The Young Ones

Chapter One: Disruption of a Feast

Harry was sitting in the Great Hall trying to focus on his breathing as everyone around him enjoyed the start of the year feast. Everyone was cheerful, even if there was a slight tension among the older students and teachers since it was only a few months ago that the Ministry finally acknowledged the return of Voldemort.

He could feel eyes on him, but he paid them no mind as all he could focus on was trying to not pass out from pain and blood loss. The summer had been a brutal one, his uncle being pissed that the Order dared to threaten him. And they thought it a wonderful idea to tell him that Sirius, Harry's way out of the abuse because they wouldn't want a mass murdering godfather coming for them, was dead now.

A cold breeze spread through the room as a loud crash was heard, causing some of the younger children to scream and everyone to look towards the centre of the room where there was what seemed to be a purple tornado of sorts twisting and sparking around. Some of the teachers stood and took out their wands as they watched the display, only to be flummoxed by the appearance of four young children in the centre of the room. All of them looked scared. Terrified even.

What shocked Harry and a lot of the others in the room though was how much they looked like him, and a younger Tom Riddle from what he saw of the man in his second year. What shocked Harry even more was the connection he felt to them. The connection he had read about when he was researching bearers.

"Mum and Dad are going to kill us," one of the older children said. He looked around ten and held a three year old in his arms. He looked just like Tom Riddle, but with Harry's eyes. The little girl in his arms was the perfect blend of both Tom and Harry. Her black wavy hair down to her shoulders, and she had a very deep, almost black, green eyes with tiny red flecks in them, her scared little face was just adorable.

Dumbledore cleared his throat before Harry could get a good look at the other two, and everyone turned to look at him to see what he would do.

"Hello, my dear children, may I ask who you are and how you came to be here?" He said, his wand gripped tight in his hand.

"Er, hello sir, my name is Salazar Severin Potter-Riddle, this is my sister Aurora Lily Potter-Riddle, our younger brother Orion James Potter-Riddle, and our younger sister Lyra Selena Potter-Riddle. We are the children of the Lords Tom Marvolo Potter-Riddle and Harry James Potter-Riddle. I don't know how we came to be here, I also don't know where here is, exactly. Or maybe a better phrase would be when here is," the oldest boy explained, a hint of fear in his young voice, shocking everyone in the room.

Harry saw Dumbledore lift his wand, a dangerous glint in his eyes, and jumped up, running in front of the children and disarming Dumbledore before he could do anything. Harry grabbed Dumbledore's wand from the air, without taking his eyes off the man.

"Harry, my boy, what are you doing?" Dumbledore asked with his fake grandfatherly voice, but Harry could hear some shock and anger in his voice as well as see it in his eyes and the twitch of his lips.

"Protecting them," Harry said, trying to ignore the pain he felt, the adrenaline being the only thing keeping him upright. He had to protect his children.

"Harry, I wasn't going to hurt them,"

"Really? Because it sure looked like it. You had a glint in your eyes. And even if you weren't going to hurt them you would have taken them as prisoners or used Legilimency on them. And I would rather you not do that,"

"I need to see if they are telling the truth,"

"Why wouldn't they be telling the truth? Do you honestly think they would-could lie about something like this? They are children,"

"Harry, you of all people should know how Voldemort is able to trick people,"

"Don't you dare use that against me!" Harry growled, sneering at the old man in an almost perfect impersonation of Snape, "Can't you see how much they look like me and Tom? Do you honestly think that Voldemort would take some children, potion or spell them to look like a mixture of himself as a child, and myself, and send them here, all the while telling them to use the name that a lot of us know he hates because it reminds him of his muggle father, who he hates because he abandoned him and left him to be raised in an orphanage. And what are these children meant to do to help Voldemort anyway, I mean they can't get Voldemort into the castle, can they? Although, he can probably enter anyway because there have been a number of incidents over the years where dangerous people or creatures have entered the castle unnoticed. Which just goes to prove that even if Voldemort is tricking us, there really is no reason to do so, as he can probably waltz in whenever he wants,

"So, Professor, what is the point of Voldemort sending four young children to us? What could they possibly do for him? Why do you think they are lying?"

