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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 XXIII

–Pregnancy–

Monday, July 31 1995

HJP's POV

Harry arrived his timeline, only he wasn't in Lestrange Manor but at Tom's house in Isle of the Blessed. What in the…

He picked his two-way-mirror and sat on a couch as he got ready to warn the others. Only to see a portrait over the fireplace. He stood and approached to find a portrait of himself during the Black ball alongside Tom and Regulus. Why would've Tom have a portrait with Regulus at his home? He started looking around until he found more and more hand-drawn portraits of Harry hidden in a commode. Eventually he found one from Harry's last meeting with Regulus. From Regulus' point of view. Harry saw himself from Regulus' point of view. How he was. How he looked. How he was wanted but untouchable. Harry saw it all in one single drawing.

He looked around the house.

This wasn't Tom's place. This was the house that Regulus had left to Serpens and that Tom in his jealously had changed until it was more to his liking. How Tom had hidden all the portraits away, except the one where he was in as well.

Harry passed a hand through his hair. Only to feel his two-way-mirror starting to heat up. He picked it to find Voldemort on the other side, worried.

{I'm fine. Still in the Isle of the Blessed house. Magic must consider this my house and didn't send me to Lestrange Manor instead.}

Voldemort nodded relieved.

{I'll go pick you up.} He agreed.

{Is it true?} Harry interrupted and Voldemort raised a brow. {Did you actually move into the house that Regulus lived in? And then dared to make a scene because he had left it to me?}

{You found the drawings.} Voldemort groaned.

{Of course I found them!}

{On the bottom drawer. Open it.} Harry frowned, but obeyed to find small boxes with gifts. Like twenty of them. {I said that he died buying you a gift. He never gave them to me to give you. He always kept them. Regulus died for something he knew he would never deliver. If it makes you happy I added the last one to the mix. It's the one all messed up. Call me when you are ready to return.} Voldemort argued and hung-up.

Shaking, Harry sat down on the floor and picked the last box. He opened – not commenting on the fact that Tom had already obviously looked through it – to find a muggle baby onesie with a snake and a lynx printed on the belly, one with red eyes and the other green. Harry started looking through the gifts and realized that since the year where they had asked for his help that they were all baby related and before that they were jewellery with both snakes and lynxes. Until he found a letter at the bottom.

Hello, Sissy

If you are reading this is because I'm gone. Don't cry for me, I made my own bed.

As I'm sure you must have realized I bought you a lot of children belongings that are supposed to be preserved in time until your own timeline – because even if none of you ever told me, I know that you are a time-traveller.

Already in my own time it is rare so I don't believe that your timeline's parents would tell you but when two magical people love each other and trust each other unconditionally – two males and two females that is – Magic grants them a gift. When I met you that day to teach your Tommyboy how to proper prepare you? I knew.

I made certain to teach Tom that malepregnancy exists decades ago, but from the way I saw you holding Walburga's belly the other week I guess you haven't realized the way you shine and the way your magic swoons.

If I am right and you don't know yet, then my apologies for telling you through a letter instead of personally. And congrats.

This was the house I bought for you and Tom. It has the possibility for two children's bedroom (Harry hiccupped) and who knows the guest room can turn into a third?

It is greatly situated. No Muggles can enter this town and there's even a school for under 11 at the top of the town where the old altar is situated. Where Merlin's body is laid down. It's a safe and protected area for raising a child, even during the Wizardry War.

If Tom misbehaves, remind him that this is also for him.

From your friend

Reggie

Ps: Walburga and Orion already are talking over naming a future child after me for reasons unknown to me (maybe they want for me to leave them my own wealth?), so no need for you to repeat the do – although I'd love to see Tom's face each time little Reggie would be called.

Harry scoffed, then groaned and then he was fully-on crying. He picked his two-way-mirror and called Voldemort.

{I'm not going there just for you to hi…}

{Stop being an ass and come hug me!}

Voldemort's lips thinned and then the man disappeared to be replaced by Harry's face. Didn't take long for Harry to hear him enter the house and approach him.

