Translator's Note

Hiya Guys, as promised, here is the second chapter for today. The next one will be next Sunday.

Happy Reading!

SPOILER ALERT(not really): Could contain grammatical and/or minor tense errors. Not edited* XD
AUTHOR: VampirePrincess27

Tany12

Chapter 12: The Conversation with Father

Harry let himself be guided by his father inside the library and watched him take a seat behind the wooden desk. Not knowing very well what to do while being under the scrutiny of his father, he lowered his gaze while he bit his lip with nervousness and twisted his hands.

Tom nailed his eyes to the boy in front of him. He smiled to himself seeing the enormous resemblance to his beloved James even though his eyes were green like his. He frowned, he had to correct his sight so that everyone could see that he had the eyes of his real father and not that mudblood Evans.

– Take a seat Potter– He ordered.

Harry took a deep breath but sat in front of his father and with a grimace looked up.

"Harry, I'm Harry—he saw Tom raise his eyebrow and he hastened to explain—I like Harry more than Potter. Besides, why doesn't my scar hurt now? – he asked by scratching on the scar.

"I'll think about it, Potter, but...—he saw the boy's grimace of disgust and he breathed in —I don't assure you much, Harry.- The last word was said a couple of shades lower. He felt tremendously uncomfortable but the smile on his son's face might be worth it— Concerning the scar I can't tell you what's going on, I'll get Severus to investigate. All right let's stop wasting our time and tell me what happened at the Weasleys' house—he saw his son's smile disappeared and he narrowed his eyes dangerously.

– I'd rather not talk about it again, why don't we …

– Potter– Tom hissed in warning.

Harry let out a sigh and closed his eyes for a moment.

"All right, I don't have a choice," he said with resignation.

Tom got comfortable in the chair and set out to listen to his son. He could feel his anger grow on the same level as Harry's pain, but every time he saw him trying to withstand his tears, he just wanted to go to that hovel and slowly and painfully torture that mudblood and the redhead.

When he finally finished his torture, Harry avoided his father's gaze; He didn't want to see his disappointment at him being so weak.

"What are you going to do now that you know?" asks Tom, trying to catch the boy's gaze.

– I don't know yet, maybe... Draco is the only one, apart from the twins, whom I can trust," he said, fighting the knot in his throat.

Tom watched him at length, weighing his options. He got up and rounded his desk, stood in front of his son.

"You won't be alone," he said, holding it firmly holding his chin, "you're my only son, and I won't let them hurt you again," he saw the surprise mixed with joy in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel something warm stay in his chest—As to what you're going to do, well, I think we can formulate a plan, but one thing I'm sure about is that you'll return to Hogwarts. I won't permit my heir to be a good for nothing. – he said warning him with his gaze.

"O-of course I'll go back to school," he said blushing, "I'm not a slacker."

"Mmm wouldn't be so sure," he said, releasing the boy and walking to a couch at the back of the library, - After all, your performance at Hogwarts leaves a lot to be desired –he continued, speaking loudly to make sure he listened to him.

Harry blushed to his ears but still followed his father.

"It's not all my fault," he said with annoyance, dropping inelegantly on the couch, "Maybe if I hadn't had a crazy psycho after me all the time trying to kill me, I could improve my grades," he said, ignoring his father's growl.

– That's no excuse Potter, the mudblood you were hanging out with has better grades. Besides," he added, "when I was at school, my grades were the best, and James, despite being a rowdy one, had very good grades, so I won't expect less from you.

–Well yes, but Hermione was not the one who confronted Quirrel in the first year, nor the one that killed the basilisk and destroyed the diary in the second, nor the one in the cemetery being tortured, let alone the one that had to fight you alone in the ministry, besides … - but he interrupted himself when he saw the paleness on his father's face. – Hey, are you ok? – seeing as he didn't reply he shook the man's shoulders.

Tom disconnected from Potter's chitchat when the words "killed," "basilisk," "destroy" and "diary" came into his ears.

