Embracing His True Self
Chapter 85
"I've been hearing about your recent exploits," Voldemort commented, laying eyes on his partner for the first time in nearly a week. It's the longest he'd been gone, and he rather hoped it didn't have to happen again any time soon. Not that he'd admit to having missed Harry, his wit, the lack of fear and the conversation. "Word is that you used the killing curse." A wry smirk on his face.
"You're back, how did it go?" Harry asked, turning in his seat in time to see Voldemort approaching. Standing he grasped a hold of Voldemort's clothes and kissed him, passionately and ardently. When the need for air grew too great, he reluctantly parted but gazed a little dazed but expectantly on an answer.
Voldemort merely reeled him in again, "How about you answer my question first?" eyes greedy for more, information and time with Harry.
"Disappointed you didn't get to ah, see me pop that particular cherry?" green eyes gleaming in delight.
"Absolutely, yes," Voldemort replied immediately, he had never expected Harry to use that spell. When he'd tried to teach him it, Harry had given him hell, making it clear he would never use it. So, to hear and realize he had indeed was quite baffling, but he really should stop being surprised and baffled by anything Harry did.
He hadn't believed the few reports he'd gotten on that front. Until he had read about the case in the newspapers and radio. Masse had indeed been killed by the killing curse, it was all being written off as a break in gone wrong, a burglary, a home invasion, they needed to make up their minds. It had been 'well known' that they were supposed to be visiting the 'Dolohov's' after all. The house should have been empty, but instead they'd found Masse and his mistress/assistant. Speculation was that the mistress had been there and had been tortured for information on where the more valuable items were. Until Masse had made an appearance. Once they had all things of value, they'd killed them and left. They still didn't know how many perpetrators there were.
Lady Masse had remained at her ancestral estate 'grieving' the loss of her husband. Her grief may be feigned but her children's grief was very real. Despite Masse's shortcoming, he had been a wonderful father to them. Antonin wasn't about to let them go anywhere else, plus, the manor was shut off until the Aurors were finished.
"It's funny to see you wound up," Harry shrugged, not against admitting it.
Voldemort huffed in incredulous delight, somehow that answer didn't surprise him the least. "You're a secret Masochist, aren't you?"
"Really? I sort of see myself as a Sadist," Harry said wryly, thinking of the Dursley's, Figg and Umbridge in particular.
"Perhaps a bit of both," Voldemort conceded, "You were both careful?" the case didn't seem like it was going anywhere from what the reporters were picking up. The Aurors weren't stupid entirely, they wouldn't give away important information to the press. They could have something, and his contacts had nothing to do with this particular case.
"Yes, we wiped the scene, obliviated the House-elves and 'Antony' Dolohov and the entire family have an alibi." Harry confirmed, "I have nothing to do with the family, so I hardly think any suspicion will fall on me. The stuff I took…anything that might be heirlooms were destroyed and the every day items were handed to the folks in Knockturn Alley. They'll sell them on without drawing too much attention to themselves, and nobody will ever need know where they came from." Not that anyone had seen him, so the chances of anyone there pointing to him was impossible. The invisibility cloak of his was…indispensable. "How did the meeting go?"
"Disappointed that you weren't there," Voldemort began, sitting down, "They weren't subtle at all about their desire to see you with me. After negotiations were settled, I did promise them that a celebratory party was waiting in the wings, and they could meet you then."
"And the actual negotiations?" Harry asked, sitting himself back down, not quite going back to what he was doing.
"They were amendable to all of them, adding only two stipulations," Voldemort informed him, removing the scroll from his cloak pocket and setting it beside Harry's work. Which looked to be amendments to Knockturn Alley. "How goes your own project?" gesturing towards the paperwork.
Harry took the scroll of paperwork, unrolled it, as he absently spoke in a rush, "We managed to get them all agree to leave, they're all staying at the Leaky Cauldron. They're cheaper than Hogshead so there is that. They'll be able to afford their own food. I actually wanted to make more room for a garden around the properties, for chicken coops, vegetable gardens and maybe a green house. It would give them a way to make their own produce and save a bit more money. The neighbours in Knockturn alley…are very kind to each other. They help each other out, make sure nobody goes hungry…it's really beautiful to see." He admitted, glancing up at Voldemort, "Severus has suggested a greenhouse for herbs and such, let them begin their own businesses, says he'd buy from them."
