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"Talking"

'Thinking'

{Talking on the fireplace, phone}

–Parseltongue–

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

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter XX

–Family Moment–

Thursday, 4 July 1996

HJP's POV

"The stereo system is the most pertinent one, so we can put it here in the living room. So during the party we'll be able to put music."

"A radio?"

"Something like that." Stan agreed without looking back.

"I'm sorry for them." Harry added, before continuing loudly and with a pointed tone. "They are pampered and used to have everything given to them without the need for asking."

Both twins went deep red.

"And whose fault is that?" Voldemort argued as he entered the room. Harry glared at the man as he turned towards Rosier. "I found some fissures in the office."

Rosier stood and at Miley's whine, he put a hand on her shoulder smiling down at her.

"Work first, Miss."

Miley pouted and the man left the room. Voldemort approached and took Rosier's place, looking at the chess. Unsurely Miley looked at him as the man signalled at a pawn to move forward. Harry approached to watch the man play. As a Muggle he couldn't order the chess as a Wizard would've do, instead he had simply signalled the pieces and they were obeying. Interesting way of playing the Wizardry Chess while pretending that you don't have magic.

"Check." Voldemort stated after a while. Miley immediately saved her King, only for a couple moves later. "Check."

"Come on, Eve." Stan turned to his sister as Voldemort kept cornering her.

Miley narrowed her eyes at Voldemort and ate Voldemort's Queen before going for his King herself. Finally, she smirked.

"Check."

"Check mate." Voldemort retorted and his horse moved destroying her King. "You were more worried about going after me that you left your King open for an attack. You need to upgrade your strategy. You worry more about the attack and less about safety. Sure a couple pawns here and there won't kill you, but not all of them. One might come in needed later. Same for your Queen. I could've eaten her thrice."

"I…"

"Weasley gave you a book, didn't he?" Miley nodded. "Maybe you should study a little more. You are good, sure. But try to enter on any chess championship and you'd be thrown to the ground on the first round."

Miley hummed and nodded.

"Thanks, Papa." She stood and left the room running, returning in no minute with the book in hand and going to the couch.

"And you wonder why I pamper them." Harry mumbled as he moved away from the cold man only to see Mrs Malfoy smile amused. "By the way… Mrs Malfoy, you are a woman."

The woman looked at him in a mix between surprised and amused.

"Indeed."

"Well, I'm a guy. Sirius is also hopeless. My uncle didn't prepare himself for so early on and Serena is… well…"

"She forgot to explain Miley what being a woman means." Voldemort put in.

Mrs Malfoy hummed, turning to the suddenly red Miley.

"I get what you mean. Maybe I should have this talk with her alone? There's some things that a female must talk alone."

Harry nodded and the woman approached Miley and left with her. Sirius raised his head at once, moved out the blanked and approached the couches.

"Back to the blanket! Or are you willing to dry clean all of the furniture every time you fill it with your fur?" Voldemort hissed and Sirius growled, returning to the blanket. "I'll have to have a talk with Serena. Honestly, what was my ex thinking when she choose Serena as godmother?"

Harry's face went deep red as Stanley chuckled.

"She's not that bad…"

"She blew up the basement while making soup."

Sirius chuckled.

"You're not much better, Sirius." Harry argued to the man. "I've seen you make potions."

"Brew." Harry looked to the door as Rosier entered. "You don't make potions you brow them. The first and top floor are completely operational, you may return to your work, Muggle."

Voldemort nodded and putting a hand on Stan's shoulder he left.

"Who will give me the talk?" Stan asked.

"Your father is looking up on the subject to know how to do it." Harry replied. "He just wouldn't be fast enough to explain to Miley in time because of what happened this morning."

Rosier looked at Harry confused.

"First-time today?" Harry nodded. "Did she ever hear about it?"

Harry shook his head.

"She was in tears thinking she was sick."

"Poor girl. So that's why Narcissa isn't here… let's move to the kitchen." Harry frowned confused. "It's almost dinner time and you cook yourself, don't you?"