"Serpens…"

"Did you see this?" Harry asked and showed the letter, to which Voldemort shook his head. "Read it."

Unwillingly, Voldemort took the letter and started reading it from his standing position. Halfway he froze and then looked down at the gifts all around Harry that he was holding tight to his belly.

"You're…"

"He believes so." Harry agreed. "Even Madam Bones told me to be careful, but I thought she meant something like AIDs…"

Voldemort fell on his knees and pulled Harry into a tight hug. Harry felt Voldemort's magic evolving him – at first tentatively – until it found whatever it was it wanted. Both leaned back and looked down at Harry's belly as they felt the knot of magic stuck there. The future baby's location.

"I know this is a hard thing to ask of you. But my younger-self can't find out, not even a hint."

Harry stared up at the older wide-eyed.

"But…"

"I just found out."

Which meant his younger-self would never know.

Harry's eyes watered and nodded, leaning into Voldemort's chest who hugged him close.

"You know… when you said children a while ago, I had thought something along the lines of adoption and when I'd graduate from school."

Voldemort scoffed against Harry's ear.

"Me as well." He agreed, before adding. "We are not calling the child Reggie! And no amount of screaming from you will make me change my mind."

Harry snorted and Voldemort pulled him at arm's length as if to tell him he was serious, when he frowned and stood, taking his wand out.

"What is it?"

"Last night was cake night, correct?"

"Yes, why?"

"Next night you tell me that for some reason you don't travel back to your place when in this house – which I had forgotten was today – so we move… I haven't set foot in here since then."

Harry frowned and looked behind himself at what Tom was pointing his wand at, to find a dead himself. Boggart.

"Want me to focus its attention on me to be easier on you?" He asked and didn't need Voldemort to answer, the pained expression was enough.

He stood and stepped between the two, immediately his dead-self turned into a Dementor that Voldemort immediately took out.

"Dementor?" Voldemort asked confused.

"I can hear my parent's voice when they come near. I had to learn Patronus Spell at 13 because the Dementors love me and even try to give me the Kiss without permission from the Ministry of Magic."

Voldemort hummed.

"Let's go. I'll send my Men to collect your gifts and to take care of all Creatures that this house has gathered since I closed it off." Harry nodded thankfully. "And, Harry?" It took Harry a full minute to realize Voldemort was talking to him and turned towards the older surprised. "Happy birthday."

Harry blushed and nodded.

"Why 'Harry'?"

"I may be more used to think of my lover as Serpens, but Harry is your biological name. You are both."

Harry stared at the older for a real long time, before he groaned.

"Sirius Junior talked with you, didn't he?"

Voldemort smirked.

"He did."

Harry groaned louder.

"I'm going to kill him!"

Voldemort laughed and took hold of Harry, before turning the fire in the fireplace and throwing floopowder inside magically.

{Lestrange Manor. Lord's office. Heir Lestrange coming forth.}

The fire turned green and grew, before Voldemort stepped inside with Harry. Lord Jeremiah waited for them confused.

"My Lord, you know that the floo is being tracked and…"

"My Harry is expecting."

Lord Jeremiah frowned and then his eyes grew.

"Warn my Lord's younger-self that you can't apparate from now on." He warned Harry who nodded.

"Won't Tom ask why?"

"I did, but you had a healer document to prove to me how the amount of time-travel teleportation plus the apparation are interfering with your Magical Core." Voldemort explained. "And I trusted Antonin Dolohov's word."

"Why would've you?"

"He is part of the Knights like me." Lord Jeremiah put in. "My Lord, Antonin most likely will do that document at your orders. And with the incoming child, it is wise for him to move in and keep an eye on Heir Harry. He does teleportation twice a day that most people would consider unwise and that can't be stopped."

Voldemort nodded at Lord Jeremiah and leaned his head down to kiss Harry on the lips, before he left the room.

"Do you know someone in the floo-connection department?" Harry wondered as soon Voldemort disappeared. "Or do we claim that I was sleeping at my lover's place?"

Lord Jeremiah smiled amused.

"Albert Runcorn." He agreed. "And if we are too late, then we'll take that road." Harry raised an eyebrow. "Like I've told you before, you two sound too much alike."