Voldemort gave a blank look, "You're upgrading them so they'll have an upscale house or flat, for a very cheap price…now you're planning on buying them green houses and chicken coops? What's next?" his nose screwed up at Harry's generosity.
"The amount of properties that will be there are more than going to triple, no quad triple. In the end I'm going to be making more money, if a bit of kindness gets what I want, then I'll do it." Harry shrugged, "Plus, if they have ways to get food…less chance of any excuse for not paying their rent."
Voldemort clucked his tongue, a thoughtful look on his face, "How long are you going to house them in the Leaky Cauldron? Is it worth it given how many properties you actually have?"
"Oh, they're all in use, except for Godric's Hollow," Harry admitted, "That and Potter Manor I suppose, but I'm not letting anyone stay there. At least not until I've inspected every nook and cranny…" they were survivalists, they'd take his stuff in a heartbeat in order to feed their kids. It's not a chance he was willing to take when it came to Potter heirlooms. "No, I'd much rather just let them remain at the Leaky Cauldron."
"Yes, but given the amount of people…the Leaky Cauldron will be full, that price for months…you're actually better off buying the building." Voldemort snorted, shaking his head, just thinking about how much the price would be, Harry paying an extortionate amount of money to allow dozens upon dozens of families to live there until their homes were complete.
"I'm already looking into it; did you know that it belongs to the Longbottom Estate?" Harry said, still amazed. "Well 51 percent of it, the rest belongs to the McKinnon family."
"Somehow that doesn't surprise me," nor was he surprised that Harry was actually looking into it already.
"Yes, according to Mark McKinnon the Abbott's have shown an interest in it," Harry said wryly, "Hannah Abbott's family, ironic really, considering her and Neville are dating."
"Have you spoken to Longbottom about acquiring it?" Voldemort asked, picking up the blueprints, and giving it a once more, indeed, Harry was already requesting communal gardens for those in the flats and private gardens for those in houses.
"I'm meeting with him and Hannah this afternoon," Harry sighed, stretching out, "I honestly, didn't expect you back until this weekend."
"Yes, I expected it as well, but as I said the negotiations went smoothly." Voldemort answered, "I do hope you've made no plans for after dinner, tonight you're mine."
"I had just planned an early night; Severus has been brewing all week and Rabastan finally got him to take a break. They're going out for the night, somewhere in Switzerland of all places? And Barty is going to propose to Hermione…he thinks I don't know." Harry snorted, shaking his head in amusement.
Voldemort's eyes widened, "Rabastan's family has a ski lodge in Zermatt," waving away that particular explanation. "Are you sure Barty is about to propose?" yes, Barty had relationships, but never anything serious. He was older now he supposed, after a decade in Azkaban quite a few of his followers did indeed just want a quiet unencumbered life.
Harry smirked, "He thought he was all subtle about the ring, honestly, how did he get to be so far in your circle?" admittedly he had sneaked a peek at the engagement ring, it was beautiful and he knew Hermione well, it wasn't ostentatious. Of course, when Harry asked why he'd bought one…Barty said the only one he would have given Hermione was his mom's, but she died on the island it was probably buried with her. He added it wouldn't have fitted her personality anyway. 'way to showy' he'd replied.
He was quite correct on that front, he had realized, upon seeing the ring in one of the pictures Barty still had of his mother.
"And she feels the same in turn?" his tone of voice filled with doubt.
"Oh, she doesn't know the truth," Harry laughed, shaking his head, "Fucking hell, I warned him, there's no way she'd accept him. I've told him this is his second chance. Different name, different Identity, to let the past lie. If he wants her anyway, I think…she will never really be free of Dumbledore's influence no matter how much she wishes she can be." She was the epitome of a light witch.
"Nothing has touched her, not really," Voldemort mused thoughtfully, "It's only natural that she remains set in her convictions. Only if something personally happens will it possibly change her outlook, but I do believe Barty would do all he could to prevent anything happening." If he wanted to marry her then yes, he definitely would. When proposing marriage, it was a big deal, they made oaths and promises they intend to keep.
Not everyone was like Masse. Fortunately. Otherwise there would be a lot of more dead wizards strewn across the wizard.