Harry nodded and looked at Stan, who stood and approached going with them downstairs into the kitchen. Immediately a Silence Ward was raised.

"About the Muggle things you three asked…"

"Your Dark Lord will murder me and bring me back, only to kill me again." Harry agreed, making the Death Eater laugh.

"I'm pitying poor Narcissa already. The Dark Lord will blame her most likely since you three are off-limits."

"It's his own fault for creating this Muggle charade." Harry argued as he picked Voldemort's gifts. "Why is he working so much on keeping it?" He wondered, glancing back at the Death Eater who was looking around the room.

"If he was a French Wizard who appeared people would question his sudden appearance. This way the Lights will see a Muggle courting Harry Potter and the Purebloods a way for an Heir to win his Lordship by marriage. It will only help when they realize that you'll be able to get pregnant."

Harry hummed, putting the frying pan on the oven.

"Stan, don't put your pet on the counter aisle." He hissed at the boy, before he walked away from the oven and going to the counter to start preparing the ingredients.

"How do you…?" Stan started, putting the snake on his neck.

"Because every time you know of something I don't approve and are about to do it, you move really slowly and hold your breath." Harry argued. "Although I'm not your Papa so I won't tell you on how to be a better liar as I don't want you to follow on your Papa's career like he just did with Miley."

Stan pouted, sitting on a chair.

"How so?"

"Voldemort just taught Miley on how to take over the world… while playing chess."

Stan frowned and then his eyes grew as he realized what Harry meant.

"You could've stopped him." Rosier argued.

"They already lived long enough without a father. It's not like he is teaching her on how to grab a wand and on how to use the unforgivable… if that's what he wants to use to get close to his children, so be it." Harry put everything on the frying pan. "I need to compromise. After all even if they are my children… they are also the Dark Lord's."

"You really are one of a kind." Rosier put in amused. "Then again you are the future husband of the Dark Lord, what else could I expect from you?" Harry smiled back only for Rosier to grab his wand and narrow his eyes. "Behind the counter aisle."

Harry grabbed Stan and hid, as soon as the door opened Rosier lowered his arm.

"It's just me, Evan."

Harry looked at Rosier, who nodded and he stood to see Rodolphus Lestrange entering the kitchen.

"Why are you here?"

"Was going to start on the inside wards." Rodolphus answered Rosier, looking at the ward over the door and then to Rosier with a raised eyebrow. "You call this a ward?"

"Not everyone is as good as you are." The Wizard argued.

"Can it wait?" Harry asked and Rodolphus turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "I'm making dinner."

"I'll wait."

Harry nodded thankfully and returned to the food.

"Did you update the wards I did in the gardens?" Rosier asked Rodolphus.

"I saw it and upgraded them immediately, yes." Rodolphus agreed. "They'll be able to play there all they want and won't hurt themselves."

Harry glanced at the men confused.

"The Dark Lord asked for a Quidditch field to be added so you wouldn't break a neck every time you flew." Rosier explained. "I created the space but my ward making isn't as good as this Wizard right here."

"You'll be able to fly as high as you want and still fall and don't get hurt. That will calm the Dark Lord down." Rodolphus offered.

Harry's eyes grew and stayed looking at the two men as they kept talking. Voldemort had… asked for a Quidditch field for Harry? But he hated it. He…

Stan passed by Harry suddenly and pulled him from the stove and immediately took his place. Harry snapped back and went deep red at realizing he'd turned off.

"Thanks, Stan."

Stan rolled his eyes.

"Just go upstairs and thank Papa properly. After the last red face, he deserves it."

"But…"

"I won't blow up the basement!" The boy argued.

Harry turned around and left the kitchen going upstairs to the first floor and knocked on Voldemort's office, before entering. Voldemort was there over some paperwork. He looked back with a raised eyebrow. Harry made a questioning look towards the walls.

"Rodolphus already updated the office wards." Voldemort replied.