Harry blushed.

"Well it's good to know that I taught Tom some things and not just the will to be immortal and the hate for Muggles. Which I still groan at the reminder that his hate is all my fault."

Lord Jeremiah smiled sadly and approached his desktop, picking a wrapped gift box. Harry accepted it shyly.

"Happy birthday and congratulations."

Harry nodded and unwrapped the box, before opening it to find a dark-red leather cloth. He looked up confused and set down the box on the desktop to take the cloth out, only for it to grow as it left the small box and turn into a duffel, Harry frowned and looked at the box to find more cloth, he took it out for it to turn into a satchel as in the same kit as the duffel. Lord Jeremiah approached and took the last one which was a wallet.

"Wha…?"

"A three-piece travel set." Lord Jeremiah explained and showed the crest on the side.

Harry looked at his ring. It was the same.

"That is Tom's…"

"Your shared family legacy. Peverell comes from both of you from what Sirius III told me. My Lord has the ring and you have the cloak."

Harry nodded.

"Thank you. But will I really need it? I mean… a magical school and I believe that the less magic I do…"

"You can still do theory."

Harry nodded and followed Lord Jeremiah out the office.

"But will Tom let me go?" He argued and Lord Jeremiah glanced back, both knowing that there was no way to answer that answer without it being negatively.

"You are still 15 and…"

"In the Order's headquarters." Harry put in.

Lord Jeremiah nodded as he thought over it. Hedwig showed up and stated beaking on Harry's hair.

"What is it doing?"

"I went missing." Harry put in and Hedwig hooted angrily. "Yes, I know. I'm here now."

Hedwig gave her version of a huff and then offered her paw where a letter and gift had been wrapped up.

"Gifts at midnight?" Lord Jeremiah asked.

"And Hedwig is mad because I made her miss the mark." Harry agreed as he took his gift and letter. "Go to Winky, she'll feed you a mouse."

Hedwig took flight and Winky popped in with the specified animal that the owl grabbed with her claws before she flew to the Owlery. Harry nodded thankfully at Winky and then opened Hermione's letter as Lord Jeremiah took the box. Harry ignored the man's obvious check-up for any curses on both letter and gift.

"If you want you can invite your friend over for lunch. You'd need to wake earlier, but if we do it right, you'd be alone by sunset."

Harry looked at Hermione's letter and then nodded.

"I'll see if Hedwig can send her a letter." He agreed. "Can I invite the Weasleys and Neville as well?"

Lord Jeremiah nodded and Harry walked towards the Owlery with Winky by his side who popped in the objects for him to write the letter.

"Master Serpens Sir."

"I need you to deliver it to Hermione by hand and the same for the twins and Neville." Harry argued and Winky nodded. Harry entered his bedroom and started writing on the desktop he had in there. "Please check where exactly Hermione is staying at." He added before giving her the three letters.

Winky accepted them and popped away. Harry bit his bottom lip and let Nagini climb his chair and start to surround him with her body.

–You look troubled, Silly Master. Even more than when you storm at Master.–

–One of my friends is staying under Professor Dumbledore's hand and is being manipulated against me because of me moving in with the Lestranges.–

Nagini licked a lone tear that fell down Harry's face and Harry wondered if all his crying could be blamed on the pregnancy. Winky popped in.

"Mister and Mister Weasley said they'd be here and would bring Miss Save the House-elves." Harry nodded, snorting at Hermione's title. "She is staying with the Weasleys at their place."

"And Neville?"

Winky popped away and Nagini moved her head by the side, while her massive body still hugged Harry. When she returned her head, it had a paper napkin on the corner of her mouth that she gave him. Harry smiled thankfully and whipped his nose.

–Where's Master? Silly Master needs to accept his apologies and…–

–I'm with child. Hatchling.– Nagini looked back in a snake-version of confusion and then her body moved for her head to reach Harry's stomach, her tongue coming out as her snake-version of sniffing him. –Tom went to fetch me a Healer. To take care of me.–

–Hatchling Master in Silly Master.– Nagini put in as she tried to understand the concept. –Like seahorses.– Harry snorted but nodded. –Silly Master needs to tell Master not to be too rough with Silly Master. Bad for human hatchlings in bellies.–

Harry nodded and Winky popped in.