"Harry, you can't be serious if you think they are telling the truth," Hermione said, "If they are telling the truth then that means that you marry Voldemort, and you can't do that!"

"Oh, and why not? I thought it was up to me who I married,"

"Well, first of all you have to marry Ginny. And second of all you can't marry Voldemort," she said in her usual snooty voice.

"Why do I have to marry Ginny? I think, if anything, this just shows you that I am, in fact, gay,"

"Don't be silly, Harry. We are in love," Ginny said seductively as she tried to get up from the bench but was pulled down by a disgusted looking Neville.

"I am not, have never been, and will never be in love with you. I'm gay," Harry said, trying not to let his anger get the best of him. He had known for a while now that Hermione, Ron and Ginny had a plan for him to marry Ginny and get Hermione and Ron into high spots at the Ministry. It is why he stopped telling them as much. It is why he started making friends with others.

"Mummy," a young, wavering voice said from behind him.

Harry turned around and he knew, as soon as he saw the frightened children that they were his. He could tell by their looks, but also by the way he felt connected to them. Like he knew them, and like they knew him. Despite them not being born yet in this time, he knew he was their mother. He saw the youngest holding up her arms to be held and he complied, holding the warm body securely to his chest. Sighing in the feel of love, and hope, and family that these children gave him.

"It's okay, baby, you're okay now. I'm here," Harry whispered to the child, turning back to face the school.

"Harry, dear boy, how about we continue this in my office. I am sure we can get some answers,"

"No. Professor, I-I know that they are telling the truth. I feel connected to them. I am a bearer, and I have done some reading on the subject. I know that when a bearer has a child they form a very close connection to them. Because of the magic of the process, and the fact that the child is formed from the bearers' magic and the fathers' sperm, the bearer has a connection to the children. So does the father, because the fathers' magic helps ground the pregnancy, but the bearer has a special connection which allows them to sense the children, and know when the child is hurt, or whatever emotion they are feeling. I feel the connection with them. I can feel how scared they are. I can feel the protectiveness, and the warmth, and the love. I can feel it all. They are my children," his breathing was deep and somewhat shallow as he spoke, and his throat hitched a few times.

He knew he had to find a way out of here soon, he wasn't going to last much longer.

He growled as he saw a red spell coming at him from the Gryffindor table and cast the strongest shield spell he had ever cast in his life around himself and his children, so much so that the spell rebounded and hit Ginny Weasley, causing her to fall back to the floor.

It was then that the students he had made friends with over the last couple of years moved to surround them.

Neville, Dean, Seamus, Colin, Dennis, Angelina, Katie, Alicia, Luna, Terry, Anthony, Padma, Susan, Hannah, Justin, Ernie, Draco, Daphne, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, and Theo.

Their wands were at the ready in case anyone else wanted to attack.

"Harry, we need to go up to my office so that we can discuss what to do," Dumbledore said, his voice grave.

"You mean so we can discuss how to make sure my children will never be born, because I am the 'Chosen One' and I have to fulfil a prophecy. Did it ever occur to you that vanquish doesn't necessarily mean kill? Did you hear these children tell us their names? You know as much as I do that Voldemort as he is now hates his birth name, and you know why. And yet, these children, who are definitely my children, called themselves Potter-Riddle, in fact, they referred to myself and Tom as Potter-Riddle's also. So, that means that somehow he loses the 'Dark Lord' persona, and accepts his birth name. Which we know Voldemort would never do. Unless, and this is just a guess, I 'vanquish Voldemort' by helping him to become who he was meant to be, and not who he turned out to be due to the failures of his teachers,"

"What do you mean, Harry? We didn't fail him, we tried our best,"

