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"Talking"
'Thinking'
{Talking on the fireplace/Two-way mirror}
–Parseltongue–
Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others
Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper
Time change/Date of time
Change of POV
Chapter XIX
–His Harry–
Tuesday, July 25 1995
HJP's POV
Harry started to stand, his bottom sore both from the night activities and the falling on it, to find a white death-like hand offering help. He looked up to find Voldemort.
"At the least you know your timeline." Harry grumbled. "Please tell me this won't happen again."
Voldemort smirked amused but didn't agree or disagree, making Harry groan.
"Spoilers."
"That's totally unfair!"
"Shouldn't I be the one to say that, my sweet Serpens?"
Harry huffed and let Tom help him on his feet. His ass was killing him.
"Get me back. I need a shower and that potion you gave me the other time."
Voldemort nodded and pulled Harry close, only to then side-apparate away without warning. Harry lost his footing and fell on Tom's arms.
"Let's get you showered and then I'll give you the potion."
"Deal." Harry agreed, his legs refusing to cooperate.
Voldemort stayed with Harry by the entrance of the bathroom for a real long time as Harry struggled with his own body, before the older sighed.
"Serpens, I won't be able to resist you if I'll help you bath." The older argued. "It was already bad enough when I helped you clean the other morning the mess that my younger-self left behind."
Harry blushed but the sound of running made him turn his head. A dog showed up that then shifted into his godfather. Sirius approached and picked Harry from Voldemort, before entering the bathroom without a word or acknowledge of Voldemort.
"Sirius…"
"Serpens Black." Sirius put in. "I grew up hearing about him. How he was a bastard of the family that had been granted the family prestige." The man continued as the tub was set up by house-elves. "I never actually met him." Harry looked at the older, who smiled back sadly. "You Know Who went to Black Manor – back when I was still intending of using it for Dumbledore's Order headquarters – accepted me back into the family and become my Family Lord." Harry nodded as Sirius helped him undress and then laid him on the warm water inside the tub. "By doing so he claimed Serpens Black legally into the Black Family. If You Know Who uses the Family Lord's tone of voice I'm forced to follow. If I fight back, I'm refusing you your Black name and actually making you a bastard, Black-speaking."
"Oh…"
"Why did you pick that name out of every name in the world?"
"You." Harry replied honestly. "Black because of you and SB because it's your initials. And Serpens Lynx because it's star constellations names."
Sirius nodded and kissed Harry's forehead.
"Just so you know… if you were biologically mine I wouldn't have given you a constellation name."
Harry snorted.
"I guess I got kind of attached to the names by now… even Lynx."
Sirius nodded with a smile.
"He told me about the time-travel after that one time I caught you two kissing." Harry turned deep red. Sirius had caught them? That explained the older's freak-out… "Did you know in the beginning that your past-time lover was Him?"
"I found out around a week after it started." Harry argued. "And it wasn't always lover. We were brothers in the beginning since I was older than him. Besides, I fought this feeling for a long time. Tom had to be really patient, like years patient – since a year for him is a day for me – for me to be ready for something more."
Sirius nodded.
"When in the past are you at the moment?" He asked.
"It was '57 last night." He put in.
Sirius nodded.
"Then tonight will be '58, correct?" Harry nodded. "In two days will be your parent's birth. The biological ones I mean."
"What about you?"
Sirius stayed quiet for a long time as he gave Harry the soap, before he finally replied.
"The last time Serpens was in Black Manor was the summer of the year I was born." Was all he agreed. "I'm born in November and am in the same school year as your parents. That's all that I can tell you without telling you too much about your own future."
Harry nodded, accepting it. Then he frowned.
"Where you listening-in on me and Voldemort? Like for real?"
Sirius scoffed.
"I'm in a dog form most time of the day. I have enhanced senses." The older argued. "It's not like I have to do it on purpose. Besides you spend the night out, of course I'd keep my attention on you. And really? The You Know Who hints on being unable to keep it in his pants to my godson? Of course, I come running!"
Harry rolled his eyes.
"If it freaks you out that much, then you don't want to hear that during the last week I've been sleeping with his younger-self." He retorted.
"Harry!" Sirius snapped and Harry snorted. "There's so much that my mind can handle."
Harry snickered and submerged himself underwater, when he came out his glasses were all wet. Sirius took them out to clean it for Harry as Harry fully bathed himself.
