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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
Chapter VIII
–Adoption–
Sunday, 12 November 1995
APWBD's POV
Albus was allowed to return to the Ministry of Magic for a last time before his stay at the prison become a permanent residence. Albus wondered who was powerful enough to take him out for a visit. Who would try to free him…?
Albus was guided into a private room and was key-worded into the wards, before being forced to sat down. He was left alone before finally the door reopened and his visitor entered. It was Harry himself.
"The Unspeakables found your little ball of poison." The teenager put in and raised his Muggle shirt to show the lack of poisoning scar on his belly. "Marv took it out and now both our Magics have completely bonded together." Harry lowered his shirt. "Both the idea of breaking us apart and of making me unable to bear children failed."
"Why tell me?"
"Because I want you to know that your imagined war against a supposed Dark Lord is getting you into a life-sentence to Azkaban. Me and Marv will adopt orphaned magical children when I graduate, take them out of Muggle Households where they are mistreated as we both were and you knew. We won't allow any more children to turn into Freaks and Monsters because of prejudiced people like you." Harry approached the door and then looked back with a smile. "If I hadn't lost the ability momentarily I'd never had thought about this, so thank you for reminding me of the child abuse we received thanks to you, Sir."
Before Albus could speak Harry left without a look back. The Aurors came immediately and he was taken to the prison without anyone trying to help him out of it. As he was inside his cell he was shown the Master Wand – his wand – before it was broken into pieces by the Aurors.
–MS–
That night Albus received a visitor and Albus swore that he'd have preferred Voldemort to have gotten to him first. To live a thousand years as Death's plaything like the two older Peverell Brothers was the worst way to go.
–MS–
Monday, 13 November 1995
HJR's POV
Harry woke in the morning to find a white wand besides his black one. He glanced back at his husband, but Voldemort was deep asleep. He'd have to ask him later if it had been him…
There was a knock. Harry stood and, putting his glasses, went to open it. A woman was there with a group of children behind her.
"Mr Riddle… is your husband inside?"
"Sleeping." Harry agreed, glancing at the children puzzled.
"He has classes at 9, doesn't he?" Harry nodded. "I'd really appreciate if I could speak with him before that…?"
Harry hummed and closed the door. When he turned towards the darkness he found Voldemort awake.
"I believe that was social services." Harry joked.
Voldemort hummed and stood. The two quickly dressed up and only then went to the office. Voldemort glanced at the five children and then to the woman.
"Harry, can you take them to the classroom and entertain them?"
Harry nodded and approached the group with a smile and took them to the new DADA's classroom. As they made a fort with the student-tables (none daring to even glance at the Professor's table) the second-year Gryffindors and Slytherins showed up. There wasn't needed any incentive. Immediately a massive game of tag – Harry holding the youngest's hand as they played – was formed in the coldest teacher's classroom.
–MS–
LV's POV
Voldemort glanced through the door as Harry played around with the amount of children and teenagers.
"I know it's too much to ask. You asked for me to look for children and I did. But…"
"Did their parents even know what a contraceptive pill is?"
"Extra child equalled extra money from the Muggle Ministry." Amelia Bones argued. "They lived on a foster care. A family who takes children in for money…"
"I was part of the Muggle system I know better than you how that works." Voldemort agreed with a sneer. "Were they taken from the same family? Or it was just their luck to all the magical ones end up in the same household?"
"The toddler and the twins are siblings. The two 5-year-old are cousins. It was… a family who asked for the really bad ones?"
Voldemort nodded, understanding.
"So they would be within their right to mistreat them." He agreed with a sneer. "They took each other as siblings, correct?"
"I checked them. The four oldest somehow managed to do a blood sibling bound."
"It is a Muggle ritual where you cut your palm and then shake hands." Voldemort explained. "Little did they probably knew the implications on their own blood."
Voldemort sighed, knowing exactly why she was bringing them to him of all people. Voldemort had not been the only one to propose for adoption. Actually, he had made certain to warn the Witch that he wanted to wait for Harry to graduate first. But five siblings in one go was not something just anyone was ready to do.
"Considering how Harry already turned my homeclass into a playground I do not believe he will have an issue with the idea."
The Pureblood Witch chuckled, approaching to peek at the students and children.
"I'll need your signature then."
Voldemort nodded and moved to his desk, accepting the paperwork before starting to fill in the blanks.
–MS–
HJR's POV
"Do you have classes?"
"Transfiguration after lunch." Harry offered, looking up towards Voldemort. "Has the woman left?"
Voldemort nodded, glancing at the five playing children.