"You know, for someone who hasn't met her, you have her character spot on." Harry said wryly, nabbing his blueprints back. Finishing the additional scribbles that he wanted. The blueprints were two-way. The guys that will be doing the work had a set, and when it was all added professionally and accepted then the changes would occur. They didn't seem to mind the last-minute things he insisted on. Then again, why would they? It probably happened all the time.
"I may not have met her but I do recall her from your memories," Voldemort admitted seriously. "She's blind to her faults, blind to other people's faults, and has a strong constitution and the belief that she's always right don't go well together."
Harry blinked, "Oh, I forgot about that," Harry said in bemusement. "She's not as bad as she used to be. Dumbledores'…fall from grace and losing what she saw as a genuine friendship was eye-opening for her."
"It might not have been much of a genuine friendship to begin with, but there were parts of the girl you liked." Voldemort pointed out, that much was clear from the memories.
"Meh," Harry conceded the point, his blue prints glowing orange as the amendments were approved and saw through. Glancing at them, eyeing all the changes he nodded his absent approval. "Compared to Barty and some of the others…it wasn't ever a real friendship…how could it be when I was hiding the majority of my own personality?"
Voldemort nodded, that he understood, he had hidden his true personality from the rest of Hogwarts. The only people who saw the real him were his Knights of the Walpurgis. None of them had been real friends, just followers. Except of course, Lestrange, he was probably as close as one could get to a friend he'd had back in the day. "Did it amuse you every day while they swarmed around you thinking you Merlin incarnate?" devilish amusement coating his voice.
"Towards the end, I guess," Harry shrugged, utterly indifferent, "I was too worried that everyone could actually see through it and was just indulging me." Too worried Dumbledore would catch on and stop him escaping when the time was right. The only way he was going to feel amused or calm was after he got away from under Dumbledore's thumb. He wasn't one for counting his chickens…turned out he shouldn't have worried after all.
He'd gotten his freedom, a hell of a lot sooner than anticipated.
"What time are you meeting up with Longbottom?" Voldemort changed the subject as Harry tapped the blueprints with his wand. Locking in the changes, declaring that they could begin because he was satisfied.
"Still an hour and a half," Harry answered, "You should be free since we didn't expect you back…" standing and plonking himself on Voldemort's lap, green eyes gleaming, "We have exactly an hour to ourselves…"
"And what exactly did you have in mind?" Voldemort asked, his arms snaking around Harry's middle as he straddled him. He'd missed this, the closeness, sure if he so much as indicated he wanted someone, they'd be in his bed quicker than lightening. There would still be an underlying sense of fear. Everyone knew he wasn't someone to be trifled with after all.
Harry just gave him a look that suggested he was an idiot; what did he think they were going to get up to? "A walk around the manor grounds?" he asked sarcastically.
Voldemort just smirked and shook his head, there was a time where he would have cursed anyone for taking to him like that. Then again, he'd been unhinged, unmoored, more like unanchored really. Now though? He was stable, winning and so close to reaching every single one of his goals.
He was prepared for anything, even anything unexpected, but with his greatest adversary out of the picture…it would be mostly smooth sailing…and his thoughts were abruptly cut off, as Harry ground their clothed groins together, as he was passionately kissed, he'd certainly come along way from the shy lovely minx he used to be. More confident in the relationship, on what he could and couldn't do. Not that there was much he couldn't do. At least Harry hadn't fully outright kissed him during a meeting…although he suspected it was only a matter of time. He was content to push all boundaries possible.
He hungrily reciprocates without hesitation, hand sliding under Harry's clothes, touching everywhere he could with ardent possessiveness. Fingernails scraping down his back in retaliation for the hard grind that almost had him wincing. Instead he held tight demanding everything Harry had to give.
Pulling back, gasping for breath, green eyes glazed with desire, Harry made a reedy sound. Before Voldemort's long thin hands reeled him back in, utterly dominating the kiss, wresting control from him, if he'd ever had it at all. Gasping when his lower lip was bit just as a knock at the door interrupted them.
The door opened, only for the poor unfortunate soul to freeze at the sound of Harry's voice.
"The manor better be on fire!" Harry snarled, "Or better yet you dying!"
Voldemort only barely managed to stop himself from laughing in sheer devilish amusement. The look on the interloper's face was just hilarious, it seemed Harry had his followers more afraid of him, than they were of Voldemort himself. Which just wouldn't do at all.
Even with glazed eyes, red puffy lips and ruffled, if they hadn't been interrupted, there would have been no doubt what he had been up to.
