This chapter is dedicated to Krysania (Tat) for being the review number #100 on AO3 and for giving me a request(as a reward) that V find out about the Horcrux in Harry's scar and so resolute to not move it for anything. Maybe even find a way due to that to sent more power to Harry and keep him healthy a bit more.

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: Darknessbleedingthroughmyveins

Pairing/s in this chapter: HP/GW, one sided LV/HP, CP/DBP, RW/HG

Warnings in this chapter: time travel, slash, slash, kiss

Nr words in this chapter: 3,053

"Talking"

'Thinking'

-Parseltongue-

Dream/Memory/Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Chapter XXIV

–Juicy Things–

Charlus Potter looked at Ron, Luna and Neville from his sitting position on the café they had sat on to talk. Harry had asked for a pancake with an ice cream and hot-chocolate topping for him and another for Severus. The boy was using a fork to eat, not sure what to make of the strawberry ice cream with the hot-chocolate topping.

"So you all came from the colonies?"

"Yes, sir."

"And what do you do for living, Mr. Lune?"

"I applied for Auror and got in this afternoon." Ron said. "I'll start working Monday morning."

"And you, Mr. Neville?"

"I'm looking at the shops Ha… Aiden was offered and am going to open a café which will also have a more floristic look." Neville answered, having to amend Harry's name at the last second.

Harry saw as his Grandfather didn't even look at Luna to wonder about her job.

"You know, Kitty Luna, if there's something I don't support about England is the way they treat muggleborns, halfbloods, halfbleeds… and women." Harry finished looking pointedly to Grandfather who raised an admired eyebrow. "I mean, someone would think people had learnt their lesson long ago."

"Long ago, Father?"

Harry smiled at Severus as picked a napkin, before cleaning the corner of his mouth, making Severus turn ten shades of red.

"Yes, Morgan le Fay is a good example. King's Arthur half-sister and Merlin's antagonist… even if her story varies around the centuries from being simply King Arthur's sister to being his enemy, she always is seen as a powerful witch."

"I… I never heard of Morgan le Fay." The boy whispered.

Harry smiled and turned to his pancake.

"That's because the Wizarding World didn't deem King Arthur or Morgan's story worthy of their history's lessons and prefer to talk about goblins wars than something that would make people think." Harry simply stated before putting his fork in his mouth. Harry moaned at the taste. "Are you sure you don't want to try it? It's really good." He added looking at Voldemort.

"No, thank you. I'm still full from all the candies you served me on my anniversary."

"It was one slice of cake…" Harry added pointedly.

Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

"And the breakfast?"

Harry blushed, okay maybe it had been more than one cake.

"So one slice of cake, a pancake, a marmalade toast, a…" Harry stated, counting them on his fingers.

Voldemort coughed to shut Harry up when he noticed all the others looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Aiden is right, of course. Many witches are ignored during history even though they are quite powerful." Voldemort affirmed, obviously not enjoying the previous conversation topic.

"And how would you know about them?" Grandfather asked.

"Muggle history." Harry and Voldemort answered at the same time.

"I will want to know more about her and others then." Neville affirmed. "After all, our know-it-all was a muggleborn and a woman and she was the smartest witch we'll ever find."

Harry smiled at Neville.

"I don't know… Lord Riddle is not very far behind her…"

Ron chuckled.

"That's only because he had like 30 years ahead of her and a pass of full permission to the library. With us, studying for classes, studying to teach you how to train yourself, studying for the classes you give and even the whole war going on… she barely had the time to know half the library."

"Good thing she didn't, remember when she had 'more time' in third year?"

Ron made a face.

"Yeah, not a good experience."

Harry smiled at Ron and Neville before looking down at his half eaten plate, having lost the appetite. He missed Hermione… Harry pushed the dish away with a knot on his stomach, only to look admired as the plate was pulled and, when he looked to whom had done it, he saw Voldemort grab Harry's fork and finish Harry's plate as if it was the most natural thing in the world to share Harry's food.

