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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


Epilogue

Thursday, August 31 1995

LV's POV

Voldemort was setting up his backpack he'd once bought decades ago to hold his Serpens' belongings when he saw a Phoenix show before him out of a sudden fire. His eyes narrowed but allowed the letter to be delivered before the Phoenix left.

No waiting for a reply then.

He walked into his office and sat down to read the Old Fool's letter when suddenly he heard the wall clock ring and he knew that the sun had just set, immediately followed by his lover and his adoptive mother to pop before him, much to his amusement.

"Dinner will be set shortly, my Lord." Alexa put in and Voldemort nodded, before the woman left with the shy Harry at being caught crying.

The known Dark Lord waited for the two to leave and close the door, before he narrowed his eyes and returned his attention to the letter.

Tom,

If you think you can manipulate Harry with your son's fake shows of love like you did with Serpens Black then you are fairly mistaken. Young Black will not be welcomed at Hogwarts and do not even think about sending him in the first place. You will regret it!

Voldemort scoffed and was about to burn the parchment, when it was snatched from his hand. He looked up at who would dare to do so, only to find his lover. His Serpens read it, sneered and actually stored in his own pockets.

"Come, dinner's set."

"Harry…"

Harry grinned back and then whistled, much to Voldemort's confusion. The teenager's owl flew inside the office and stopped on a corner of the desktop as the teenager stole a quill, opened a green ink bottle and quickly wrote on a spare parchment. Finally, he gave it back so Voldemort could double check for typos.

School Board,

My husband and lover, Lord Tom Peverell, just received the adjoined letter from someone with a Phoenix. I believe that my son, Thanatos Black-Peverell, has made it clear that I will not accept prejudice to happen against either my son or my future son-in-law. I already had to listen to this Professor's prejudice against my husband when he was a student, I won't stand still if he dares to do the same five decades later.

If needed I will have Heir Potter taken from Hogwarts School and will go to Rita Skeeter herself about this. She will write it even if the Minister of Magic attempts to keep it quiet. Even if we have to print in all newspapers and magazines all over the world because England won't post it. If it will come to that, do know that it won't just be my family leaving Hogwarts. My husband knows plenty of Pureblood Lords whose Heirs are at Hogwarts at the moment and I know for a fact that if they suspect of the prejudice from a certain Professor that they will also take their Heirs from the School.

Best regards

Lord Serpens L. Black

Voldemort looked up at his lover surprised, who picked the parchment back, folded it with Dumblefool's letter in the middle, burnt wax and let it drop on the middle of the parchment over the folder to show it was closed and then took out the ring Voldemort had gifted him and used it as a stamp. When he was done Serpens delivered it to his owl.

"Be as fast as you can Hedwig."

The owl hooted and then took flight.

"Serpens…"

The other smirked back.

"Dinner." The other argued in an it's final tone and turned around, leaving the office.

Voldemort swallowed in dry, his libido suddenly skies high. His lover was so sleeping with him this night… he didn't care that next morning they would have to spend a whole day in a train, Serpens would ride him tonight!

The End!


I'll see you in the next installation of this fic, I'll share you a link when it is ready.

~Isys