–SYiaS–
Harry accepted the newspaper to find the picture of the Healer and Aurors that Harry had thrown away from himself the day before was front page.
Aurors Attack Boy Who Lived
Harry passed the pages to the actual interview, to find two whole pages dedicated to it. Alongside with a picture of Harry already in Lestrange Manor in his simple robe. She really had posted that damn picture. After reading it, he looked up at Lord Jeremiah who had a smirk at the corner of his lips.
"We've had owls storming in all morning. Between people demanding for you to 'tell the truth' and people backing you up it was a fun morning. Not to mention the Aurors. Corban told me that there are too many people storming inside the Aurors department in the Ministry of Magic demanding to know the truth. Even Minister Fudge is freaking out. Since, you know, he was trying to discredit you but since I took you in he hasn't dared to mention you or he'd have to face me in open court for defamation."
Harry nodded, only to frown.
"Discredit me?"
"For claiming that the Dark Lord is back." Lady Alexa offered kindly and Harry hummed. "Right after you claimed that He was back during the last Trial, he has been defamating you and Professor Dumbledore."
"Oh… I didn't know that."
The once-brunet couple nodded.
"Minister Fudge is too scared to admit that the Dark Lord is back, so he prefers to defamate you, that way people wouldn't believe you that He is back."
Harry hummed. Did he care that people would believe him insane? Did he care what they thought? Did it really matter?
"Where is Tom?"
"In his quarters." Lord Jeremiah put in and Harry stood. "Harry…"
"Either I like it or not, my credibility is what makes this interview work." Harry argued and run out the drawing room, he run down the corridors until he entered Voldemort's private area. The man was by his desk like usual and looked up at Harry confused. "I need you to come out."
Voldemort raised an amused brow.
"Hello, Serpens. I am gay."
Harry scoffed.
"That's not what I meant. Prove to the Wizardry World that you are back."
"That will bring up fear."
"Will make the people start believing in me instead of questioning that what Rita Skeeter just printed in the newspaper to be fake news as she is prone to do."
"If I show myself to the World, you won't enjoy the consequences." Voldemort argued. "Even if you like to pretend not to, this is the face that brings nightmares even to grown Wizards and Witches."
Harry's eyes narrowed.
"So what? Do you prefer for people to slander my name left and right? Do you prefer for me to be raped by Healers while being held down by Aurors?" He snapped and he could see the bloodlust entering Voldemort's narrowing eyes. "Is that what you want, 'Voldemort'?"
Voldemort stood so fast that the chair hit the wall behind him and actually broke in pieces.
"The healer did what?" Tom demanded. "I wondered why my Knights were so predominant on keeping me away from today's newspaper… I'm going to murder him in such a gruesome way that no one will ever dare to touch what is mine and…" the older took a deep breath to hold himself back, then he looked at Harry. "Are you hurt? Did the Healer and the Aurors actually hurt you?"
"My magic blasted before he could've." Harry argued, while holding back his own reaction to his Tom finally showing his Voldemort-self.
Voldemort nodded, relieved.
"You are never leaving without me there, understand?" Harry nodded. "Good. I'm going to deal with who dared to think he could harm my Harry."
It took Harry a good effort to not start to cry and keep a straight face until Voldemort left the room. He fell on his knees and started crying, knowing fully well that he had just sentenced that Healer's life.
"You didn't need to tell him about it." Sirius argued from the doorway.
"He wouldn't show that he is back unless I gave him a good enough reason." Harry argued between hiccups. "I just killed a man's life just because he followed what he was told to do."
"Harry…"
"It was the first-time since the time-travel started that he called me Harry. It has always been Serpens. I'm always his Serpens. It's the first-time that he saw me as Harry and not as his past-lover."
–SYiaS–
Friday, July 25 1958
TMR's POV
Tom smiled when Serpens arrived, only to frown at the marks under his eyes. The teenager smiled back and joked when he realized that they were back in the Black Manor, but Tom could see that something was off with the other. And considering that the younger was putting up a facade only showed how much it was spoiler territory and how much he couldn't tell Tom yet.
"Serpens, do you want to just stay in bed tonight? We don't need to go visit the Blacks if you don't want to."
Serpens looked back ready to refuse, then he nodded and pulled Tom into a hug. Laying down on the bed with him. Just snuggling in.
Tom wondered what could have happened of so bad that had left his Serpens in this state and vowed internally to make whoever dared to do this to his Serpens pay.
(TBC)