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"Talking"

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–Parseltongue–

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Chapter VIII

–Too Affectionate–

Thursday, 2 October 1975

AMM's POV

"You were going to leave the DA?" Tom hissed as soon as the two were left alone.

Harry nodded, standing and stretching. He couldn't understand how Tom could stay so many hours in the throne without side-effects.

"The Light had lost. You're going to become Minister most likely and there was no reason the keep the Drays." Harry moaned as his back cracked. "Much better." He turned to face his fiancé only see he had stood and was looking at him with lust eyes. "Voldemort?"

"You want war?" The Wizard asked, grabbing his wand.

Harry started walking sideways around the Meeting Hall facing Voldemort always, who faced him in return. Harry grabbed his wand as well.

"Yes."

"I thought you wanted me to stop it."

Harry nodded, agreeing. It was amusing at the Wizard's control had completely disappeared.

"I do."

"Then why are you happy?"

"No war means no Drey and no Drey means no fighting… I'm that messed-up that apparently I need it to live."

Voldemort smirked and a shiver went down Harry's back.

"Take your wand." The older ordered and Harry showed his wand with a raised eyebrow. "Your other wand. If we are doing this then we'll doing this right… at our best."

Harry looked down at his arm and then towards Voldemort, who nodded. Harry picked Dumbledore's wand, one wand on each hand.

"You do know that if I'll use this wand…?"

"I'm perfectly aware, I also know you've been holding back. I want you to stop doing it and to show all you can do." Voldemort agreed, to which Harry frowned and opened his mouth to argue. "When the Council gives the attack order nothing but our best will keep us from being killed." The older smirked, a grin full of blood lust that would've made anyone else shiver in dear. "And since we don't intend on dying or wining this war any sooner, we need to learn to control our magic… all of it."

"It's still the Wand. It already gives me a huge disadvantage." Harry argued.

"Have you ever used it?"

"Once… to repair my wand."

Voldemort laughed, stopping walking. Harry stopped as well, facing the other.

"A simple Reparo Spell is nothing compared to what we are about to do. For once you will be forcing yourself to use your left hand at same time as right." Voldemort looked at Harry's hands. "What I have to admit was a good trick that the Aurors forced you to learn." The man added in a serious tone. "Besides, if it is more powerful it also requires more magic. I want you to concentrate your protection on your Phoenix wand and your attacks on your Thestral wand."

Harry glanced at his wands, before putting himself in position.

"I'm going to overuse my Magical Core, aren't I?"

"Until you get used to it, yes." Voldemort agreed and Harry heard the door behind him open. "Don't hold back. Light, Grey, Dark, whatever in your repertoire… not the AK or course."

Harry nodded as he heard steps and before he knew both DA and Death Eaters had surrounded the two of them, leaning against the walls to give them space.

"Frog?" Harry called and the DA in question stepped forward from behind Voldemort. "Have potions ready."

"Are you two that eager to off each other?" Octopus' voice inquired from behind Harry.

"No. We're practicing. In war there is no holding back." Voldemort argued.

"So I either learn to control both my wands without passing out in a battle… or we can deliver UK to the Council in a golden dish with a cherry on top."

There was a murmur between the men and women as Frog left the room. Harry started to raise his Elder Wand, only for Voldemort to do the first attack. Harry had already been expecting it though and his holy wand rose a protection ward. A simple spell but effective. Voldemort narrowed his eyes at Harry's hold back..

"Sure hope you guys are good at protections." Harry put in before attacking.

Voldemort did not hold back, forcing Harry into defence. Spell after spell, every time more darker and more deadly than before. Harry could barely protect himself, even less use the Elder Wand.

"Stop holding back!"

"I'm trying…"

"Crusta!"

Harry tensed and before he thought, he raised his Elder Wand to protect himself with a simple Protego. Voldemort stopped and so did Harry at the simple spell but powerful enough to shine the whole room. Harry could hear everyone gasping. Voldemort smirked.

"So you do remember you have two wands…"

Harry undid the protection spell and found he was gasping for air. Damn, Voldemort was right. This simple spell asked a lot more out of him than an Infrigo did of his holy wand. Harry smirked.

"Again."

