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"Talking"

'Thinking'

{Talking on the mind}

–Parseltongue–

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

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV


AN: St Valentin's week, nothing like some love

have fun


Chapter VII

–The Attack–

Mid-September 1995

HJR's POV

Waking up in Voldemort's arms was a strange, but quickly becoming usual thing. Harry didn't stop the snuggling since neither of the two had ever had anyone to hold the other before. Yet this was different. Voldemort needed to be taught love. To be given love. Harry frowned. He had never been given himself. He had had a hole in his own chest at the lack of being a child of mated parents.

"Whatever it is, I am certain it is not important enough to wake you up and keep you awake and thinking like this." Voldemort argued.

Harry raised his head from Voldemort's chest to look at his face and closed eyes.

"Did I wake you up?"

Voldemort hissed and turned on his side, pulling Harry close.

"Thinking of how to teach me love, again?" Voldemort whispered against Harry's top of head. "I have told you to stop worrying about that."

"Sorry."

Harry's face was grabbed and pulled up into a kiss. When Harry was allowed back he looked at Voldemort surprised.

"You are already perfect so stop beating yourself up about it."

Harry blushed and lowered his head on Voldemort's chest.

–MS–

Tuesday, 31 October 1995

Every single student in the whole school cheered as Professor Dumbledore informed that Professor Slughorn would've be replacing Professor Snape instead. Harry glanced at the man in question whose eyebrow twitched in annoyance at that. Harry hadn't exactly asked for this, yet he was glad to never see the man as a Professor again.

"Good riddance." Ron grumbled under his breath by Harry's side.

Harry turned towards Neville, who had an obviously relieved look.

"Now now, children. Should you really be so happy to see your beloved Professor leave?" Professor Dumbledore reprimanded.

Voldemort stood from his place on the Head Table.

"Loved? If Severus was loved, Professor Dumbledore, the students would not be so happy to see him leave. He bullied every single one of them, except the Slytherins and even so, I still see Slytherins celebrating along with the rest. That just shows you how loved your protégé was."

Professor Snape did shiver at that. Harry, Ron and Hermione tensing at the wording. Professor Dumbledore's protégé. Voldemort had just declared that he knew Professor Snape was a double spy.

"Harry…" Hermione whispered.

"I can't exactly do anything in here without outing Him." Harry whispered back.

Voldemort sat again as Filch took Professor Snape away. Professor Dumbledore turned towards Voldemort.

"Now now, my boy…"

"Albus, Tom is a fellow Professor, you must stop treating him like a petulant child. Not to mention that I was in Severus' classes. I saw the fear of the students at a possible wrongdoing. He bullied them before they even did anything wrong. Not to mention that Tom is right: Severus may be your protégé, but in the whole school only you aren't cheering his firing. You can put fancy words in it, yet: He was fired because he was terrible at his job and I fear for the students that already graduated and are afraid for life of Potion Brewing because of Severus." Every single one gasped as Professor Slughorn interrupted Professor Dumbledore, who stared at the man surprised. "Speaking of this: Mr Slugbottom, I will want you in my office. See if we can deal with your fear of potion brewing."

"Yes, Professor." Neville agreed, deep red.

Professor Dumbledore eventually sat down again.

–Professor Slughorn jumping in on my behalf was a surprise.–

Harry glanced at the Head Table as Voldemort looked right back.

–Did you expected him to let Professor Dumbledore badmouth everyone in the room?–

Hermione and Ron stared back with raised eyebrows.

–Actually, I did.– Voldemort agreed. –You can speak in a more hushed sound. Parseltongue travels farther than any other sound.–

–Me already being able to speak in Parseltongue without slipping into English? You're in luck. I can't control it, I told you that already. I need to keep eye contact with you for me to speak it.–

Voldemort hummed and looked away.

–I will have to teach you, then.–

After dinner, Ron and Hermione walked Harry towards the entrance of Voldemort's office before going to Gryffindor Tower. Harry entered uninvited and moved to his couch with grabby hands. Voldemort appeared not long later, glanced amused at Harry (who had already made himself at home on his golden couch) before he nodded at whoever was following him.

"Mr Riddle." Professor Slughorn nodded back amused at seeing Harry in the room. "Shouldn't you head to the Common Rooms before the curfew starts?"

"As my Mate: Harry shares my quarters as it is mandatory." Voldemort argued. "We asked Professor McGonagall herself just to make certain and in answer she sent Harry's belongings immediately."

Professor Slughorn hummed, Harry stood and picked his shoes from the floor.

"I'll head to the bedroom and give you privacy."

Voldemort grabbed Harry (as he passed by him towards the back) and pulled him close into a kiss. Harry blushed and hurried towards the door behind the office. Harry frowned at the people in the room wand in their hands.