"Did you, though? I mean, he was raised during World War Two, at a muggle orphanage, in London. He saw what the muggles could and would do to each other. But he also saw what the muggles could do to people they feared or didn't understand. You know, because they abused him for being a 'freak', or whatever. Then you come along, and you give him hope, that maybe, he isn't a freak, maybe he might find someone out there who might be able to help him get out of his situation. And yet, because he can talk to snakes and he was strong enough to stand up to his bullies you told yourself he was bad, that he was not worth helping,

"So you kept sending him back to the abusive orphanage, you kept showing him that he wasn't worth the help, that he wasn't to be trusted, that he wasn't to be cared for. And so he didn't know how to grow into the person he was meant to be. He could have done great things for the Wizarding World. I know what his plans used to be, before someone drove him to insanity, and I think that a lot of them were good. You know, since I was also raised by my abusive muggle aunt and uncle, and you keep sending me back year after year even though I begged to be put anywhere else, much like he did, and I am sure many other children also,"

"You left him with Petunia!" Snape yelled at Dumbledore, shocking everyone in the room.

"Severus, you knew I left him with his last relatives,"

"No, you told me you left him with his grandparents, and that they spoiled him. Which I believed because Lily's parents adored him. But now I find out that you left him with Petunia who hates everything magical, even her own sister, and nephew. And you knew that because you saw how Lily was many times whenever she had seen or spoken to her sister. You knew she wouldn't have treated Harry well. You knew she hated his very existence. And you gave him to her. What happened to Lily's parents?"

"They died two years after Lily died,"

"And did they ever see Harry?"

"No, they didn't know he was there,"

"And because they had disowned Petunia for what she did to Lily they weren't speaking to her or going to her house. Ugh. Then, because of the vow I made to protect him you didn't tell me because if you did then the vow, and my own memories of Petunia would have made me take him from there," Dumbledore nodded in reply. "Why? Why did you leave him there?"

"For the blood wards, they were stronger with Petunia than with his grandparents. They were the best protection from Voldemort and the Death Eaters that I could give him,"

"Really, because I can think of multiple other ways of protecting him. Such as a Fidelius Charm with you as the Secret Keeper. Or you could have raised him in Hogwarts since it is apparently one of the safest places, there were multiple adults here who could have taken turns looking after him when others had class, and let's not forget the house elves. Although Harry does have a point that the Dark Lord probably could just walk through the wards right now since he has multiple times in the last few years, or he has gotten Death Eaters through them," it was at this point that Snape started heading towards Harry, the children, and the other students, much to their, although not the children's, shock.

"Severus, my boy, what are you doing?"

"Protecting the students, like I have been the whole time I have worked here, although you made me hide it," Snape said as he stood in front of them, his wand out and ready to defend them.

"I don't mean them any harm, Severus,"

"Mummy, you should call daddy," the little girl in his arms whispered to Harry, he looked down at her, shocked.

"How?"

"Go into your mind, find your connection, follow it, and when you get to him show him your memory of tonight. He will come and take us to safety," Salazar explained to him quietly.

"Do it," Snape muttered to him, although he seemed slightly hesitant.

Harry nodded and closed his eyes, trying to focus on the task. He didn't know why he was doing it really, not fully anyway, he just knew that Hogwarts wouldn't be safe for his children and he hoped Voldemort would be able to protect them.

He found the connection pretty easily and he followed it. He saw a white void like hole at the end and stood outside of it, unsure of what to do.

"Voldemort," he called, uncertainly.

He felt a slight pain in his scar as Voldemort made an appearance, in all his angry glory.

"What Potter?"

"I need to show you my memory of what is happening in the Great Hall at the moment,"

"Why?"

"Well, it is kind of hard to explain so I will just show it to you,"

He thought of the memory and brought it to where they were. Allowing it to play out in front of them. He could see and feel that Voldemort was shocked, but he could also see a glimmer of hope and awe, which shocked Harry.

"I will be there in ten minutes. Hold on for ten minutes, Harry," Voldemort said softly. Harry nodded and left his mind, collapsing to his knees as he left, his body almost giving out on him as he struggled to breathe through the pain.