"My Lords," he squeaked, bowing low, so low in fact they could see his neck. Clearly terrified of the reprisals that may come his way.
Harry gave Voldemort a look before huffing in annoyance, "Fine," he grumbled, as he clambered off Voldemort, the Dark Lord grunting as he made sure to grind his knee in retaliation for not sending the Death Eater away and probably the bite too. He glared heatedly at his partner; he was on very thin ice.
"If anyone interrupts us tonight, you'll get to see me using the Killing curse personally!" Harry grumbled, causing the Death Eater to freeze.
Voldemort chuckled, "I'll ensure we are not interrupted," he promised.
"You better," Harry sighed, shifting his cloak to cover his very…very hard problem. "I'll finally get a decent sleep." He added as an afterthought. He had gotten so used to sharing a bed with Voldemort that the nightmares had kept him awake. Just stupid worries of something happening to either of them, the worst one was Dumbledore succeeding in giving him that potion and the things he'd done under it. Merlin, he hadn't slept after that.
Voldemort's eyes softened a little, giving a nod, before his masks were back up full force. That statement was…not only interesting but it said a lot. It seemed his partner had struggled to sleep this past week. Yes, he had gotten astonishingly used to Harry's presence that it was odd to sleep without him – but not impossible – but clearly it had been so for Harry.
Harry made his way out of the office, the Death Eater stepping aside, refusing to even glance up, trepidation written across his face. Both at the face of Harry…and what the Dark Lord might still do to him now they were alone.
He did jump out of his skin when the door closed even if it was lightly done. Every sound…sounded abnormally loud.
"Now, what's going on?" Voldemort demanded to know, getting straight to business seemed to calm the wizard before him.
"Master a Mister Potter is at the wards?" the Dolohov house-elf said, trembling a little before her Master.
Antonin was surprised to hear that; he wasn't even aware the boy knew where he lived. "Pop him straight here, thank you, Lia,"
Lia squeaked – as she had been for the past week or so – before bowing and leaving. Her Master had been very odd this past week with her, actually thanking her for all tasks he put to her. She wasn't used to it, and she wondered when the shoe would drop so to speak. Not that she wanted shoes to drop – or clothes – she'd rather not be free.
Antonin sighed, wondering when the House-elves would stop their incessant squeaking when he thanked them. Ever since Harry had spoken…he'd realized how handy House-elves could be. So, he was being kind with an ulterior motive, but it was still no less a kindness they weren't used to.
"Harry Potter? As in The Harry Potter?" youngest niece asked, eyes wide with astonishment.
"He is indeed," Antonin nodded to his seven-year-old niece, it was like being back in time, she was the double of his sister. Cute child, which was a good thing, a lot of the pureblood women…weren't exactly pretty which made finding a partner next to impossible. His sister had already strong armed him into never making a betrothal or marriage contract for any of her kids.
Harry was popped in with the House-elf causing the youngsters to gawk.
"Hey, how you doing?" Harry said smiling at Anthea, who looked startled at being spoken to first or at all perhaps?
Anthea glanced at Antonin but he hardly looked surprised or put out, "Better," she replied, giving him a small tense smile. Naturally her children had no idea, and she didn't want them to.
"Are you really Harry Potter?" a blonde-haired little girl asked, yanking at his cloak, staring up at him dolefully.
Anthea stiffened, worried about the reaction he'd have to the question.
Harry knelt down so that he was face to face with the girl. "I am indeed," he said with a grin. Showing her his scar with a wink. "And who might you be?"
"I'm Melissa Masse!" she crowed beaming in delight, a stark contract to how she'd been just moments ago. "My daddy died." Her good mood plummeting.
"I know, sweet one," Harry murmured softly, "Your daddy loved you and I'm sure he wouldn't want you to be sad all the time."
"He liked to see me smile," she confided nodding, her blue eyes wide and earnest.
"Then you make sure to smile for him," Harry declared, "It's very nice to meet you," he added, shaking her hand watching her light up in delight at not being treated like a baby. "How about you introduce me to everyone?"
"I'll do that," Antonin replied, unable to quell some of the ways he'd been raised with. "Why don't you eat your lunch?"
Melissa scrambled off, giving Harry a wave goodbye.
"My sister you know," Antonin began, "This is my brother Denniston, and his son Ralph Dolohov."
