Chapter 9: Hugging a Dark Lord


Voldemort sighed. He had known what Hadrian would say, but he couldn't help hoping otherwise. He just didn't want to lose his son so soon. He had only found him mere days ago. But looking at his son now, he could plainly see the affection he held for the brothers. Voldemort knew that keeping them apart would only hurt Hadrian.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked directly into Hadrian's defiant gaze.

"Fine. Do as you wish."

He turned and fled the room briskly. Voldemort could not stand watching Hadrian leave him. He knew that now that he had the brother sin his life, he had no need for a father.

Harry watched disappointedly as his father left the room. He thought that his father was angry with him. But he couldn't change how he felt. Whenever he saw the brothers he was filled with warmth and felt safe. They kept him safe from Bellatrix and stayed by his side through his recovery. He turned to gaze at the brothers and saw the barely disguised surprise in their eyes.

The brothers thought that Harry would yield to his father. They never thought he would take their side. Rodolphus strode over to Harry and threw him up for his brother to catch. Harry panicked and scrambled for purchase to avoid being dropped. He ended up clinging to Rabastan's shoulders and wrapping his legs around his waist. Rabastan's hands ended up holding Harry's arse to help support him. Harry looked up and blushed at being in such a compromising position but Rabastan merely smiled.

He dipped his head to steal a kiss from the young raven. This lasted much longer than the previous chaste kisses. Rabastan had been filled with joy at knowing that Harry returned his feelings and couldn't help himself. He had to taste those delectable lips again. He crushed his lips to Harry, molding them together in the process.

Harry moaned and melted into Rabastan's strong body. He had never felt this way before. At Hogwarts no one had interested him. He had thought that there was something wrong with him because while everyone else was talking about how they were crushing on this or that person, he had never felt interested in any of the girls that the other boys in his dorm were.

As they kissed, Rodolphus stepped closer to the pair and molded him front to Harry's back, effectively squishing Harry between them. Rodolphus reached out to grip Harry's waist and began raining kisses along the column of his throat. He was rewarded with a sinful moan and Harry squirming in their grasp.

Harry's unintentional reaction elicited a gasp from Rabastan. His squirming body was doing things to him that Harry was not ready for. He hastily drew away from his lips and set Harry back on the ground. Harry looked up in confusion. They had stopped so abruptly and he wondered if he had done something wrong.

Rabastan sensing his uncertainty hastily reassured him.

"No Sweetheart, don't think that way. You did nothing wrong. You actually did too much right." He pointedly let his lust shine through his eyes while he looked at Harry.

Harry blushed in embarrassment and groaned. He turned and hid his face in Rodolphus' chest. That chest rumbled and Harry looked up confused to find Rodolphus laughing at him. He pulled away and crossed his arms petulantly.

"Oh darling don't be like that." Rodolphus said while drawing Harry back into his arms. Harry felt so right molded against him. They fit perfectly together. Harry's shorter stature allowed him to be tucked against his chest and when Rodolphus dropped his head to leave a kiss upon his hair, there wasn't a part of them that wasn't touching.

Harry smiled sweetly at the action. He loved how easily they showed their affection for him already. They seemed to want to be in constant contact with him and showed their feelings through loving touches. He closed his eyes and soaked up the comfort and love he was being given. Harry wasn't used to kind touches. You could say that he was touch starved, causing him to revel in the affection he was being gifted.

Harry sighed and snuggled closer. As they relaxed together Rabastan watched with a small smile. He didn't feel any jealousy at seeing his older brother snuggled up with Harry. In fact he felt content that if anything were to ever prevent him from being there, Rodolphus would be able to take care of Harry.

Just then, Harry's stomach growled in hunger. He blushed in embarrassment and bemoaned his fair skin. There was no controlling the heat rising in his face. The Lestrange brothers laughed and Rodolphus turned them so his arm rested around Harry's shoulders. Rabastan stepped closer and took Harry's hand. He pulled the two along as he guided them to the dining room. He casted a quick tempus and saw that lunch would be beginning shortly.

Although their lord had allowed the to be together, neither brother had missed the anger towards them he held.

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Voldemort had spent the last half hour reflecting on the relationship his son now had with the Lestrange brothers. He seethed as he pictured the scene he had awoken to. At seeing his son being manhandled and taken advantage of by his most trusted, Voldemort was filled with rage. How dare they corrupt his son! He would not accept any other reasons. His son was much younger and naïve. They took advantage of his vulnerability and exploited his trusting nature.

The longer he thought on their relationship, the more he convinced himself that the brother did not have good intentions for his son. But he did feel a nudge of doubt because Hadrian is a strong person. He had defied him multiple times in his short life as Harry Potter after all.