Snape rushed to his side as his children and friends glanced at him worriedly.

"Mummy, are you okay?" Orion said, his voice small and worried.

"Nana, what's wrong with mummy?" the little girl in Harry's arms asked Severus, causing Harry and the professor to look at her in shock.

"Nana?" Severus said, his heart constricting in pain.

"Yes, according to your future selves mummy went to Gringotts after his sixth year of Hogwarts and found out that you are his real mother, and that Dumbledore kidnapped him from you. Mummy told you and you got to know each other properly, away from Hogwarts as mummy decided to home-school for his last year and got the best grades that had ever been achieved in his NEWTS," Salazar said gently.

A tear left Severus' eye as he stared at Harry, the moment was lost however when the group of Harry's friends surrounding them all shouted 'Protego' at the same time. Severus watched as Dumbledore's spell hit the barrier and bounced back, unfortunately fading before it reached him again. Severus felt nothing but anger when he looked at the old man. Well, anger and hatred.

"How did you block my bearer instincts?" Severus growled.

"Severus, my boy,"

"I am not your boy! You stole my son from me and let me believe he was dead. And yet he was alive this whole bloody time. Being abused by Petunia of all people, for blood wards that wouldn't have worked because he is in no way related to her,"

"It was f-"

"If you say it was 'for the greater good' I swear to Merlin I will kill you where you stand. How did you block my instincts?"

"With a potion I laced into your food once a month,"

"Which potion? And will it leave my system any time soon?"

"Alios Armiger Obstructionum, it will leave your system in a week,"

Severus turned his attention back to Harry, still reeling, but he needed to make sure his son was okay. Harry looked pale, his breathing was shaky, and his eyes held a deeply pained look in them.

"Harry, where does it hurt?"

"I think I would have a better time answering where it doesn't hurt," Harry laughed shakily.

"Lyra, sweetie, I need you to go to your brothers and sister so that I can start healing your mummy," Lyra shook her head, her small fingers gripping Harry's top tighter, "Please, sweetie, I can't help your mummy if you are holding him. I promise you, you can hug him again when he has been healed, but I need you to let go for me, okay,"

That is when the doors crashed open and in walked Voldemort, followed by about twenty Death Eaters.

"Daddy," Lyra squealed as she let go of Harry and ran over to her father, who caught her in his arms just in time. Voldemort looked at her and the other three children in a mixture of shock, awe, and hope.

That was the last thing Harry saw before he passed out from the pain, Severus caught him as he fell the rest of the way to the ground.

"Mummy," the children cried in worry.

"What's the matter with him?" Voldemort asked, worried.

"He has been abused," Severus whispered, tears still in his eyes though he didn't let them fall.

"Tom, I am going to need to ask you to leave," Dumbledore said, a dangerous glint in his eyes even as his voice portrayed calmness.

"Oh, don't you worry, old man. That is what I am just about to do. I just came to collect my future children, and their mother, and their mothers' friends,"

"I won't let you hurt them Tom,"

"I'm not going to hurt them. I think that you have done enough of that given the state that Harry is in at the moment. Will you ever learn not to send abused children back to the people that abuse them? First me, then Severus, then Harry. It makes me wonder who else you have sent back to abusive homes. It makes me wonder how many of those children you sent back aren't with us anymore. In fact, if any of you children are being abused at home and want a safe place to live where you won't be abused, feel free to come with me. You see, everything Dumbledore told you all about me is a lie. Yes, I spent a long time crazy out of my mind because of Dumbledore manipulating me into doing a ritual that tore apart my soul, and my sanity, but I have fixed it now. And one of my goals has always been to save magical children, no matter what blood you have, from abusive households. If you would like freedom from your abusers, feel free to join us. We will heal you, feed you, clothe you, educate you, and most of all, not abuse you. I understand if you would rather not, though, given everything,"

To everyone's surprise 5 children stood from their seats at the Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor tables and joined the group.