He didn't care he sounded power hungry. As much as he was ready to die in a battle, he would never die without a fight… and the Elder Wand could be powerful, but also required a lot of magic and power that now Harry didn't master. He had never exercised all of his Core. He knew he was more powerful than the average Wizard but he refused to use all of it. Harry reflected Voldemort with his holy wand, trying to let his Core rebuilt and suddenly he jumped down onto the floor and rolled, only to jump back up and strike. Gasping for air for a simple Bombarda that left his Elder Wand Harry found Dog with his wand in hand.

"If you want to do this, Mate, you need to do it like in the trainings we had at the Colonies." The ginger argued behind his dog mask and robe.

Harry nodded.

"I know. It war Wizards won't stop from attacking you from behind because of morals like we, Grey, do." Harry turned towards Voldemort, who nodded.

"You heard them, sudden attacks from behind, side and front. To both of us."

"Beware that if you strike you need to be ready to deflect a spell because as you can see I can't control my response back." Harry added and all Death Eaters and DA nodded. "If you can't hold back Dark spells, avoid using them. My reaction tends to be depending of the curse used… I do not speak for the Dark Lord's reactions though."

A shiver run down through the men and women, as they nodded and took hold of their own wands. Harry faced Voldemort again. To fight each other was already a difficult thing for Harry, since any spell from the Elder Wand attacked his own Core, but now both of them would have to deal with direct attacks from by-passers. Harry couldn't help but grin. Why hadn't they done this before?

"Only spell forbidden is AK." Voldemort stated loud and clear. "Frog and everyone with a basic healing degree will hold back as you will most likely be needed by the end of the practice, but do keep wands in ready for any stray spells."

"Yes, my Lord." The entire room agreed.

–PF–

LV's POV

"I can walk…" Aiden argued.

Voldemort looked ahead to see Fenrir approach Aiden, pull him over his shoulder and start to carry him out the Meeting Room. When any Death Eater or DA dared to come over to help, the Werewolf growled low on his chest in a threatening manner. Voldemort didn't try to stop them, sitting on his throne as Frog took care of a wound on his shoulder. Aiden had caught him on a double fire, a hex from both Death Eater, Drey Army and Aiden. Voldemort managed to defend himself from the two Wizards but his Pet had been too quick and too much for him. Ronald was right, they needed to learn and get used to this… Voldemort wasn't used to be side-attacked, used to fight against moral people. It could cost him dearly in the future.

"Why was he gasping for dear breath after each right spell?" Frog asked.

"Powerful wand, takes more of his Magical Core than he is used to. He'll need to learn how to control it though."

Frog hummed and offered Voldemort a flask. Voldemort took it and drank the potion, before Frog helped him put the robes back on.

"I'll tell his Alpha to him in a practice regime from now on… he'll need to practice both body as well as wand."

Voldemort nodded, returning the flask and moved his shoulder, slowly.

"How much damage was there?"

"Superficial, barely got to your meat."

Voldemort frowned.

"Mars is more powerful than that. He does need to learn to control it."

"Well. It's a good thing or you would've lost the touch of your right arm. One more inch and there would be nothing I could do for it." Voldemort limited to stand, not deeming the Healer a reply. In war there were casualties and the same for practices. Neither of his curses had been Light, but both he and Aiden knew that they couldn't hold back. "If I tell you to let someone apparate you home, will you listen?" Frog asked instead.

"You know me better than that." Voldemort argued and Neville huffed, before stomping away while grumbling about bloody Dark Lords and their prides. "Jeremy." Voldemort called and the Death Eater approached, standing by his side but still a foot away.

The two waited for everyone to leave, before Voldemort finally nodded. Jeremiah approached immediately to let Voldemort lean against him.

"That was too sudden for someone who had just had a back down of Magic." His old classmate pointed out.

Voldemort stayed quiet and Jeremiah didn't say anything else, helped him to the Apparation Room before he side-apparated them.

–PF–

Friday, 3 October 1975

PMC's POV

He wondered if he was doing the right thing, but he had to be certain. He had to meet the Young Wizard. The Professor who the Council had claimed to be the source of the problem, apparently he came from the British Colony Belize. Honestly, just because he was a Colonist from British land known Colony during the time the colony started to fight it's independence. Most likely the Young Wizard didn't even knew that Belize had changed names since he came to Britain in '71 it was still called British Honduras.

He gasped at feeling something fall on his shoulder, looking at the source he couldn't help but smile. His Familiar, that he had caught at the tender age of 11, had just flown from the floor onto his shoulder scared shitless of their new environment.

