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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 XXVI

–House-elves–

Monday, August 14 1995

HJP's POV

Harry arrived in his own bedroom and bed, as he stood to move to the bathroom for a shower he frowned. Was he in Lestrange Manor again? He looked around and then found Voldemort entering the room. The older nodded back.

"The Wards were updated as you were in Pethro and in the past. It's all right, you can relax."

"You left me on Pethro yesterday on purpose, didn't you?"

Voldemort looked back from the nightgown he was picking from the wardrobe and then back to it.

"When you went there I realized that it was That day." He agreed. "Get into the shower, I'll bring you a change of clothes and underwear."

Harry nodded and went into the bathroom. He was leaving the tub and started to dry himself when Tom entered the bathroom. Harry looked at him through foggy glassed.

"How can you resist but your past-self can't stop thinking about it?" He couldn't help but ask.

Voldemort scoffed and helped Harry to properly dry himself.

"I still want you if that is what you want to know. I just know I have to wait until you are in my own timeline." The older argued. "Besides, if you did it with both of us you would have no stamina left. Which with a pregnancy is the worst idea."

Harry snorted and looked up at the older, who smiled back.

"What did you do to Mr Malfoy when I wasn't looking?"

"To tell you the truth since we spent all night together doing it on and off, by morning I had totally forgotten Lucius and then, by the time I had remembered, it had passed too long."

Harry nodded and dressed himself as Voldemort dried his hair.

"So the trick to keep the known Dark Lord from cursing someone is to tire him out with massive amount of sex?" He asked smugly.

Voldemort scoffed.

"Don't even think about turning that into a norm." He retorted. When they finally moved into the bedroom and Harry started to feel his Tommy's magic lending: the other spoke again. "How did you manage to make my younger-self not realize the baby with the amount of Magic lending that I did?"

"Do you really wanna know?" Harry wondered as he laid down and stored his glassed to which Voldemort hummed affirmatively, while Harry heard him pull from a book or scroll or whatever he was going to read today. "I told past-Winky about the pregnancy since she couldn't transport me and she spent all of our night together holding you back."

Harry didn't need to see to know that Tom was gaping back.

"Smart thinking. Sometimes I lose control when I'm physically with you. This way you know that Winky will stop me from fully losing control."

"When I appeared in Pethro and called her, I knew I had to tell her. I didn't even need to tell her what I can or can't do, except for the magic teleportation."

"She was the Crouch Family's Nanny House-elf before you sent her to my younger-self. She was taught how to take care of a pregnant and children."

"And Madam Pomfrey taught her a lot of what to do during the day that she was prepared before I brought her to the past. I knew she was an alcoholic, but I hoped that having a child would be enough to help her retrain herself. I was right."

Voldemort hummed.

"That House-elf that she brought into your protection yesterday…?"

"Dobby." Immediately a pop was heard. "The free House-elf." Harry finished amused. "I'm sorry, Dobby. I wasn't calling you. Dobby is faithful to me because I helped him be fired from the Malfoys, but (like Winky at the time I hired her to work with your younger-self) he works at Hogwarts."

"What does a free House-elf entail?" Tom wondered.

"Dobby has free days and is paid." Dobby replied. "Dobby has no Master."

Tom hummed.

"How much does the old f…" Harry coughed pointedly, "Professor Dumbledore pays you and how many days off does he give you?" Tom amended himself.

"Dobby not work for You Know Who." Dobby argued.

"Dobby?" Harry called and, even though he couldn't see, knew the House-elf bowed to the floor at that. "This is my lover and the father of my child in my belly."

There's a long moment and then Dobby spoke.

"Harry Potter Sir in-love with You Know Who?"

"I'm in love with Tom Riddle, the man behind the mask that makes You Know Who himself." Harry agreed.

Dobby obviously thought over the matter.

"Dobby is paid 1G a week and has one day off per month." Dobby eventually replied.

"Professor Dumbledore tried to pay more but Dobby refused." Harry added.

"Very well." Tom agreed and Harry could tell that he just nodded. "Me and Harry can pay you the same, more or less – it just depends on your preference. I know you are faithful to Harry and we need someone like you right now. Winky isn't as young as she used to be. It's been sixty years for her since she last saw you and before that she had already raised Barty Crouch Jr."

"Dobby good House-elf. Not Nanny House-elf, but Dobby raised former Young Master." Dobby immediately offered.

Harry mentally thought that it explained a lot about Draco and how pampered he was.

"Actually I was thinking of Winky staying as the Nanny and you staying as the family one." Voldemort argued. "What do you say, Serpens?"

Harry nodded, closing his eyes and laying his head on the pillow. It wasn't like he could see them with being glassesless.

"Either way is fine by me. If you two don't mind I spent all night working out. Even if I'm a teenager with a massive libido I still need sleep."

"Of course, Master Harry Potter Sir. Dobby and Master Tom Riddle Sir stay quiet will." Dobby promptly agreed.

"Good dreams, Serpens." Tom supplied and Harry nodded as the blanket was pulled over him.

Harry was unsure if it was Tom or Dobby but had a feeling that the two would start to argue over who gets to be the one there for him.

–SYiaS–

Monday, August 14 1978

HJP's POV

Harry arrived the past to see Winky waiting for him with a massive smile.

"Hello, Winky, where's Tom?"

"Master was caught-up in raid and might take a while to clean up."