–I warned Mrs Bones that we wanted to wait for you to graduate. Yet, she found five children and not every couple would accept them together.–
Harry's eyes grew, as he realized exactly what his Mate was saying. Harry turned towards the group surprised.
"How…?" Voldemort made him look back into his eyes and Harry blushed, –bad were their upbringings?–
–We already can tell that they lack nutrients and attention. The place that took them in was a host family who 'specialized' in the worsts cases.– Voldemort explained. –I really need to look into your inability to tell the difference between the two languages.–
–Not my fault.– He argued with a pout and the toddler approached at once, having realized that he wasn't close by. –All I did was play.– He swore when Voldemort raised an eyebrow at the already attached kid.
–That means they never played before.– Voldemort agreed. –Pick our new children and bring them to Malfoy Manor. I will join you at lunch and think over on what we will do then.–
Harry nodded and picked the toddler up.
"Girls, let's go." The four girls looked up and approached, obeying. "Wish your new Papa a good class."
The Gryffindors and Slytherins second-years chocked as the girls turned towards Voldemort and obediently wished him a good day. They entered the new DADA's office – Voldemort having changed from the old classroom after the attack on Harry inside their quarters behind the classroom's office – and Harry glanced at the children and then to the fireplace. This wouldn't end pretty. He pulled the toddler up onto his chest and holding him with one arm the younger hugged him with his legs against Harry's side. He made the girls approach really tight and hold-on to him, before he threw the floopowder into the fire.
"Malfoy Manor."
Lucius was, luckily, in his office when the six stumbled down the fireplace.
"Young Riddle?"
"I believe it'll be best for you to call me Harry. We have five new ones to fill that role." Harry put in and the blond hummed, understanding. "Marvolo said he'd come over for lunch after classes. He'll be here around 1."
"I'll call Narcissa." Lucius agreed as the children held onto Harry tightly. "I'll have the House-elf set you up a bath. Do Young and Misses Riddle have changes of clothes?"
The girls snickered soundlessly at being called that.
"Lucius, if Ron showed up with a child right now that he suddenly decided to adopt wouldn't you give the child a whole new wardrobe? You really think Marvolo would be any different?"
Lucius coughed to hide his embarrassment.
"I'll see what I can gather until said wardrobe is bought." The Malfoy Lord agreed.
Harry nodded thankfully and walked out the office.
"Very well then… that's Uncle Lucius Malfoy. Mated with my brother from another mother – like you girls are – Uncle Ron. There's Aunt Hermione as well and her Mate Uncle Viktor Krum. I'm certain you'll love Uncle Viktor, a famous sports player."
"Marvolo works in a school?" One of the oldest asked.
"He is a Professor of Defence." Harry agreed. "That was his classroom and students that we were messing with." The girls shivered. "If he didn't want us to he wouldn't have told me to bring you there." He added soothingly.
Harry pointed towards a door and the twins run to it and entered ahead. Harry snickered as he followed them. He set the boy down (he should've asked their names to Voldemort) in Voldemort's office.
"This house is called a Manor. It belongs to Uncles Lucius and Ron Malfoy." He explained and the girls stopped to listen. "But these quarters are ours. The office belongs to Marvolo. Our bedroom is at that door. And the bathroom is this one."
They entered together to see the bathtub already filled halfway through and six set of clothes in heaps with towels.
"Wow."
"I know. House-elves are great. I'll introduce you later. Now… I can leave and let you girls bath first alone." The girls nodded shyly and Harry smiled at them. "If you need anything just call. And don't worry if you make a mess."
He left with the boy and sat down on the couch with him in his arms. What did this said of the children that they didn't even knew how to play? The toddler just stayed on the lap. He didn't even try to leave.
The girls appeared with towels on their hairs just as Narcissa entered the room. They were fast…
"This is Lady Narcissa." The girls bowed their heads in a nod of sorts – one of the twins losing her towel. "Narcissa, do you…?"
"Nonsense, Mr Riddle. Go on. I'll help out with the lasses."
Harry stood with a smile and entered the bathroom. The two undressed and entered the bathtub.
–MS–
They had breakfast with gusto. It even hurt Harry when they went for the fruit instead of the sweets in the table. Yet he had had to leave the room when they obviously wanted more but didn't dare ask. It hit too much like home.
–MS–
LV's POV
Voldemort arrived Malfoy Manor to find the children and Harry in the drawing room.
–Four girls bath in less than five minutes! They have no idea what sweets is and when they finish what was in their plate Lady Narcissa had to remind them that they can repeat and eat more.–
Voldemort glanced at his Mate, who was looking back with wet eyes.