"Mister Longbottom has accepted as well after fully awaking from sleep."

Harry felt pity for Neville, Winky must have been quite insistent.

"Warn the Lestranges." He agreed and Winky popped out. –Thank you for the warning, Nagini. I will tell him.–

–Naptime, Silly Master. Master will wake Silly Master in time for friends to come.–

Harry let Nagini leave him, to be able to stand. Then the two moved from the desktop into the bed.

He had the feeling of just had fallen asleep when Tom woke him up soothingly.

"Already?" He whispered.

"Antonin wants to check you before you move back and if you'll have visits it has to be now." Voldemort agreed apologetically. "Want me to leave?"

"Of course not, you Idiot!" Harry snapped as he stood, which made Nagini snicker. "It's your child that I'm carrying, of course I want you there during the check-up."

Tom rolled his eyes amused.

"I meant when your friends are over. Jeremy told me that Andromeda and Nymphadora will be coming as well."

"Nymphadora?"

"Andromeda's daughter." Voldemort put it. "An Auror and a member of the Order."

Harry groaned.

"How can I ask you to stay and yet how are you even suggesting going?"

"Lucius and Narcissa, Andromeda's younger sister, have already agreed to come with their son Draco for your party. It won't be like you'll be alone with an Order of the Phoenix's member."

Harry frowned confused.

"Wait a second… I'm adopted by the Lestranges" Tom nodded with a raised eyebrow, "which means that their firstborn is my half-brother or something."

"Indeed." Tom agreed.

"Didn't Rodolphus wed Bellatrix? Narcissa's sister?"

"And Andromeda's twin sister. Identical." Voldemort finished. "Yes, you are technically Draco's adopted-uncle-in-law."

Harry scoffed and looked down at his clothes, to realize he hadn't even changed.

"I should shower first." He argued shyly. "I… I still have leftovers."

"You didn't shower before going to bed?"

"I'm still in last night clothes." Harry argued pointedly.

Voldemort looked down and then huffed.

"I'll let Antonin to be the one scolding you because you won't listen to me." He argued, before he walked towards the bedroom door and let a man inside. "He is still with last night activities unwashed and last night clothes, Antonin."

Harry blushed at the way Tom threw the Healer at him as if payback. The old Healer approached Harry amused.

"Then you are the famous Serpens we hear so much about." Harry nodded. "My Lord, we'll need for Nagini to leave the bed or to give enough space for Heir Serpens to lay down." The Healer added towards Voldemort, who immediately repeated in Parseltongue. "And please undress until your trousers, Sire. This check-up will be tricky considering how forbidden it is to touch you." Was added quiet enough for Voldemort not to hear.

Harry snorted and undressed his robe and shirt before laying down on the mattress.

"Last time a Healer checked him up he had Aurors hold Harry down to the point Harry's magic blasted all of them away, Antonin."

The old Healer nodded as he took in Harry's amount of scars.

"I've read the interview." He agreed. "I just didn't know it was about Sire Serpens." He added towards Harry's lover, before he finally started talking to Harry. "Nightmares?"

"I took a dreamless potion on the sunset where Tom regained his body. That was the first-time I moved back in time. I woke up in the past on the orphanage's nursery with only 6-month-old Tom as my companion."

"It must have interfered with whatever spell he was hit with while running from us." Voldemort agreed and Antonin nodded at his Lord.

"Past-time Tom was my defence mechanism to avoid the nightmares. He kept them away. I knew I shouldn't let a child become my inability to face my problems, but I needed him."

Healer Antonin nodded.

"The simple fact that you know that it is not a solution already shows that you have more strength than many adults that enter my office in the hospital." The older explained. "Who healed you?"

"Lord Sirius II." Harry put in. "After my relatives beating… Tom offed them even if he tries to pretend not-to before me."

