aiden would handle tomorrow without problem.
"Rodolphus said that Severus can stay with him at Lestrange Manor tomorrow night." Voldemort looked at Aiden as they sat by the table. "He's going to be watching over James as well and Rabastan said there would be no problem."
"Won't there be a problem between young Severus and young Potter?"
"I have an agreement with him." Voldemort looked to the boy. "He can't touch me in front of people because otherwise the Potter family will be badly seen."
Voldemort could clearly see the issue in that agreement but obviously Aiden didn't from the way he beamed at his heir.
–PC–
Harry woke early and left the room, descending the stairs, for the kitchen. After making sure Slippery promised to not freak out, he prepared breakfast and by the time Voldemort entered the dining room Harry was finishing setting the table with all the food he had prepared. Voldemort looked at the table confused and at the whole breakfast worth of a king Harry had set on the table.
"I forgot I wasn't cooking for my family." Harry mumbled with a blush. "I started with buttered toast but then I thought that you would prefer something more special than that so I made pancakes but then I thought that instead you preferred a English breakfast so I…"
"You cooked all of this?" the man interrupted Harry's babbling, sitting on his usual place.
Harry nodded and Severus entered with a box in his hand.
"Why did you decide to cook?"
"Well… I… happy birthday?" Harry stuttered while scratching the back of his head. Nice, of all the mental preparations he had done while cooking he had to do it this way, didn't he? Harry started to see Voldemort's eyes grow as the man paled and looked at the breakfast, as if not really knew how to react. "I know you're not used to celebrating it and… even if we don't celebrate the years we should celebrate the fact that we're alive and…" Harry started trying to recapitulate what he had mentally practiced.
"Father?" Severus asked at his side, interrupting him.
"Yes?"
"Shut up, you're babbling."
Harry blushed but obeyed. Okay, maybe it had sounded better in his mind.
–PC–
Voldemort looked to all the food trying to come to terms with the fact that Aiden had just tried to present him with a banquet. He looked up at the other two to realize Aiden was biting his lower lip as if afraid he wouldn't like it and young Severus was holding a small box while looking at him. At being acknowledge, the boy approached and offered his box.
"I wasn't sure what to buy you and I'm not sure if it is even alive, although it feels alive so… happy anniversary, sir."
Voldemort nodded and picked up the box, opening it to see an egg, a magical snake egg.
"I told Severus that something snake related was safe ground." Aiden added as he sat by the table.
Voldemort served himself with a little of each, noticing that Aiden's eyes lightened at that and wondered when Aiden had had the time to prepare for Voldemort's birthday if he had been in a coma most of the week. Voldemort wasn't exactly hungry but Aiden had taken all this work for him and… it was an odd feeling to think that Aiden had picked a wand and prepared all this wonderful food just for him.
"Where did you buy this egg?"
"At the local pet shop." The boy admitted. "Actually I didn't buy it as the seller said he had it for years and he thought it was dead so…"
Voldemort nodded.
"It's a magical egg. To a muggle it feels dead and will only hatch when around magic. I'll have to check which of the snakes it is but thank you, young Severus."
"Apparently muggle town is not so bad after all." Aiden taunted and Voldemort had to contain his eye roll. "How's the food?"
Voldemort tasted it.
"It is delicious, thank you."
"You're welcome… Its muggle cooked, Mister 'I Refuse My Share Of Muggle Food'." His Pet teased, imitating Voldemort's voice at the end.
Voldemort raised his eyes to Aiden who was looking back with mischief. Voldemort looked to the food again. Aiden had cooked this with his own hands? Voldemort wasn't sure why the odd feeling only increased at knowing that and couldn't help but wonder how long the other male had taken to cook all that.
"You didn't need to have all this work. A simple breakfast was enough." He said, avoiding the muggle done part.
The man shrugged.
"It's not a big deal. I'm used to cooking. Maybe now that I'm without a job I can try cooking instead… although I do it mostly as a hobby I suppose I could do it as a daily job." The wizard said with a shrug. Voldemort couldn't help but notice that Aiden was finally starting to think of living again and not just surviving. "Besides if you like it, 'muggle food' can't be that bad that wizards won't eat it."
Voldemort rolled his eyes at the man's taunt and contained his smirk.
"As much as I enjoy seeing you up and about I don't want you to over exercise yourself. You need to rest this afternoon or you won't handle this night."
Aiden groaned and Voldemort contained his smirk as he heard the man groan something about bloody babysitting.
"Did you say something?" he asked in a light tone.
Aiden sent him an exasperated look.
"Don't worry, old man, I'll take a nap."
Voldemort glared at the nickname and Aiden raised an eyebrow, provoking him to answer back.
"People will ask tonight about your future and about future wife." He said instead, he would not let Aiden's taunt provoke him.