–Did you cry before them?–
–I left before I would've.– Harry answered sadly.
Voldemort hummed. They were too much like both of them already.
"Narcissa." He agreed to the Witch.
"Do you intend on blood adopting the children, my Lord?"
"I will have to wait for their body to be capable." Voldemort argued. "I told Minerva of the unexpected adoption and she gave Harry the rest of the day of."
"Just one day for bounding?"
"He is a student. Not at a job."
Narcissa sneered but nodded.
"The lasses have accepted me, they won't argue if I'll babysat them. The lad though doesn't leave Mr Harry for more than a minute."
Voldemort glanced at the lad and realized Narcissa was right.
"If needed he can stay in my classroom with me."
Narcissa nodded.
"The lasses refuse to say their names and Mr Harry said you are the one who knows."
Voldemort nodded and approached Harry and their new children. He pulled Harry unto his feet before kissing him.
"It is time for lunch. Go wash your hands." The children hurried off with Narcissa behind them. "You have the afternoon off."
"That's good. What about tomorrow?"
"Narcissa already offered to stay with them. And if the lad makes much a fuss he can stay in my classroom while you have classes."
"I have Charms early morning two periods and then DADA with you at 5pm."
Voldemort nodded.
"Good. Then you do not need to be away from them for long."
Harry smiled back and tilted himself on his tiptoes to kiss Voldemort, hard.
"The girls are calling you Marvolo."
Voldemort huffed at the amusement of his young Mate.
"At least it is not Tom." He agreed before they walked into the dining room together.
"What's their names?"
Voldemort hummed as he thought about it.
"Lets ask them if they want to keep them or change."
–MS–
HJR's POV
Harry arrived Malfoy Manor to find Voldemort had already returned from work. The man raised an eyebrow at the amount of boxes Harry and the girls brought along.
"Padfoot and Lupin took us window shopping." Harry explained.
Voldemort hummed.
"Only Muggle Clothes?"
"Robes as well." Harry argued with a roll of eyes. "Toys and fairy-tales – so you can read to them to your heart's content."
The girls chuckled and Voldemort huffed, before pulling Harry into a kiss.
"Give the packages to the House-elf, it will…" Harry stepped on Voldemort's foot. –What?– The older demanded in a way the children wouldn't realize if they argued.
–Living being.–
"He will bring them to our quarters." Harry and the surprised girls obeyed. "Now, wash up. Dinner is ready."
–Where's Lucius anyway?–
–Ministry of Magic. He is the Minister of Magic after all.–
Harry nodded and entered with the group in the bathroom.
"Is that a langue, Marvolo?" The oldest of the five asked.
"Language. And yes it is. When the Healers deem you strong enough we will finish adopting you and you will win the ability yourselves. It is inherited not taught."
"Is your ancestor a snake?" One of the twins retorted.
"Salazar Slytherin, actually." Voldemort answered each and every question in a stride. "He had a 50 feet pet snake. My Nagini is not even a third it's size."
"Good, because one Basilisk was enough for me." Harry argued. "Come on, Girls. Don't bother your Papa with questions of his bloodline. He is quite fond of it."
"What about you, Harry?"
"Raised in an abusive household. Marvolo took me out when we mated. I was taught there that my parents were scum. I entered Hogwarts School at 11-year-old to find out that no, my parents aren't scum."
"The Dursleys put him in a cupboard under the stairs. They did not just refuse him his family, they refused him as a Human being." Voldemort agreed. "Best thing that ever happened was their death."
"No argue there." The girls agreed, before holding onto Harry tightly as if he would suddenly disappear.
Harry was uncertain on what to do. He was never good with hugs and girls.
"Girls, you need to take it easy with your Dad. He is not used to being held in a positive way, except by me."
The girls looked up to the terrified Harry and snickered.
"You're meant to hug back." – "You know; just raise your arms and surround us with them." – "That's called 'hugging'." – "Otherwise it's 'latching'."
"Very funny, Girls. Marv, remind me to never introduce them to Uncles Fred and George."
"Considering that you just called them Uncles I believe that will be a really hard thing to accomplish." Harry groaned. "Lets go for dinner."
Voldemort leaned down and picked the toddler as the girls kept on to Harry like limpets.
(TBC)
Just to be sure. Two 5-year-old cousin girls. Two identical twins girls. And one toddler. I still don't have a name for either of them if you want to suggest.
And Yes, Harry is not yet maturely ready for children with all his emotional issues, but that doesn't mean he won't do his best.
Anyway, this story is getting to an end. Hope you are enjoying it.
Next chapter: Epilogue
~Isys