"We shall be leaving now then, farewell old man," Voldmort said, turning to face the doors, everyone in the group turning to do the same, Severus carrying Harry in his arms.

That was until Dumbledore used his borrowed wand to hit one of the abused students in the group with a cutting curse, causing them to start crying from pain and shock.

"So you are actively abusing children yourself now are you?" Tom growled at the Headmaster, noticing out of the corner of his eyes that about 10 more students rose quietly from their seats and made their way to the group, and how Narcissa ran over to the child and helped her up from the floor gently, wrapping her arm around her shoulder as she gave her a pain relieving potion and promising to heal her when they get home.

"You can't take them with you, Tom,"

"And you think they will want to stay given everything you can and will do to them, you just hurt one of them,"

Voldemort gestured to his Death Eaters to start handing out the portkeys they created before they arrived, and soon groups of children were disappearing. Dumbledore, Ron, Ginny and Hermione started casting spells at them but some of the Death Eaters and Harry's friends who were still there kept up their shield charms to protect everyone in the group. Especially the young ones.

It didn't take long for Voldemort, the children, Severus and Harry to be portkeyed out, closely followed by the last of the Death Eaters. They all landed in Voldemort's large throne room in Slytherin Manor.

"Severus, take Harry to the family suite, the bedroom next to mine, and heal him, please. Narcissa, please take the young Hufflepuff to the hospital wing and heal her," Voldemort said calmly, Lyra still in his arms.

Severus and Narcissa nodded and started leaving the room with his son, and the Hufflepuff second year respectively.

"No! Mummy! Where you taking him? I want mummy!" Lyra cried.

"Hey, Lyra, it is okay. Severus is just going to heal him then you can see him, alright. Mummy is going to be just fine," Voldemort said gently.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive,"

"Okay," and with that Lyra rested her head on her fathers' shoulder and went to sleep.

Voldemort studied her cute little face in awe, forgetting for a moment that anyone else was there. He conjured some thrones for his children, and one for Harry, and was surprised when his other children knew where to sit. Voldemort sat in his throne with his youngest daughter in his lap and faced everyone in the room as they stared at him in shock.

"Welcome to Slytherin Manor to those of you who have never been here before. And thank you for protecting my children. I hope you all realise that nothing is going to be the same for you anymore. You are all going to be shunned by the light and have a difficult time because of it, even with your families things may be difficult. I hope you are all prepared for the potential heartache you may face because of your actions today. Even if what you did was to help a friend, and four innocent children,"

"Thank you for letting us into your home. I'm not going to lie, sir, but none of us are particularly close with our families. We may pretend to be, but at home our lives are a mess. At least, those of us not in Slytherin anyway. Although the ones in Slytherin do speak of the amount of pressure put on them by their parents, and how they find it difficult to deal with it. But because of that, over the years we have formed our own family of sorts. One where we aren't pressured, or abused, or anything. One where we are all loved equally, and we support each other, and whatever else a family is meant to do,

"We have all been friends, family, in secret for a good few years now. Harry realised what Ronald, Hermione and Ginny were doing to him and so he branched out, made new friends, and created our group. And although we don't show it in public, in private we are all really close. This is our family, and we will always stick with each other. We will always support each other. That is why we helped Harry today, because he is family, and so those children are our family too," Neville said.

"Thank you, Uncle Neville," Aurora said, a small smile on her face.

Neville smiled at her and nodded his head.

"Lucius, can you gather the other healers we have to come and help Narcissa to do a full health report of all the abused children and heal them. The rest of you, please show everyone to their rooms, they will be in the East wing of the Manor," The Death Eaters nodded and got to work.

Soon the only people in the room were Voldemort and his children. His future children. He looked at all of them, awe still in his eyes. He actually had a family. It was the one thing he had always wanted more than anything else. A family.

"How old are all of you?"

"I am ten, Aurora is eight, Orion is five, and Lyra is three," Salazar said.