"When Jeremy adopted you, correct?" Harry nodded. "Very well, they are good enough healed and won't interfere, but I'll check my co-worker paperwork to see until where he saw the damage supposedly be. Let's do a foetus and Magical Core check-up today and tomorrow I'll do a more thorough check-up. To give you time for a shower before lunch."

"Thank you."

"No apparations and no portkeys." The man added sternly and Harry nodded. "Normally we allow portkeys to pregnant, but you already perform time-travel twice a day so let's not over-stimulate your Magical Core more than it already is being."

Then the Healer picked his wand and pointed at Harry's belly. A light like astral projection started forming but created with magic itself of a multitude of small balls together like one inside a small-like membrane.

"Is that…?" Tom started to ask.

"Yes. The good part is that we caught it early on in the pregnancy. You said you felt it by the stomach location?" The Healer asked while looking back at Voldemort, who nodded as he stared at their growing not yet a foetus baby. "It is still moving to its position. Hopefully it won't get stuck there with all the magic jumps."

The astral projection returned inside and the man picked a parchment.

"What do you need to know?" Voldemort asked, approaching Harry to hold his hand when Harry offered it.

"Do you know when it was that this…?"

"July 13 '46." Both Harry and Tom replied at the same time, making the Healer look back at the way they said exactly at the same time.

"It was the first-time." Tom put in. "Also when my Serpens' mood swings started. Which I've been taught starts right after because, unlike females, men don't usually have those type of hormones in that many quantities running in their systems."

"A fortnight ago." Healer Antonin looked up at Harry, before he nodded. "Matches the size of the foetus." He agreed. "My Lord, which day of the month is Sire Serpens supposed to show before you this year?"

"August 31." Tom supplied. "A whole month to go."

Harry groaned at what it really meant, letting his head fall back onto the pillow. Three decades to go…

–SYiaS–

Friday, July 31 1964

Tom smiled back when Harry arrived.

"Are you alright?"

"There was a meeting. Barely was able to sleep. Which, before I forget, I can't be in here where we live."

"Why not?"

"I don't show up at my home."

Tom's eyes grew and then snorted.

"How long more do you believe we have to wait?"

Harry stayed quiet as he thought about it.

"First you need to stop pretending to still look like this." He finally agreed.

Tom stayed quiet for a long time and then the glamours started falling and he started turning into Voldemort, although he still had lips and normal nose.

"You already knew?"

"I told you already that I've met your older-self." Harry agreed, while looking at a Voldemort who was still not fully Voldemort. There were still two Horcrux to go to fully disfigure him. "And he doesn't go by Tom Riddle."

Tom nodded.

"Lord Voldemort."

"You'll always be my Tommy to me." Harry argued and Tom rolled his eyes.

"And you'll always be the only one allowed to call me by those blasphemy names."

Harry grinned and pulled Tom down into a kiss. When Tom started to get too touchy he remembered the check-up earlier. Harry leaned back, making Tom groan only to frown at the scroll being offered.

"I can't apparate or portkey."

Tom frowned and opened the scroll, reading the inside.

"Because of the constants time-travelling." Harry nodded and Tom smiled back. "Today is going to turn tricky on the moving from here without apparating or portkeying you."

"Floo?" Harry wondered and Tom hummed as he thought about where to bring Harry to.

Harry looked at the commode where his gifts were and then at Tom as he ordered Winky the full lockdown, then he picked Harry and entered the floo just like his future-self did and left at a private quarters in Slytherin colours. Harry looked around in silence as Tom left to go warn whoever was the owner of this location.

–SYiaS–

Tuesday, August 1 1995

Harry felt himself appear in Tom's quarters in Lestrange Manor. Voldemort sat up from his bed confused, only to then scoff.

"Your magic is starting to misbehave and that's why you are not returning to your real places."

Harry scoffed and approached the other in the bed, laying down.

"At the least I'm in Lestrange Manor." He argued and let Tom pull him close into his arms, the man's magic starting to be leant. "So tired!"

"You barely slept yesterday." Voldemort agreed. "Sleep, I'll do my best to return your Magical Core to normal levels."

"Youw fauwt." Harry mumbled and Tom hummed amused before Harry blacked out.

(TBC)