"My-my diary—he stuttered and he immediately turned to his son—Do you have any idea what you did?! – he screamed – That basilisk was one of the few inheritances of The Great Salazar Slytherin, our ancestor! Besides, how dare you destroy my diary!? – he shouted, shaking the boy completely frightened.

–But-but it wasn't my fault either, it was attacking the students! Also, why are you worried about the diary, it was just an old book that manipulated people with your..., - he pronounces slowly, "By Merlin! Don't tell me it was... that was... a Horcrux! – he ended up horrified.

Tom pressed the bridge of his nose hard.

"It seems Lucius will receive a worse punishment than what I already had prepared for him," he looked at his son and continued, "well, I have more anyway, I just need to protect them and keep them away from you," he said reproachfully.

"More!" Harry repeated outraged – that's very dangerous and...

- You forget who you're talking to, Potter. – he said smiling with haughtiness – I'm not some weakling, like some others– he said, irking the boy again.

"Anyway," he said annoyedly, "talking about this, how did you find out about everything?" he asked with curiosity.

Tom looked at him and smiled, knowing what he meant.

"A few days ago, I got a letter from James. I didn't know who It was, but when I got my memories I got a box of them and that's where I knew you were our son," he said seriously, still boiling with rage for his foolish carelessness.

"Mmm"— Harry knew he wasn't telling him everything, but he assumed it was personal things—I had to pick up my letter and memories on Gringotts,' he said thoughtfully.

"Well, I didn't; They both penetrated the defenses of my lair and I still don't know how it was possible," he said with annoyance.

Harry laughed covertly. He liked seeing his father irritated.

"What are you laughing about brat," he said, fulminating him with his eyes.

"My dad was very powerful, he wasn't auror for nothing. Besides, can you imagine if you had to go to Gringotts? – he asked with amusement – the poor goblins would surely tremble when they saw The Great Lord Voldemort enter through the bank gates – he laughed at the hilariousness the image produced.

Tom hid his smile and instead spoke with resignation.

– It seems that you inherited James's inappropriate sense of humor.

– The one I'm sure you fell in love with – Harry taunted. He saw his father's grimace and leaped with joy– I knew it! – he screamed laughing, but then looked at him seriously. – Do you still love him? – he asked with uncertainty.

Tom was surprised by the sudden question but still nodded.

"Now and always," he said with certitude.

Harry smiled happily that he still loved his dad.

"Will you help me bring them back? – seeing Tom's gaze he hastened to explain – after all Lily is his best friend and she took care of me; she would be like an aunt to me, a real one not like Petunia – he said, trying to convince his father.

It worked!

"All right, just because the mudblood protected you with her life," he said, looking at the boy.

– Don't call her that! Her name is Lily Evans," he smiled maliciously, adding – or Potter, she is still Mrs. Potter – her father's growl made him smile widely.

"Not for long, I won't let her keep holding James' last name," he said annoyedly, but then he looked at his son and smiled sideways. He loved revenge – Although it won't be the only change because James will become Mr. Riddle, which reminds me...– he smiled when he saw the boy's horrified look in front of him – that you will become Mr. Harry James Riddle Potter – he finished, looking with amusement at his son.

"B-but-but I've always been Evans," he said stuttering.

"Well, not anymore, from now on you'll be Riddle Potter or well when I get James back and we get married. – he said with assuredness.

Harry gave him a look as if he had grown a second head. Was he serious? Well, Harry James Riddle Potter didn't sound so bad, in fact, he likes it!

"Will you really do that?" he asked with amazement.

– Of course! His place is by my side, James as my husband and you as my heir," he said, trying to disguise how proud he was.

Harry could only think of one thing: Family. I'd have a family and a big one. He leaped crying with happiness to his father's lap and hugged him by the neck, ignoring his opposition.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he said, hugging him louder, "we will be a big family and...

"Big?" asks Tom, not wanting to know the answer very well.