"Do you have any other siblings, or is it just you four?" Voldemort noticed a subtle, yet not quite subtle enough, look of worry passing between his two eldest, followed by a small shake of the head from each of them.

"Mummy is having another baby, but he isn't born yet. Not for another four months mummy says," Orion said, a gleeful smile on his small face before a yawn breaks its way through.

"Okay, I think I need to get you to bed. It has been a long day. Follow me," Voldemort said as he stood and led his children to the family wing of the Manor.

He showed the children to some rooms, which surprisingly enough were actually their bedrooms in the future, and he laid Lyra in her bed, giving her forehead a light kiss as he did so. "If you need me, I presume you know where I will be. Goodnight," he told them before leaving them alone.

He knocked on the door to the room he had told Severus to put Harry in and when Severus called him in he entered to find Severus sitting next to Harry on the bed, spelling potions into the young mans' stomach. Severus glanced up at him, a weird look in his eyes.

"Where are the children?" Severus asked.

"I put them to bed, it has been a long day for them. How is he?"

Severus growled in response as he pointed sharply at the long sheath of parchment that listed Harry's medical history. It was the longest diagnosis that Voldemort had ever seen, and he had seen some long ones.

He read through it and his magic flared in anger at what had been done to this young man who was going to be the mother of his children apparently.

"He's my son," Severus whispered, still not quite sure what to feel over the situation, other than the obvious anger at Dumbledore.

Voldemort stared at Severus in shock, "What?"

"Harry is my son. I was pregnant, I gave birth on the same day Lily did. And Dumbledore took him from me, made me think my son was dead, but instead he placed my son with my childhood best friend, and my childhood enemy. He put my son with muggles he knew hated magic, hated Lily, hated Harry. He deliberately put my son with people he knew would abuse him, all the while letting me believe he was dead. He placed a dead baby in my arms and told me it was my son, even though I had, not an hour before that, held a perfectly alive baby in my arms. But the dead baby must have been the real Harry Potter. I want to know if Lily and James knew that Harry wasn't their Harry but my son. I need to know,"

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?"

"I was going to. But then I heard the prophecy, and I was due at the end of July. You were crazy, I didn't want you to hurt my child,"

"I'm sorry I hurt him," Severus nodded in acceptance of the apology as he banished Harry's shirt and started rubbing bruise salve on the blue and green that covered Harry's torso, "Were you actually going to name him Harry?"

"No, I was going to name him Xander, but it doesn't seem right now. He has lived sixteen years as Harry,"

"Who's his father?"

"Regulus,"

Voldemort nodded, not knowing what else to do.

"So, apparently Harry is pregnant again in the future. Well, when the kids came from anyhow. Due in four months. Although, I do believe they are hiding something. The oldest two gave each other a weird look when I asked if they had any other siblings,"

Severus looked shocked again, a hint of worry and suspicion in his eyes. Voldemort knew Severus was smart and thought things through quickly, he had to as a spy. He wanted to know what Severus thought on the matter.

"Maybe, something… happens, and they either can't tell you about it in case it destroys the future they know… Or they want to tell you but don't want to hurt you," Severus whispered the last part but Voldemort heard anyway. He cringed at the thoughts that went through his mind, "In any case, they are children, they might be here for a while and maybe they will let something slip. There is no point in worrying when we don't know everything,"

Voldemort conceded the point but he knew he was going to worry anyway, they were his children after all. If anything happened to them… well he didn't want to think of that.

They heard a small gasp and turned to look at Lyra who was looking up at her mother on the bed in shock. She had tears running down her face and she struggled to pull herself up on the bed to get a closer look at the bruised and battered body of Harry.

"What happened to mummy?" she croaked tiredly.

"He was hurt, little one. But I am healing him and he is going to be okay. What are you doing out of bed?" Severus said gently.

"Bad dream," she whimpered, snuggling into her fathers' arms as she watched Severus spread the salve over Harry's bruises and how they started to fade, even if the fading was slow.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Voldemort said, concerned.