"So, hum… Miss Lune, what have you been doing?" Charlus asked trying to break the tension that had suddenly created.

"I'm looking for houses. One that both me, my brother, Alick, Aiden and Sevvie can live happily."

Harry saw amused at the corner of his eyes as Severus blushed at the nickname and lowered his face, picking on his food.

"And…" Charlus coughed to hid the embarrassment, he was most likely not used to talk like this to a woman… like an equal. "What about job choices?"

Luna shrugged.

"I was going to travel around the globe, but Aiden needs me now so… maybe I'll help Alick with his café and gardening, keep the Nargles away from the shop, you know?"

"The what?" Severus asked, before Harry, Neville or Ron could manage to stop him.

The three groaned as Luna looked at Severus admired.

"You're Father didn't tell you? They are nasty creatures that are always trying to play pranks. Every year they stole all my shoes so I had to walk barefoot all year long."

Severus frowned and looked to the trio who tried to make him signals to let it go but, when Luna looked at them, the three stopped before she could see and smiled innocently. Voldemort put his fork on the table and Harry glanced, noticing that the man had finished Harry's pancake.

"You were right, Aiden, this really was good."

Harry raised an eyebrow. This man was unbelievable. One moment he didn't want to eat, the other he finished Harry's own plate!

"Better than my homemade pancakes?" Harry teased and Voldemort tensed. "You can say it, you know? After all, my homemade pancakes are muggle made… something you 'hate'."

"You're never going to stop teasing me about it, are you?"

"About what?" Harry feigned innocence. "Mister 'I Refuse My Share Of Muggle Food'?"

Voldemort glared at Harry who limited to smirk back. Harry heard the sound of high heels approaching and long later a chair was pulled and someone sat at his side. Ron, who had been about to take his wand out, relaxed again. Harry turned to the woman at his side.

"Madam Skeeter, to what do I do the bother?"

Rita Skeeter smiled back.

"Charming as ever, Professor Mather." The woman's eyes passed by Severus and then the others on the table before returning to Harry. "Would you be so kind to give me a few words about how it is to be back to school and your beloved students?"

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Although I'm sure that you already know the answer to that, I'll answer; like a dream came true." Harry saw as she wrote it quickly. "And now that we're at it. If you dare to write one more time that I'm in need of a wife on your columns I'll start using anti-beetle repellent wards around me and my son." Harry hissed the beetle part just low enough for her to hear.

Rita looked at Severus and then back to Harry.

"But every child needs a Mother."

"It's not my fault the woman I wished to marry died a few days ago." Harry answered coldly and added at once as he saw her ready to write; "And no, you're not allowed to talk about her death and how I'm heartbroken."

"You could at least gave me some juicy things." Harry raised an eyebrow, sceptically. "You owe me that much after last column." The woman argued.

Harry looked at the woman coldly before he turned to Luna.

"Miss Skeeter, I present you Kathleen Lune, Gin's twin sister. Ronald Lune, their older brother and Alexander Neville. The three just arrived from the colonies and are going to stay. Ron is an Auror and Alick is a herbology lover who is going to open a café, while Kitty Luna has yet to decide what to do with her life. The three fought with me in the colonies war, they were taught by me on how to fight against the enemy and how to defend themselves as the three are my best friends that I would follow to the end of the world." Harry presented before turning to Rita as she wrote quickly. "You have your story, now flee!"

Rita smiled and stood, leaning down to kiss Harry on the cheek before disappearing.

"You taught them?" Harry looked at Severus confused. "The three of them?"

"We were around 15/20 people. The DA, don't ask me what it stands for. I was fifteen, the war was starting and as no one was teaching us… I mean, Tom taught me but no one taught them so… and we really wanted to be part of the war so… I taught them what Tom taught me."

"I couldn't do a simple spell right if it wasn't for your Dad." Neville added with a smile. "Aiden taught us more than to fight. He taught us how to believe in ourselves."

"While at the same time your Dad found his first girlfriend." Ron added conspiratorially to Severus.

Harry blushed deep red.