"Future?" Aiden asked as he shrugged.
"Do you want me to go get the book?" Young Severus taunted his father who glared to the boy.
"Didn't you promise your friends to go visit them?" Aiden snarled to the boy.
Young Severus snickered but stood, bowed his head at Voldemort and left.
"I'll just tell then that now that I can't be a Professor I'll most likely try to be a cook. Open my own café, something like that."
"Do you want to be a cook?"
"No. I want to be a Professor." Voldemort raised an eyebrow admired. "I know I was an Auror before but… I like to teach and I like my students." Aiden shrugged. "Besides if I would join the Aurors I will most likely face you in the battlefield and if you can't kill me that wouldn't go so well, would it?"
Voldemort looked amused at the man's reasoning.
"Mention your appeal for teaching and the students if people ask you." Aiden nodded, not arguing. "What about the wife part?"
"There's only been 7 women in my life and I don't see any of them appearing now."
Voldemort frowned, trying to hide his anger. Seven?
"Are you that wanted in the future?" he asked nonchalantly.
Aiden looked at him confused.
"My mother, my aunt, my Professor at Hogwarts" Voldemort tensed, understanding that Aiden never meant it as literally as Voldemort thought. "My smart best friend, my lunatic best friend, my girlfriend and my girlfriend's mother who always treated me like a son." The man finished with a raised eyebrow, as if trying to understand what was wrong with that list. "Although I suppose I can add half the school, considering all the girls who tried to give me love potions and counting Cho who I fancied on my forth year and dated part of my fifth and…"
"You're babbling."
Aiden blushed and lowered his head. Voldemort couldn't help but think it endearing. Slippery appeared and gave Voldemort the newspaper and Aiden a heap of letters from his students that Aiden had already received before but hat yet to grade. Voldemort opened the newspaper and noticed Aiden playing with the food, the heap of letters by the side with a quill and a closed red ink bottle.
"What is it?"
"I just miss them… and even when they birth they won't know me and…"
"You're giving them up to make their life better." Voldemort said passing the page.
"Am I?"
"Why do you think that you aren't?"
"Because you were the reason our lives suck?"
Voldemort looked up to his Pet who was pointing him his fork threateningly. Only that young male would manage to make a fork look threateningly.
"Muggleborns?"
"And blood traitors."
Voldemort hummed, returning to the newspaper.
"As long as they learn about the losing magic that I taught you a while ago there's no problem." He said as he read a column about Dumbledore claiming that Tom Riddle wasn't trustworthy. "If you gave me names it would be easier to protect them."
Aiden chuckled.
"I'm not that stupid." Voldemort looked up to the amused look on his Pet. "You already know I'll birth a Potter. That's all you need to know about my mother."
Voldemort smirked and returned to the newspaper.
"That won't protect Ginny and her mother."
Aiden shrugged.
"I still have time to think about it." The young wizard said and picked one of the letters, opening it and started to grade the homework that had been inside.
After a while Voldemort folded the newspaper to see Aiden on his third homework grading.
"Are you a virgin?"
Aiden looked up surprised.
"Why?"
"Because when you do it with someone your magic connects and become one. It's like marriage."
Aiden hummed.
"Good thing I didn't then." The wizard mused. "No. The max I did was kissing under the mistletoe… or are kisses also something alike? Because if they are then I'll have to contact Cho as she was my first."
Voldemort vowed to himself that when this Cho would birth he would kill her before she had time to claim something that was his.
"Kiss means that you have the intention of marriage, but no your magic doesn't connect."
"I was 15. Marriage was the last thing on my mind. I was more worried about the fact that war was at my door and there was nothing I could do to stop it because I was a 'kid'."
Voldemort hummed.
"What about now?"
Aiden shrugged.
"I was going to ask Ginny… but now? I don't know."
"Where did you live?"
"12 Grimmauld Place."
Voldemort looked at Aiden admired.
"Black Manor."
"Well I was raised in Little Whinging, but now I lived in London, yes."
Voldemort hummed.
–PC–
By lunch Harry was sure Voldemort was ready to freak out, if the way the man was looking at the birthday cake, Severus had bought, was something to go by. It was a homemade waffle cake with Tom Riddle in green letters at the top and a snake also in green under the letters.
Harry raised an eyebrow to the man handing him the knife.
"Do you expect me to sing or are you going to cut the birthday cake?"
Harry knew that if he and Severus sang it would be too much as Voldemort wasn't used to celebrate his birthday, but it was fun to see the man pale and hurry to cut the cake.
(TBC)
I don't know if any of you ever tried to walk with a broom under your shit on your back to keep you back straight or with a book on the top of your head… it's not very easy but according to my mum her mother forced her to do it (and my grandmother lived in a farm so, no uptight woman from her side) I tried the book… the max I managed was a few steps
~Isys
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