Harry blinked, "Bloody hell, if it wasn't for the age difference…you'd look like twins."
Denniston who had been wary to the bone laughed, some of the fear he'd had of being judged for being a squib disappeared. "Yeah, I knew he was related to me the second I saw him…"
"They obliviated you as well?" Harry asked, scowling in distaste. "Too bad they aren't alive; I'd like to very much see them in Azkaban. There's something fundamentally wrong with fucking with someone's memories."
The kids gasped dramatically, "Oooo, you swore!"
"You said a bad word!"
'Sorry' Harry mouthed to Anthea; he wasn't used to censoring himself at all.
"Not used to being around kids, huh?" Denniston deduced.
"Not at all," Harry admitted ruefully.
"Do you want them?" Anthea queried.
"I certainly won't be having any," Harry admitted wryly.
"Why's that?" Denniston asked, watching Harry watch the kids eat.
"Coffee? Something to eat?" Antonin asked as he sat down again.
"I'll take a coffee," Harry agreed, "My partner will not be able to get pregnant and most certainly won't want me being pregnant."
Antonin stiffened, Merlin, it felt weird hearing his Lord spoken to or about in such a way.
"An arranged marriage?" Anthea asked sympathetically, and Merlin, Antonin wished he'd told her everything.
Harry laughed as he accepted the cup, "Hel..ck no, I'm the last of my line…there's nobody to enforce a marriage contract for me. No, but it is private though." Refusing to say more.
"Thank you for bringing our sister back," Denniston said, "It will be good for Ralph to have a woman in his life…" the loss of his wife still aching, by the look of pain on his face. He was no longer having to work through it alone, he had his family again now. Ralph actually had cousins he could play with.
Harry smiled wryly, "You're welcome."
Harry spent the next hour and fifteen minutes getting to know the rest of the Dolohov's. Well, technically the majority of them were Masses' to be fair. Antonin slowly relaxed more as he worked out that the Dark Lord didn't need him and Harry wasn't wanting anything.
Although he was still wondering long after Harry left, why he'd come in the first place. It wasn't as if they'd ever been close…was that what it was like to have a friend?
"Hello, I'm here to see Neville," Harry spoke as the House-elf made an appearance at the edge of the wards. The Fidelius Charm had been taken down, but the wards were as strong as ever, by the feel of them. Neville had indeed been busy, either that or his gran.
"Master Longbottom has been expecting you, follow me Lord Black-Potter." The House-elf said cheerfully, before turning and walking.
Harry found himself at the back of Longbottom Manor, an elaborate lunch spread out. Only Neville was there at the moment, moving he clasped Neville on the shoulder, smiling at him with genuine happiness. "How are you doing? Where's Hannah?" he asked as he sat down.
"Good!" Neville said, chipper, his entire face filled with sheer happiness. "It's…the…the potion…it's working." He whispered in awe; what Harry had done for him…he'd never be able to repay. The money his gran had handed over was nothing in the grand scheme of things. He'd have paid every penny of his inheritance to see talk to his parents, even just once. Swallowing thickly, he added, "They spoke, only a few words…but they actually spoke." Eyes gleaming with unshed tears, overwhelmed with this latest upheaval in his life, but this time it was a good one.
Harry smiled, satisfaction coursing through him, he had every right to feel smug. He'd created a potion that Potion Master's had failed to be able to create for decades. "I did have a little help,"
Neville grimaced but nodded, well aware, their names were plastered across the potion information as its creators. Which had a whole list of possible side effects, and everything that would happen as the potion progressed throughout its course. He'd never like Snape, but he'd always be grateful, needless to say mixed emotions.
"No Hannah?" Harry queried.
Neville paused, looking squirrely as hell, before replying, "No, she had something else come up."
Harry huffed quietly, "You don't trust me," he realized, it could be the only reason why he'd not want her there. Hurt panged through Harry, he had hoped…Merlin, he'd hoped nothing would have changed…he didn't seem to mind. How stupid of him, he'd known he'd ultimately lose Neville because of his switch in sides.
"What? Of course, I do!" Neville protested, "It's just…"
"Just what?" Harry demanded to know when Neville trailed off, and didn't elaborate on why.
"I don't want her to know," Neville revealed honestly, "I didn't think you'd actually want her to know either…"
Harry closed his eyes praying for patience, "Know what?" he gazed expectantly at the wizard, hiding his annoyance.