"Ron! What did we agree about shameful back stories?"

Ron smirked with a raised eyebrow.

"You were the one who kissed a crying girl under a mistletoe full on Nargles." The red haired man pointed out tauntingly.

Harry put his forehead on the table.

"What will I ever do with you?" he groaned. "That was supposed to be private."

"But it's so fun to embarrass you in front of my dear Nephew."

"He's your godson." Harry amended, while raising his head, grabbed Severus's fork and pointed it at Ron.

Ron shrugged.

"Same thing. Neither would your Father and Godfather forgive me if I didn't teach their Grandson about incriminating back stories, nor would Gred and Forge accept that I wouldn't teach our Nephew about pranks…" Ron turned to Severus. "Picture all these pranks you will be able to do on the Marauders without them realizing it."

Harry groaned.

"I'm a teacher, Ron. I can't permit him to prank them… besides James' Father is right here." He finished pointing to Grandfather.

Charlus was looking to the whole scene amused. Ron rolled his eyes.

"Don't listen to uptight man over here." He said pointing at Harry "He wasn't always like this. He used to be fun and enjoy pranks; he even sponsored my twin brothers in order for them to open their own pranks shop. You should've seen that time we used a polyjuice at age 12… or that time our potions Professor was badmouthing Aiden over and over again and Aiden snapped and answered back… or when our DADA Professor badmouthed him and he called her a liar…"

Severus looked at Harry admired, who huffed.

"Only because I was the son of my parents I was attacked by my potions Professor since day one. And answering DADA Professor got me with a whole month of blood quill about 'I must not tell lies', so I don't see why that should be praised. My Potions Professor hated me because he loved my Mother and because my Father bullied him… funny that I got their burden on my back when I don't even know them. My Potions Professor thought I was a spoiled brat even before he deemed me a chance, because my Father was. So, Ron, I don't know why my son should bear the weight of my burden on his back as I did my parents." Harry scowled.

Ron sighed.

"And you're back to that."

Harry frowned looking at him confused before realizing how he had snapped at Ron. Harry sighed, succumbing to his chair.

"Sorry, Ron. Normally I'm more controlled than this."

"More controlled or not you should not need to have to control yourself every two moments. This is all because of the war and that experimental test we did all those years ago."

"I don't regret doing it."

"Of course not, because it's you mate. It made you the worst person to fight against, but it also killed a part of you… I speak for myself and I didn't even managed to pass half the test! What I said earlier I repeat it. Since you're parents killer died I haven't seen you so alive than you are with Sevvie over there and…" Ron stopped himself but he didn't need to finish; Harry knew who he meant.

Harry looked sideways to Voldemort, the man's eyes were red and he was looking at Ron with a cold look on his face.

"Where are you staying?"

Harry looked at Grandfather, thankful for the change.

"At Riddle Manor for now." Ron answered.

"If so, not anymore. I'm sure my wife won't mind have a few guests for a few days. What about clothes?"

"We took a bag with some clothes with us, but that is all we have." Neville explained. "We're using Aiden's clothes, while Mr. Lestrange borrowed Luna some of his Mother's clothes."

"Well then. Neither an Auror can fight with only some clothes, neither would I feel all right if I wouldn't help my nephew's friends. You three will stay with me and I'm sure Dorea will be delighted in being able to help you all with the clothes, how to prepare the café, how to find the house and how to get it ready for living… besides I'm sure Professor Riddle will enjoy having his house back."

–PC–

Voldemort stood from the table. Aiden had gone with young Severus to the bathroom, he was babying the boy but Voldemort was sure it was normal. Lord Potter, young Luna and young Neville were talking by the café's door about the place young Neville had chosen.

"No matter what…" Voldemort looked to the other male still by his side. "Either Aiden be dark or light or grey, I will always be there for him. So don't you dare to break, hurt or kill him!"

"Is that a threat, Mr. Lune?" Voldemort asked with a raised eyebrow.

Young Ronald's eyes narrowed.