"Yes, there will be many of us," he let go of his father, and he started counting on his fingers—Remus and Lily will be my uncle and aunt, Sirius is my godfather, Dad, you and Draco!" he said happily.

Tom stopped a growl when he heard the last name, what did blondie have to do with his son? He had barely found out he had a son and that pompous brat was already thinking of taking him. He had to take matters into his own hands as soon as possible.

"Potter, behave like what you are, not like a vulgar Muggle," he said, trying to get him off his back, without any result.

– I never enjoyed hugging my dad and now that I have you... just a little more, please. Besides, there's no one to see us—he knew he'd won when the body beneath him relaxed. He smiled to himself at how easy it was to achieve what he wanted.

Tom knew part of that was his fault, so he didn't have any other choice than to relax and hug the boy in his lap.

While hugging his father he settled in his chest and hid his face around his neck. He didn't know how long he was like this, or when he fell asleep.

Tom was immersed in his memories, so when he heard Harry call him between dreams, he couldn't suppress a smile. Anyone who saw him wouldn't believe it; Lord Voldemort smiling like a fool as he hugged his sleeping son! He took the opportunity to observe him for a few seconds, he looked tired and had very pronounced dark circles. He could imagine that the stay in that dump full of weasels had been anything but pleasant. He decided that it was best to let him rest for a while, he had endured a lot of stress and changes in emotions. He got up with Harry in his arms and began to walk to the door. He frowned with annoyance, that brat was too light for his health, he'd have to keep an eye on him, the last thing he needed now was for him to get sick.

He walked through the door, walked down the stairs, and went through the living room. Ignoring open mouths and fallen teacups on the floor and asked about his room.

– Upstairs on the right, first door.

He didn't even look at them, he went up the stairs and when he opened the door, he placed Harry on the bed and covered him to avoid a cold.

He knew he had to cross a few words with his obligated hosts, but he wanted to see his son sleep for a few more minutes.

Everyone kept looking at the stairs with their eyes and mouth open except Nagini who had rolled up in a corner to rest a little mouse she had found.

When Remus recovered a little, all he was able to say was:

"We have to wait, there are things to fix," he said in a firm voice as he took a seat on the couch.

Sirius was divided, he did not want to lose the affection of his little Prongs, but he was also relieved to see that the Dark Lord loved his godson. Harry had him tangled around his little finger. He and James will definitely end up taming him.

Severus composed his mask of indifference but inside he could only wonder how the hell the brat had made him treat him like that.

They were all around the couch. The only one that was separated was Draco, who was recharged on the wall at the other end without paying attention to others and with a dry change of clothing.

I was worried about Harry, I wanted to know why he had ended up asleep or passed out or whatever, but he also wanted to think about how to proceed in front of the Lord. When he sent him to the bathtub with ice water he had time to think about what had happened a few hours earlier. He should not have kissed Harry, he overlooked the ancient pure-blooded traditions, and the Lord had been within his right to do what he did and even more. But he would fix it as soon as possible, because, if he was sure of anything it was the fact that he wouldn't let anybody get between him and Harry.

Minutes later they saw the Dark Lord come down and hissed something to his huge snake, who immediately started to slither upstairs.

Draco was planning to follow her but was stopped by a gesture from Voldemort.

"She won't eat him, so don't bother and listen—when he saw everyone had their attention on him, he walked towards the fireplace - Potter already told me everything that happened in that place and now more than ever we should keep an eye on him. That old nutcase won't stop until he gets what he wants no matter the price. – He looked everyone in the face and then left his gaze settled on the Malfoy heir- He must keep going to school, but he can't be without protection not even for one moment. I still have to make some arrangements for that. – he saw the boy nod, knowing he had understood his message. – For the moment, you have to assure that the muggles won't tattletale of his absence to anyone from The Order or the old coot. It won't take long for them to let them know that Potter escaped from their hovel. – he saw the three adults nod and continued- For the time being it's safer that he stays here, but you have the task to educate him. He will have to be prepared in all areas. His grades bring shame to his surname and besides … - he looked directly at Remus, who withheld a shudder – You have to make sure he eats adequately. Money won't be a problem since I will make sure he gets everything he needs. – he looked at everyone before adding – Understood? – he saw everyone nod – I have business to take care of, Nagini will stay with him. I'll be back tonight. – he turned around and added – Malfoy! To the library, and you Severus, wait until I am done. – having said this, he walked towards the library.