"It's the same one as always, daddy," she said, "Is the baby going to be okay?" she asked, pointing to the bruises and cuts on her mothers' stomach in concern.

"Sweetie, this version of your mummy isn't having a baby. I am sure, when we find a way to send you and your siblings home that the baby will be just fine," Severus said gently, but Lyra just tilted her head to the side in confusion.

"What bad dream do you always have, Lyra?" Voldemort said, gently running his fingers through her soft black hair.

"You know, daddy. One with bad man,"

Voldemort and Severus shared a look of concern but didn't say anything, part of them hoping she would reveal more.

"Others have dream, too, but not as often as me," that is a tad more concerning, "Daddy, why do you look snakey?"

Severus looked at Voldemort confused, but Voldemort just grinned, "Do you want me to not look snakey?"

She nodded, "You said you only look snakey for minons. We aren't minons. What are minons?"

"Minions," Severus chuckled as he corrected her.

"That is what I said, nana," she said, confused, "Minons,"

Voldemort snorted and pulled out his wand, running it down himself to undo the glamour he wore in front of his minions so that he now looked like a thirty year old version of Tom Riddle, his eyes were still red, however.

"Is this better, little one?"

"Yes, daddy," she snuggled closer to him, if that was even possible, and Voldemort felt warmth and love spread through his soul.

They watched Severus continue to heal Harry in silence for about another 20 minutes before he stopped, taking a deep, shaky breath.

"I have done what I can for now. He will need to be on nutrient potions for a while, with every meal. I will also, at some point, need to break or remove all his mis-healed broken bones and correctly heal them or give him skele-gro before putting him on bone strengthening potions for a while. He will need to be awake for it, though, unfortunately," Severus said.

Voldemort nodded, not really knowing what to say, he tried to ignore the anger surging through him but he really just wanted to march back up to that school and kill the old man, and whoever Harry lived with.

"Can I hug mummy now?" Severus nodded and she gently collapsed on top of Harry, resting her head over his heart, "His heart is slower than normal," she whispered, fear in her trembling voice as more tears left her eyes and landed on Harry's chest in little pools.

"I know, sweetie. But that is because he lost a lot of blood. I gave him some blood replenisher though so his heart beat should pick up through the night," Severus told her, running his fingers through her hair gently.

"Will he be okay?"

"Yes, eventually. It might take a little while for him to be truly okay, though,"

"Can I sleep here with mummy and you tonight, daddy?"

Voldemort froze at her question, looking at Severus for guidance, but he just had a slight glare in his eyes, clearly not happy with the thought of his new found son sleeping with Voldemort so soon.

"I… erm-"

"It will help me sleep, like it always does when I have bad dream," she said, a sly little grin on her face when she noticed the awkwardness in him.

She even resorted to puppy dog eyes and he just couldn't resist, despite Severus glaring daggers in the side of his head.

"Okay, little one. Let me just transfigure mine and your mother's clothes into pyjamas and we can all get some sleep," he said, standing up and matching Severus' glare as the other man walked to the door.

"I will be back to check on Harry in the morning. Try not to hurt him in the meantime," Severus whispered to him before he left.

Voldemort sighed and turned to the bed, smiling slightly at the sight of his daughter slowly falling asleep on her mothers' chest. He transfigured his clothes into pyjamas and did the same to Harry's trousers before climbing into the bed, covering them all with the thin, yet warm blanket.

"G'night, daddy," Lyra whispered sleepily.

"Goodnight, little one," he whispered back, watching them both with awe in his heart.

It wasn't long before he joined his family in the land of sleep.

Hiya, I hope you are well!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I really love Young Princes and wanted to make my own version of it for a while now.

I have a Facebook group where we can chat about Harry Potter, fanfictions, share memes, talk about life and such and I would love it if you want to join. It is called Maraudering_Paige (my name on ao3) and I am more than happy to accept any of you into the group.

I hope you are having a lovely day.