Harry passed a hand through his face.

Of course. Tom was already the You Know Who in this timeline…

"Winky believes that Master Serpens Black Sir would like to know that James Potter has graduated from school with EEs and Os, only one A. And Miss Lily Evans also had As, EEs and Os, and is at the moment thinking of following a Mastery in Potions."

Harry looked at Winky surprised and then smiled sadly.

"Thank you." He agreed and Winky nodded. "You know that you cannot stop Tom's attack on them, don't you?"

Winky's face saddened, before she nodded.

"Winky knows." She agreed. "Winky knows that what she remembers as past needs to happen and cannot be changed. Like Master's loss of body."

"Can you do me a favour?" He asked and Winky nodded at once. "4 Privet Drive, Surrey." Winky tilted her head confused. "That's my Muggles' home address. That's where I will be brought to. They won't feed me enough. Sometimes not even once. I will do house cleaning and house gardening. Please promise that you'll look over me during the time that Tom will lose his body without my younger-self's knowledge."

"Winky promises."

Harry nodded thankfully. He knew that sometimes he would manage to clean things way faster than he believed to be possible. When he had found out about magic, Harry had believed that his magic had helped him cleaning those places but now Harry suspected that in truthfulness it had been Winky who had joined him without his knowledge.

"In the summer of '92 Dobby will be going around my Muggles' home address, by then he can't find out you had been there."

"Winky will make sure Dobby won't see her." She agreed.

"And you also cannot interfere with my groundings from my relatives, as much as you want to. Even when my cousin is practicing Harry Hunting."

On that moment the portrait opened, the two looked to see Voldemort entering. The older male looked at the two and then he frowned.

"You were telling her something I cannot hear, weren't you?"

"I was telling her my relative's address and how much she could interfere without it becoming obvious that my younger-self has a Guardian Angel."

Tom nodded and turned towards Winky.

"Until the day that me and Lord Sirius told you to appear before Serpens you cannot make it obvious that he has someone watching over him. You can make food appear inside his room, but not enough that Young Serpens will suspect that something is off. You can guard him from his attackers, but only if he hasn't been sighted by his attackers first. You can help him with his cleaning and gardening, but only if you can tell that he was given so much that there's no way he can finish by himself and in a way that Young Serpens is so tired that he won't realize that someone did it for him." Tom ordered.

Harry watched as the order took effect over Winky, who immediately bowed to Tom before popping away.

"Tommy…"

"Either you enjoy it or not, if I don't word it as an order she will interfere."

Harry sighed and nodded.

"I'm sorry for asking her instead of you."

Tom frowned confused, before he smiled back sadly.

"I was raised to know better than to interfere with Time." He argued. "Don't worry. I know better than to demand. I could stop you from even being born if I would've know of the future. Your present. This way I only know enough to know that you will exist." Harry nodded sadly, only to narrow his eyes at seeing the other smile. "Although I'm glad."

"About what?"

"If you are giving Winky the talk now then that means that you are either already born or are about to be born. Considering that you claimed that both your parents entered Hogwarts at same time in '71 then they just graduated, which means that one of the couples is about to get pregnant." Voldemort approached and held Harry tight. "I won't have to wait that much longer for you."

Harry hummed and held onto the older's chest. He stayed quiet, knowing better than to reply to that.

–SYiaS–

Tuesday, August 15 1995

Returning to his own timeline, Harry accepted his glasses to find Voldemort being the one to give them.

"What?" He wondered.

"Today was the day we ordered Winky, wasn't it?" The older argued and Harry nodded. "I spent the next couple of years teaching Winky over how much she cannot interfere with your timeline even if she wants to. With her own timeline. How things she remembers as past makes them as set in stone. Makes them as future that she cannot change."

Harry nodded thankfully.

"It mustn't been easy for her."

"First thing I asked her when I realized who you were was how much she had interfered with those stones in time. She told me that she only once chastised herself. You had been grounded for turning a Muggle teacher's wing blue because the teacher had asked your name and you did not know it and so said Boy Freak. So she popped into your cupboard and as you cried she whispered your full name and birthdate over and over until you would know it by heart."

Harry gasped, putting a hand before his mouth as he suddenly realized exactly what had happened.

"She…"

"She disobeyed, although it was for a good reason. This knowledge was the real reason why I did not hold back on your Muggles." Voldemort supplied. "You did not even know your name!"

"I…" Harry hiccupped, only to realize he was crying. "I was the freak. I wasn't worthy enough to get a name."

Voldemort snarled and, in no time, Harry's face was grabbed and pulled into a massive kiss.

"At the least my Muggles called me by a name." The older snarled. "Do you want me to ask Antonin for a sleeping potion?"

"I cannot take them because of the pregnancy." Harry argued.

"You need to sleep." Voldemort retorted. "I just got you all worked up, what won't help you at calming down enough to fall asleep."

Harry stayed quiet and then forced Voldemort around and over himself, until he manoeuvred them into a laying position with Voldemort on the bed on his back and Harry over his chest. Harry took out his glasses that Voldemort grabbed and put on the bedside table.

"You can leave the bed when I manage to calm down enough to fall asleep."

Tom only hummed, not agreeing nor denying. If it was like last time (with Reggie's death where he was only meant to stay until Harry fell asleep) he would stay in bed the whole time.

(TBC)