"Yes, my lord," the two answered with a bow.

Draco composed his expression and followed the Lord with a determined pace, ignoring the worried gaze of his godfather.

"Voldemort doesn't seem to like the idea of being a father-in-law," Sirius said, gaining scathing looks from the others.

"Shut up, you filthy mutt," Severus said with annoyance "you heard the Lord, you'll go with me to the Muggle's house, and Lupin will take care of Potter," he said, walking out, the faster he'd solve that problem, the faster he can come back— I don't have your time, move!

Sirius hearing the scream yelped and went scurrying behind the stinking bat.

Remus paid no attention to them; his gaze was nailed to the top of the stairs. He wanted to go up and see his pup, but he had a task and had to comply with it, after all, it was for the sake of his pup.

TR***LV

Voldemort entered the library and walked proudly to the desk to take a seat. He looked at the Malfoy boy standing halfway, who looked at him with respect but also with determination. He kept watching him for several minutes and was pleased to see the boy's mettle. Analyzing it, he realized that he was very good-looking, with class, education, wealth, his family belonged to the highest social circles, and in addition to everything, he was powerful, very powerful. He had not overlooked the fact that he had broken his spell, something no one had ever done, not even his father. He had a faint idea of the whys of his magical potential but had to consult it with Lucius. Now that he thought about it, he didn't seem so bad for his heir, but the boy didn't have to know that; he wouldn't make things easy for him. Beforehand he would have to prove he was worthy of his son.

Draco had to make use of all his self-control; a false step would cost him not only his life but also his relationship with Harry. He kept his imperturbable mask and his proud bearing but didn't forget who was in front of him. He knew that the Dark Lord had realized his interest in Harry; after all, It wasn't as if had done anything to hide it, but he felt worse than when he was under the scrutiny of the old fart, he was almost waiting for permission to breathe. When everything was finished he liberated a mental sigh and he permitted himself to relax a little, but just a bit.

– Come closer – he ordered.

Draco walked a few steps to stand in front of the Lord. He stood upright without saying anything and looked at him straight in the eye.

"I must assume that what I have entrusted to you has been understood," he said, more as a fact than as a question.

"Of course my Lord," he said, bowing, "I will make sure nothing happens to him.

"Of course," he replied mockingly, and he smiled when he saw the boy tensed," I understand that you are on different houses and are supposed to be rivals – the boy nodded and blushed slightly – well, then I will let it be in your hands the option of choosing if somebody helps you and who they are; just make sure they are trustworthy. – he said seriously.

"Do not worry, I'll take care of it," he replied with conviction.

– All right. Get out and tell Severus we'll be out in a few minutes," he said leveling his gaze.

Draco knew he was abusing his luck, but he couldn't let the moment go by.

"My Lord," he said, giving a curtsy again, this time more elaborate, "if I may speak to you,"

Tom guessed what was coming and knew he wouldn't like it in the slightest.

"And what would it be about, young Malfoy?" he asked, straightening out to observe him better.

Draco inhaled discreetly.

"About Harry Potter, my Lord," he said with

Tom raised an eyebrow and looked at him for several minutes without a word.

"And what do you have to say about my son?" he finally asked, with pretended curiosity.

Draco took a few seconds before he answered. He bent his right knee and looked the Lord with a serious and determined expression.

– I, Draco Lucius Malfoy Black, heir to the noble and ancient Malfoy house, ask your permission to woo your son, Harry James Riddle Potter, heir to the noble and ancestral house Slytherin – he finished bowing his head with respect.