"You've chosen the dark side," Neville pointed out, "You've…gone dark."
"See, this is the problem," Harry sighed, suddenly bone achingly tired, "The light versus dark, magic is magic Neville. I understand what happened to your parents was awful, fuck, but come on…you know me, you've known me for years. Just because I'm practicing dark magic doesn't make me evil." He pressed out, hurt plastering across his face.
Neville squirmed uncomfortably; guilt painted across his face. "You joined Voldemort."
"Listen to me, Neville, the war has ended, Voldemort is dead, there will be no raids, no needless deaths." Harry stated firmly, leaning forward a seriously look on his face. "No more orphans, but those who want the old ways back…will fight to get it, but fight politically."
Seeing as he wasn't getting through to Neville he added, "Do you have any idea how close Muggles are to finding out about us if we don't do something?"
"What are you talking about?" Neville asked, scoffing a little, there was no way Muggles could possibly find out about them. They'd been in hiding for a long time and nothing had happened.
"Muggles have CCTV camera's in nearly every street corner, it's like live versions of Pensieve's…one wrong Apparation and magic will be exposed. Then you'll not have to worry about your damn fear of another war with Voldemort. We'll have a war on our hands we can't win when the Muggles come at us with bombs and destroys our way of life!"
Neville paled, shaking his head a little, "I…that's impossible,"
"Don't believe me? Ask Luna." Harry stated, "You need to get out of this dark Vs light mindset that Dumbledore encouraged." His frustration evident, "It's dividing our world when we need to work together for the betterment of all magical society."
Neville just gaped, heart pounding…it came from Luna? Suddenly he was paying a whole lot more attention.
"I've done everything to correct past mistakes, now I'm sorry if my decisions are causing you anguish…but I have to do what is right for me. Just remember, Neville…dark doesn't mean evil." Harry told him, standing up, he was done.
"Wait, um…why did you actually come?" Neville asked, still reeling over what had just been revealed, he needed to talk to Luna and soon. Unfortunately, she was still at her boyfriends, her dad had gone home, so it wasn't as though she came here often to see her dad.
Harry turned back around, face blank, "I wanted to buy out your shares of the Leaky Cauldron. I have families from Knockturn Alley living there and will be there for the foreseeable future while I get rid of the buildings and have someone build new ones." He revealed honestly.
Neville blinked, "I…you'll need to go through Gran…she controls the estate until I turn seventeen."
"I see," Harry nodded, he should have thought of that.
"I'll get gran to talk to our lawyer," Neville told him, "After everything you've done for us…I don't mind selling it." Hannah would be disappointed, she wanted to run it, but he'd build her a new one if need be.
Harry smiled, a little bitterness in it, "Thanks," hell, when Neville found out who he and Luna were seeing…it was game over anyway. There was no way Neville would be able to accept it, they might be able to be acquaintances but not friends.
He'd accepted it, but with how friendly their last meeting had been…he'd stupidly thought nothing had changed. Turning again he walked away, pausing when he heard Neville speak again.
"Harry? I really am sorry,"
Harry sighed, "I know, Neville, it's okay," he called loudly, before walking again, leaving Longbottom manor. Possibly for the last time.
Harry shook his head, no matter, he might be a little disappointed but he had friends who actually didn't give a shit about his side. Who could see what light vs dark was doing more damage than good. Hopefully the next generation wouldn't be manipulated into believing it. Surely, they wouldn't preach any of Dumbledore's belief's after everything they'd learned about the old fool?
No matter, they'd learn the truth of it while at Hogwarts…all of them would.
He'd make it so they wanted to live in the magical world, one step at a time, while his partner created alliances, got everyone working together while the Death Eaters dealt with the magical government to safeguard their future.
He'd wipe out every trace of Dumbledore from history.
As he apparated back home, he wondered how it was going between Barty and Hermione.
A/N – Want to see the scene between Barty and Hermione? Or just the outcome? Do you want to see more chapters of this as they safeguard the magical world? I mean it's really just world building but if you want to I'd be happy to write it…I just don't want you all to get bored! Will Tom and Harry use a surrogate to have a child or will they be happy without any? Because the next generation and weddings are coming up…you all ready to read through it? I mean hell, there's hardly going to be any real action now :D heh anyway R&R please!