"Não te preocupes, está tudo bem.[IS1] "

A cheep was all he got in return, making him laugh. 60 years since they've first met and his Familiar was still as scaredy-cat as when they'd first met.

–PF–

AMM's POV

Harry stopped mid-speech during his afternoon six-year class when a knock was heard in the whole classroom. He glanced at the entered classroom students, wondered who had gotten a call to the Headmaster and all of them gulped. Finally, he signalled a student to go open the door. The Gryffindor girl stood, being in the back of the room and closest to the door, and opened the door.

"Yes?"

Harry frowned as Filch entered the classroom, his cat Mrs Norris in his arms that was hissing like crazy, and approached Harry at the front of the classroom. Harry didn't even give the Squib much thought, looking at the man behind him to who Mrs Norris was hissing. Damn, was that man tanned! Was that even legal?

"I'm sorry, Professor. But this Wizard insists on speaking with you as swift as possible." Mr Filch whispered on his ear.

Harry nodded and Mr Filch left the room, forcing his cat to stay on his arms for the first-time in his life.

"Do come in." Harry signalled the old man, who bowed his head and entered. "Is it important? As you can see I'm in the middle of class."

The man looked at the students and then at Harry.

"Do you mind speak slow so I can accompany what you say?" A foreign accent questioned.

Harry tensed. An outsider. Maybe from the Council?

"Language?" He asked slowly.

"Português… Sorry, Portuguese. Mas… Spanish?"

Harry nodded and turned towards the classroom.

"Prewett." Immediately two students stood. "I only need one of you." The shared looks before one sat down. "Go to Professor Slytherin and tell him I need a Spanish translator."

The boy nodded and left. Harry offered the Professor's seat and the man nodded. Only then Harry noticed that the animal that was on his shoulder wasn't a doll, but an actual living being. Suddenly it made sense Mrs Norris hissing. The man noticed his look, picked his pet and put it on his lap.

"Gambuzino." He offered and, at Harry's raised eyebrow, pointed to the animal that he then put on the professor's desk. "Gambuzino. Portuguese animal mágico."

Harry nodded thankfully before turning towards his students.

"You hear the man, it's not every day you get the honour of meeting a Portuguese Magical Creature." He barked.

The students stood and in-line approached the strange creature. One by one looking at it and at a nod from the man, everyone petted it. It didn't take long for Tom to arrive with Prewett, who joined the line. Tom approached with a raised eyebrow.

–Portuguese. Speaks Spanish and very few words of English… he wants to meet me though.– Tom looked at the Creature. –According to him is a Magical Creature from Portugal, he called it a Gambuzino.–

Tom nodded.

"When all of you finish meeting the Gambuzino, you will go to the library and will do a full research on the Creature. Can be in pairs and the best group will get a bonus." Tom stated and immediately the students packed and left. Tom turned towards the stranger. "Buenas tardes, yo soy Profesor Slytherin. ¿Mi novio dicho que deseado le conocer?"

Harry looked at Tom, wide-eyed. Honestly, how many languages did the other speak?

"Si. Yo soy ministro Cunha. Le Ministro Mágico de Portugal." The man spoke back.

Tom turned towards Harry.

"Portuguese Minister of Magic Cunha." He translated and Harry's eyes grew. The Minister of Magic from another country had come to him? A look at Tom's eyes told him the other thought the same. Tom returned to the man and spoke with him in the foreign language. Harry sat on a student table as the two spoke. Finally Tom turned towards Harry. "He heard about you, about how you are discriminated because you're a Colonist and how so much is expected of you even though your tender age."

Harry choked at the last part.

"I'm not Young!" That only made Tom snort who quickly said something to the Minister who also smiled. "I'm not!"

"Sure, sure, my Pet! Whatever you say." Tom placated and made a move to pet Harry's head what only made Harry hiss at him.

"«Pet»?"

"Animal de compañía. Inglés nombre afectivo de amantes."

Harry snarled angrily at Tom. Not knowing what he said, but just knowing he'd just been insulted… again. Tom smiled and grabbed his hand in an affectionately way. Tom was never like that. Harry glanced at the Portuguese Minister who had followed the movement with avid attention. Harry didn't like to be used like this. Tom was anything but an affectionate person. Even so: he was making a show for this man… Harry didn't like it, still he had no option but accept. A World War was about to start, any continent they'll win over would be welcomed.