Tom mentally thanked the boy for having his eyes nailed to the ground or else he would have to hide his surprise and shut his mouth.

"Is your intention serious?" the boy looked him in the eye and nodded – My son, does he return your feelings – (1) he asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"I'm not sure my Lord, but that won't stop me from trying to win his heart," he replied with assuredness.

Tom watched him for several seconds as he thought of the ironicalness of the situation, for he, his worst enemy, was actually his father; and the boy in front of him, who was his rival at school, was in love with him.

"I suppose that if he has forgiven me, who not only took away his family, but also destroyed his infancy, don't have the right to demand to know your reasons, but – he got up a nailed his gaze unto the gray ones of the young man kneeled before him, who had a cautious hopeful glint. – that does not mean that from now on I won't watch out for his happiness and safety, so – he walked around the blond before stopping in front of him. – Yes, I will allow you to court my son – the gray eyes brightened immensely – But you must know that if you aren't HIS happiness, you will step aside and allow him to be happy with someone else. – those gray eyes darkened for a couple of seconds before a determination that he hadn't seen in a while and that and that made him remember with sadness his dear James.

– You have my word, my lord. But first I'll do my best to be with Harry," he said, looking him right in the eye.

– Consider yourself warned, young Malfoy. If you dare to hurt my son, I will make you know hell in life – he saw the boy swallow with difficulty and nod – very well, if that was all you may leave," he said, sitting elegantly behind the desk.

"Of course," he got up and bowed, "Ill take my leave"

Tom watched him exit and remembered the day he longed to have a surname of lineage.

Flash back

End of October 1979

They were lying on the bed naked, as he stroked the boy's hair in his arms and he let out a gentle sigh.

"Tom, can I ask you a question?" he said, sounding indecisive.

"You've already did love, but tell me what's going on?" said Tom, sliding his hand gently down his lover's back.

"You... aren't you going to court me?" I ask, straightening up and looking him in the eye.

Tom let out a little laugh and shook his head.

"Don't you think it's too late for that?" he asked as he slipped his hand further down by emphasizing his point.

He saw the boy blush and smiled.

– Well yes, but you know that if society finds out...

"They don't have to know," he interrupted.

"Do you just take as some sort of tryst?" he asked hurt.

"Of course I don't love," he said, lifting his chin, "but you know as well as I that I don't have a family, no worthy surname, no fortune, and I am certainly no pureblood," he said, hating that the only title he could hold would be Slytherin's heir, but that wouldn't play in his favor with the Potters.

"But I don't care about any of that and you know it, all I want is you," he said, kissing his lips, "I know that if I tell my parents that I'm in love with you they'll accept it, they love me and they want me to be happy.

"I know James", because he knew it, but he wanted to be someone worthy for James –And I promise you that we will get married, but give me time to form a name within society and then nothing and no one will stop you from becoming my husband," he said, placing himself on the boy, - but for now don't think about it and relax," he said as he kissed the soft skin on his neck.

He felt James shudder as he touched him and when I kissed him it was promised that the day Lord Voldemort dominated the magical world and was the most powerful magician of all time, that day, James would be by his side as his consort, because he would make sure there was no better match for his James than he was.

End of Flash Back

He squeezed his wand in anger. If only he had listened to James before all of that. He could have obtained power and prestige over time, but James, Jame's love was something he had at that time and he set it aside to follow his ambitions. He sighed with melancholy. That was the day someone erased their memories, the day he had lost him. But know he knew he was alive, roaming someplace; he would find him and they wouldn't be separated again.

He got up and and left, with a determination he hand't felt in a long time, after all, he needed to start somewhere.

Draco and Harry are taking the next step! How brave of you Draco to ask for Tommy's hand in marriage *coughs* I mean, ask for permission to court Harry properly. Good for you ma boy! *dries crocodile tear*

Read ya Next time ma darlings. I appreciate your comments and Kudos. *Blows Kiss*

Tany12