"He and Rosier told me about the Quidditch field…"

Voldemort hummed and turned back to his paperwork.

"It was that or let you fly without any protection." He argued.

"Even so… thank you."

Voldemort looked up and nodded, standing and approaching.

"No flying out of the field. No more flying off the bedroom window. Understood?"

Harry rolled his eyes, a smirk at the corner of his mouth.

"Can't you just accept a thank you like a normal person?" He argued and grabbed the man by the tie, pulled him down and kissed him.

–MR–

LV's POV

Voldemort watched Harry as he smiled shyly at him, before walking back and leaving the office. Had the teen assumed this as a courting gift? But there was no romance in this… it was… far from it. Damn it, Harry. It would've be a lot easier to court you if you were the typical pureblood Witch. Then all Voldemort would have to do was give him a few flowers and take him on a couple dates. Courting males was so not Voldemort's speciality…

–MR–

HJP's POV

Harry returned to the kitchen and quickly finished the dinner, his face red to the tip of his ears. He couldn't believe he had just actually kissed his parents' killer.

"Good to know that the Dark Lord is winning points." Rodolphus put in.

Harry hid his face, turning his back on the amused Death Eaters.

"Shut it, you two." Stan hissed at them.

"I'll better go triple check those wards so the Dark Lord doesn't regret it." Rodolphus left the room.

"Should I go set the table?" Stan asked and Harry nodded.

"About that…" Rosier started uncertain.

"I can protect myself." Harry argued. "If I'll really need though…" Harry showed the Wizard his ring.

Rosier nodded and left with Stan.

–MR–

Harry finished setting the table to see Miley appear with Mrs Malfoy.

"All good?" The girl nodded and approached to sit on the table. "Thank you, Mrs Malfoy."

"Nonsense, it's good to be able to give this kind of talk. Boys are so different than girls…"

Suddenly Harry had a picture of Draco getting the talk from his mother and had to hold in his laughter.

"Why is he still in dog form?" Rosier asked, pointing at Sirius who was sitting on the floor by Miley's side.

"Miley grounded him. No human form for a day." Harry put in, making the Death Eaters turn towards Harry wide-eyed. "He pranked the twins."

"And he's obeying?" Mrs Malfoy asked looking at her cousin surprised.

"What was it that Sirius said?" Stan asked. "Lady Malfoy have you even seen Harry's mother angry?" Mrs Malfoy nodded. "Even Sirius knows that a hormonal teenager-self of an Evans isn't a good idea to mess up with."

Harry glanced amused to the suddenly palling Death Eaters who understand the boy's meaning completely.

"I'm not as bad as Harry." Miley argued. "Even Papa knows not to mess with Harry after getting him riled up."

Harry had trouble controlling his laugh when the Death Eaters suddenly turned towards him wide-eyed.

"Never mess with an Evans." Stan put in. "You have no idea what other genes they have in them."

"Stop spooking the visitors, you three." Voldemort reprimanded as he entered the dining room. "Serena?"

"Godmummy Bunny hasn't arrived yet."

Voldemort sat and looked at the table with a frown.

"If Serena and Black aren't eating at the table… there's still three plates too many."

"No there aren't." Harry argued. "Like you said, Uncle. We have visitors."

"Oh no we…"

"Nonsense." Miley stood and grabbed Mrs Malfoy's hand and pulled her to the chair next to hers. "You sit with me."

"The Dark Lord…" Rodolphus Lestrange started uncertain.

"You still have a lot to work. Don't you?" Harry demanded and the Death Eaters nodded. "You can't work on an empty stomach. I don't know how Voldemort makes you work, but it's my fault for asking for help that you three are working here."

Harry sat on his chair by Voldemort's side and glanced at the man who didn't say a thing. Uncertain the two men sat by the table.

"We don't bite." Voldemort put in and as an answer Sirius barked, making the Death Eaters jump and Harry and the twins laugh. "If he bites he'll sleep outside."

(TBC)