But feeling him cling to him the day before in an act of child-like vulnerability had shown Voldemort that Hadrian was emotionally stunted. It was his duty as his father to watch over Hadrian and protect him from others until he felt Hadrian was healed enough from the Dursleys care.

A quick tempus showed that they had slept through breakfast and lunch was nearing. Now that he knew the time, he felt the hunger he had ignored while contemplating the newest developments surrounding his precious son.

He stalked from his office, robes billowing due to the fast pace, in pursuit of the dining room. On the way he passed his son's room and saw Severus and Narcissa were still sleeping. A glance towards the bed showed that the brothers and Hadrian were gone.

He spelled Severus and Narcissa awake and ordered them to report on Hadrian's health.

"I believe we have healed any damage caused from the curse, my lord. We jus need to monitor him for any nerve damage we may have missed." Narcissa stated with eyes downcast.

Severus merely nodded in affirmation. At that the three briskly made their way through the manor. Severus went to his room to freshen up before the meal, while Narcissa walked to the nearest floo. Draco and Lucius would be worried as she did not return last night.

Voldemort continued his journey to the dining room in pursuit of his missing son. He just knew that Rodolphus and Rabastan had something to do with his son's departure from his room. The imbeciles probably forgot he was severely injured the night before and neglected to check him for any lingering damage. He felt a glare crawl onto his features and a sneer work its way across his face. He was the only one capable of looking after his son's best interests and his followers will wish for mercy if they took Hadrian from his room when he was still hurt.

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In the dining room, Rodolphus and Rabastan had guided Harry to a seat in the middle of the table. They then took a seat on either side of him so that Harry was in the middle of the two brothers. They each placed a possessive hand on Harry's thighs and squeezed in comfort.

Harry had been nervous about what the other Death Eaters would say. He didn't know what had happened yet to Bellatrix but he warily regarded the others for any expressions blaming him for interfering with their lord.

The other Death Eaters avoided eye contact but one man smiled menacingly at him. Harry paled as he saw the pointed teeth and sharp features the man possessed. This was Fenrir Greyback, feared werewolf and responsible for turning Remus Lupin. This man was capable of causing immense pain and terror in others and this was no different for Harry.

Greyback's nostrils flared, he could smell the fear radiating from Harry. But underneath that was the scent of pack. This boy belonged to his cub, Lupin, who had been taken from him many years ago.

"You have nothing to fear from me pup." Greyback grunted. "Tell me, how is my wayward cub, Lupin?"

Harry gazed in confusion. He didn't know what to say. Remus had been suffering for as long as he had known him from being a werewolf. But this werewolf in front of him seemed much healthier and looked younger that Remus did. His eyebrows furrowed as he contemplates the possible reasons that could be.

"He's been suffering. The curse is taking its' toll and he looks much older and more fragile recently. He was just as distraught as I was when Sirius died, but I haven't seen him since the Department of Mysteries." Harry answered quietly.

Internally Greyback seethed. Just what had Dumbledore done to make his cub so sick?

The door opened with a bang causing all the occupants of the room to jump and stare at the door in shock. There stood Voldemort, visibly seething. The Death Eaters pitied whoever had angered him this much. They had never seen him so angry.

Voldemort had stalked up to the dining room door and upon hearing Hadrian's voice frantically opened the door. He may have been a bit too enthusiastic as it ended up hitting the wall and bouncing off, leaving a very apparent dent in its place.

He searched down the table when it was clear to him that Hadrian was not in his rightful place. There! He spotted him in between the Lestrange brothers and across from Fenrir.

"Dad!" Harry exclaimed.

Upon hearing such an informal address, Voldemort's anger deflated. His son had just called him Dad, not Father, but Dad. Unwelcome to him, a small smile blossomed on his face.

"Good morning son" Voldemort replied with eyes only for Hadrian.

At that, Harry relaxed. His father couldn't be too angry with him if he smiled and greeted him. Harry beamed back at his father and stood. He couldn't stop himself from darting forward to wrap his arms around Voldemort's waist. Voldemort positively towered over him just like the Lestrange brothers. Instead of being intimidating, their larger and more masculine frames were comforting to him.

Harry paled once he realized what he had done. Dark Lords were not known for hugging! But Voldemort got over his shock at his son's abrupt action and hesitantly wrapped his long arms around Hadrian. If his son wanted comfort and affection then he would not deny him. He had missed too much of his life already to be choosy over what attention his son would give him.

As Voldemort relaxed into the hug, he had to admit that this was better than he expected, almost pleasant.

The Death Eaters, however, we in shock. Many were gaping at the sight their lord made and one had even passed out from shock. They never imagined they would see the Dark Lord embracing anyone. At least not willingly.