–What is it?– Harry heard someone say just before some spell hit him. "HARRY!"

Harry knew no more.

–MS

LV's POV

Voldemort walked back and forth as the Healers moved around Harry. To think Auror Dawlish had dared to try to lock Harry's magic while at same time take his ability to have children. Only Professor Slughorn's shout that Harry needed him had kept him from killing the former Auror right there and then, who now was in Azkaban. Looked like a visit to the prison was not just a suggestion but mandatory.

"Professor?" Voldemort stopped and looked at the Healer. "He's awakening."

Voldemort nodded and followed the Healer into Harry's healing room. Every Healer inside tensed at seeing him but Voldemort signalled at them to continue. This was not a healing he could do himself.

"Fudge…" Voldemort approached Harry and grabbed his hand, who immediately stared back. "Umbridge, Fudge and the Grey/Dark Core Auror are in the bedroom! They…" Harry's eyes grew and his free hand moved to his own belly.

"They will not hurt you ever again." Voldemort promised. "Now be a good lad and let the Healers do their job."

Harry nodded in tears and Voldemort stood to leave.

"Marv?" Voldemort froze and turned around towards Harry, surprised at the name. "Hold me for a bit, please?"

The Healers stepped back and Voldemort approached, pulling Harry into his arms and accepted the kiss when Harry's lips sought his. When he left, Harry was obviously calmer. Several of his men had arrived while he was inside.

"Track Cornelius Fudge and Dolores Umbridge. They were inside with John Dawlish." Most men immediately left, except four who stayed by the door to protect his Mate. "Do not let him get hurt any further than he already was."

The four bowed and Voldemort left.

–MS–

Wednesday, 1 November 1995

HJR's POV

Harry looked at the messy scar on his stomach. They said that it was possible that he would never be able to get pregnant.

"Harry…" Harry looked up in the mirror inside the hospital bathroom, towards where he could see Voldemort by the doorway. "I should have protected you better."

"Did you find them?"

"Yes." Voldemort agreed and approached, hugging Harry from behind and setting his hands on the scar protectively.

"Did you make them suffer?"

Voldemort glanced back through the mirror into Harry's eyes.

"Yes."

"You should've taken me from Hogwarts."

"I know. I stupidly believed that with me close that you would be safe." Voldemort argued.

"I want to head home now. To the quarters in Malfoy Manor. To the massive bed you have in there."

Voldemort nodded and pulled Harry's shirt down, before walking with Harry out. Harry was taken to the Malfoy Manor and then to the quarters where he was laid down on the massive bed.

"I will be right back." Voldemort promised before walking away.

Harry sat up and immediately took out his clothes. When Voldemort returned, Harry was trying to take out his trousers. The Dark Lord approached and took out the trousers himself.

"Voldemort?"

"Yes, Harry?" Voldemort asked as he picked a pair of PJs from the wardrobe.

"Take me."

The cloth in Voldemort's hand fell down, before he turned towards Harry surprised.

"What brought this on?"

"I need to feel like I'm not undesirable now that I'm unable to have children ever."

Voldemort sighed sadly and approached, grabbed Harry's foot and kissed the side of it. He kept kissing the leg as he moved up slowly, he jumped over Harry's underwear completely until he arrived the stomach and started treating his scar with a veneration Harry hadn't believed him capable of. Harry leaned back on the bed, letting Voldemort's possessiveness be the only thing on his mind. Finally, Voldemort climbed and kissed Harry senseless. Harry opened his eyes, while panting to find the man on his knees over Harry as he undressed himself completely. Then he descended down towards Harry's underwear, taking it out slowly and kissing every new skin that showed up. Harry gasped into the ceiling as Voldemort actually took him into his mouth. As fingers slipped inside. As he was completely and utterly destroyed and transformed into something else completely. Voldemort released Harry's member as his fingers found something in Harry that made him moan like a bloody chick. Finally, Harry was released and Voldemort sat back against the headboard. Harry frowned puzzled only for Voldemort to signal for him to stand up on his knees. Harry obeyed and Voldemort pushed him close, before (with a leg on each side of Voldemort's hip) Harry was pulled down into the member under him. Harry grabbed Voldemort's shoulders as he gasped and was descended all the way down. His legs shook at the strength of keeping him up. Harry glanced down when he finally felt himself all the way down. Voldemort's hands on his hips and a massive member deep inside of him right now. He looked up as Voldemort raised his hand and took Harry's glasses out.

"When you are ready."

Harry shivered and moved tentatively, only to gasp at the feeling of having Voldemort deep inside of him.

"Why are you giving me control?" He gasped out.

"Because this is how we are. You say, I make it happen. You have a layer of control over me, while in truthfulness I am actually in control."

Harry shivered as Voldemort's hands returned to the hips and made Harry move up, before descending him down hard on his member.