"No. It's a warning, Voldemort." The wizard looked around to make sure he hadn't been heard. "And an advice, because if you hurt him… you'll be the one dying. Again."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Voldemort asked sceptical.

Young Ronald smirked.

"Aiden told me that this you is actually capable of thinking… so guess it yourself." The wizard turned around. "Tell Aiden and Sevvie goodbye for us." And he left with the others.

Killing Aiden meant his death? Could this mean…

"Where are the others?" Voldemort turned to Aiden by his side, looking around confused.

Voldemort let his magic touch Aiden. A curse that used half his magic in order to coexist… and Voldemort felt a poke back coming from the forehead.

"They went already."

Aiden hummed and nodded.

"We should go as well." The wizard said, putting a hand on young Severus' shoulder and starting to leave the café.

Aiden was his horcrux. A living horcrux. That's why he wanted him to kill him, that's why he was ready to die at 17. It had been the only way to kill Voldemort.

Voldemort smirked and followed the Mathers. One more reason to make his Pet his.

–PC–

"Father?"

"What is it?" Harry asked as he kneeled before Severus and cleaned most of the ash of his dark robes.

"How did Ginny look like?"

"Physically?" Harry asked, glancing up to Severus's dark eyes.

The boy nodded and Harry looked to his desk by their side and summoned the drawing he had made months ago. Harry offered Severus the drawing, continuing to clean the boy. Voldemort had gone after them but the man had left the office, giving them some kind of privacy.

"She looks like Godfather." Harry hummed back. "If she had come would you have married her?"

Harry looked at Severus in the eyes. The boy had been the only person Harry had admitted that he and Ginny would not go well together.

"Probably."

"Why?"

"I love her."

"But you said that…"

"Marrying Ginny would kill me inside. Ginny would expect me to settle down. She would expect something of me that I couldn't give. And I would feel trapped, would feel the need to smile and show a mask to make her happy and would end up killing both of us."

"But you would still marry her."

Harry nodded. Severus turned around and started to walk to the door of Harry's office.

"Tom." The boy looked back at Harry. "Why him?"

Severus smiled.

"Why not? See you at dinner, Father." And Severus left.

Harry stood, more confused than ever. Severus was hiding something. He thought that he had won the boy's trust by now but apparently not yet. Maybe it was still too soon. Harry saw as Voldemort entered the office again. He turned to the man with a sigh, getting ready mentally for the argument he was about to hear.

"Do you have any idea of how lucky you are that Lord Prince had yet to fight back?"

Harry nodded.

"Yeah, I have a little suspicion…" Harry approached his desk, looking at the drawer where he used to save Ginny's drawing to meet with Hermione's drawing face. "Why did you use your own blood for the adoption?" he asked looking up.

Voldemort smirked and approached, walking around the desk and pulled Harry against the wall behind the desk. Harry looked up to the man's red eyes as his facial expression changed to the white face of Lord Voldemort.

"Are you going to answer?" Harry asked, wondering why the man always kept pushing him against walls.

"No. I'm going to show." The other man finally deemed Harry with an answer before a hand appeared behind Harry's neck, pulling his head up as Voldemort lowered his face down. Harry's eyes widened, this wasn't happening, this couldn't be… Voldemort's lipless lips touched Harry's ones. His lips were rough and cold and so dominating… nothing like kissing Cho's wet lips or Ginny's sweet lips… this was so much more and… demanding and… so dark. Voldemort pulled his head back and smirked down at Harry's panting face. "You're not 15 anymore. I don't believe I need to say anything else, my Pet." And Voldemort released Harry, turned around, turned back to his more human face and left the office.

Harry fell on his knees. SHIT!

(TBC)

Hi

First; for Mr. Guest who is arguing about the year Harry said to Ron, Neville and Luna couple chapters ago. If you had read all the chapters you would have seen that when Harry told Voldemort what year he has from it was 2100 and not 2000.

Second; the most waited kiss, hope it was worth the wait!

Third; the 'not fifteen anymore' came from the chapter 'Chapter XIX –First Anniversary–'

~Isys

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