Harry glanced at Tom who smiled back. Yep! Harry definitely hated this side of Tom.

–PF–

RCL's POV

Rodolphus watched as his friend Aiden arrived his own house and all but left his two children on his Alpha waiting arms before storming down the corridor towards Rodolphus, completely and utterly avoiding the Dark Lord who was following him amused. Rodolphus raised an eyebrow as Aiden grabbed his wrist and pulled him down the corridor. Merlin, was the Wizard angry…

"Do I want to know what happened?"

"Tom is sleeping on the couch for the rest of the month." Aiden retorted.

Rodolphus smartly stayed quiet. If Aiden had balls to put the Dark Lord on the couch, then the older Wizard had really pissed off the younger one. Whatever the reason was, Rodolphus should not, in any way, find out about it. Aiden pulled him to the apparating room and let Rodolphus apparate them out.

–PF–

LV's POV

"What did you do this time around?"

Voldemort glanced at Fenrir, as the Werewolves took his children out the Riddle Manor to the Grounds.

"I believe his words were… «I was 'too' affectionate»." Voldemort replied and the Werewolf's eyes grew in realization what it meant. "But then again, a month ago he would complain if I wasn't."

Voldemort entered the office and sat behind his desk. Fenrir chuckled from the doorway.

"The next few months will prove quite entertaining." The Werewolf Alpha pointed out, before leaving Voldemort alone to his paperwork.

Voldemort glanced up to the closed door. Fenrir was right of course. To become the Minister Voldemort needed the public's approval. To win that he would have to use his relation with his Pet and the children.

Voldemort opened the desk's drawer and took a small coin form within and let his magic touch it. He had a vague idea who Beetle was, it was time to be certain.

"Master?" Voldemort looked up from his paperwork towards Slippery with a raised eyebrow. "Mistress Skeeter is here with a photographer. She said that Master Nice booked with her an interview with Master…?"

Voldemort nodded, starting to pack his paperwork.

"Let them in."

Then house elf popped away, only to then Rita Skeeter enter the office with her trademark smile.

"Professor Slytherin, it's so good to see you…" the Witch stopped in her speech when Voldemort showed the coin. The Witch turned towards the Young Wizard following her, who rolled his eyes before leaving. "It is not about an interview, is it?"

"Aiden told you about my possible future Minister status?" He asked and the Witch shook her head. "Head Auror Scrimgeour himself is going to suggest for me." The Witch's eyes grew at the intel and she picked a parchment to start noting it down. "You will interview him and then me. You'll take care of my public image…" the Witch's eyes glowed. "If you do anything Aiden doesn't approve… well, you know what he might do."

At once the Witch paled drastically, looking down at the parchment.

"This will be tricky, my Lord."

"Indeed. I'm already sleeping on the couch for using our relationship for wining favour… can't imagine what he'll do to you."

Voldemort saw amused as the Witch gulped at this.

"I'm going to regret this… won't I?"

"Most likely." Voldemort agreed, wondering what his Pet had on the Witch.

"I don't have a choice, do I?" Voldemort shook his head. "Is Professor Mather home?"

"No."

"The children?"

"Downstairs."

"Call them up." She requested, starting to take notes on her parchment.

–PF–

Saturday, 4 October 1975

AMM's POV

Harry looked at the newspaper before him wide-eyed. He looked up from it towards his fiancé who was eating his breakfast in silence, then back to the newspaper, then up towards his two children and then back at the newspaper.

"I'm going to kill Rita."

A smirk played in Tom's lips, but it was all the response the man gave to the comment. Harry glared at the newspaper where a picture of the two boys were hugging Tom, who was sitting on his desk in his Riddle Manor's office. The three were looking back at Harry from the parchment, showing a happy family. Hell! Under the interview was even a column with a Severus and James interview… how the hell had the Wench got to them under Harry's nose?

(TBC)


Hi

To anyone who has read my Voldemort's Husband fic: I wrote this chapter years ago long before I even started thinking about a Portuguese Harry. So yes, this fic is the first-time (technically) that I use a Gambuzino.

If you want an image of how someone decided they look like, it's the cover of Voldemort's Husband fic (both on AO3 and FF)

Next Chapter's name: Cake Tasting

~Isys

Ps: to all my Spanish speaking followers can you verify if the spelling is correct? Even if Harry doesn't understand what they are saying I'd appreciate that they at least speak correctly


[IS1]Don't worry, everything is fine.