"Bloody Hell!"

"And yet you are in control because I cannot tell you no."

Harry looked back surprised, before he leaned forward and kissed his Mate. With Voldemort's help he started thrusting up and down. Losing their virginity.

–MS–

Sunday, 5 November 1995

HJR's POV

They returned to Hogwarts a couple days later, to which Harry found out that Lucius was now the Minister of Magic. The Krums had picked Hermione up and only now did they allow her to return and, apparently, they weren't the only family who did that. Even Ron had left and stayed with Lucius. Voldemort's office location was changed and Harry was grateful for that. Even if this bedroom didn't have a private fireplace to keep warm.

Harry laid on the bed on his side as he could hear a commotion outside the bedroom door.

–MS–

Harry entered the Aurors Office and approached his Mate, sitting down before him and taking hold of his hands over the table. Voldemort didn't say anything back, just allowed the touch.

"Mr Riddle, you have no right to be here. Professor Riddle…"

"Who did he attack for you to arrest him like this?" Harry asked, not looking away from Voldemort.

"Former Minister Fudge and Professor Umbridge."

"He did it within the law." Harry argued. "Auror Dawlish attacked my Magical Core, but those two attacked my ability to have children. I may never be able to conceive thanks to them. According to what I was told I can't lie when I'm looking directly into my Dominant's eyes."

The Aurors gasped and Voldemort was released by the Head Auror himself, as the others left and tracked down the former Minister of Magic and Professor.

"Professor Riddle…"

"This will be made public." Voldemort retorted harshly. "I will make certain of it. The Aurors have won too much lenience that they forgot that there are limits."

Voldemort approached Harry and pulled him unto his embrace.

"Do we have to stay?" Voldemort nodded and Harry sighed, leaning his head on Voldemort's chest. "I may not be able to get pregnant but we will have children."

"Adoption?" Voldemort wondered.

"Don't want children being raised in Muggle orphanages like you were."

Voldemort hummed and nodded.

"I will start looking around so when you graduate we'd be ready." He agreed.

Minister Fudge and Professor Umbridge were found and brought in, both making a scene and making it worse on themselves. Eventually they said something that broke every Auror and even Voldemort's composure in the room.

"It was Dumbledore's idea!"

–MS–

Rookwood offered Harry a teacup as he stayed down in the Department of Mysteries with the Death Eater.

"Did Professor Dumbledore expect with my death that He would've follow?"

"Yes." Rookwood agreed.

Harry hummed and set his tea down on the desk by his side. He might trust Voldemort's men, but not to the point of not poisoning him.

"Who said that you can't bear children?" Another Unspeakable asked.

"The Healers."

The woman approached as she took out her wand and started performing spells after spells on Harry.

"Just how many people did Professor Dumbledore bought? Mr Riddle, we have to knock you out to take out the poisoning inserted directed into your womb's future location so it can't be created."

Harry's eyes grew and nodded.

–MS

LV's POV

Voldemort entered the Department of Mysteries to find four Unspeakables around a sleeping Harry and working around his naked belly which the scar had been reopened. Voldemort approached and looked at Harry's insides to see a ball of poison.

"Can you take it out?"

"We've been trying but his magic is refusing us entrance into his womb location because of the previous attack."

Voldemort sighed, pushed his own magic in and grabbed the ball, forcing it out. Harry's whole being gasped in pain and Voldemort realized Harry's magic was adopting the ball as its womb. The Unspeakables were fast to check for any side-effect before closing him up and taking out the scar. Voldemort pulled Harry up into his arms and lent his magic, not letting Harry accidentally refuse him now.

"Hey, Mate." A weak voice whispered.

Voldemort smiled back as Harry's magic completely accepted his instead of refusing it.

"Hello, Mate." He agreed.

"Am I safe?"

"Thanks to your Mate." An Unspeakable agreed by the side as they checked the poison. "He managed to take it out of you before any damage was done."

Harry smiled and leaned into Voldemort's embrace. His magic submitting into Voldemort's completely. Professor Dumbledore had known Voldemort was the only one capable of taking it out. He had expected Harry to refuse him as a second plan. He did not expect for their magic to completely submit together as one.

"Even if I'll manage to get pregnant from now on, I still want to adopt." Harry put in. "And I want what the Healers did to me public, as well as they losing their license… besides for the Mate-right you have over making them pay."

Voldemort smiled. Harry had completely accepted him.

"As you wish."

Harry glanced back before closing his eyes again and Voldemort knew Harry was thinking of the show of control Voldemort had exemplified during their first time. Voldemort did what Harry ordered but in truthfulness Harry was doing what Voldemort wanted.

(TBC)


Hi

Yeah, this chapter is a roller-coaster

But hey, happy St Valentin this Friday ^_ ^

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~Isys