Chapter 21

Dark Lord's Revelation

As Harry said, he wrote a letter to Viktor, a long letter explaining almost everything that the man missed because of Dumbledore. He had Draco hanging over his shoulder the entire time, and though at first, he found the Alpha's jealousy cute, but it quickly became irritable as Draco started to comment. "Why are you telling him that? Krum doesn't need to know about that!" "Harry, my pet, please don't tell him about our time in my manor!" "You misspelled odious."

Finally, Harry forced Draco to calm down by slamming his quill down and kissing his Alpha, pushing him towards Harry's bed before leaving him breathless, "I'm almost done Draco," Harry purred. "If you be a good Alpha, I'll be your cute little boywife tonight and put silencing spells on my bed curtains."

"Riddle," Draco said warningly though he looked highly amused. He stayed on Harry's bed, watching his boy amused as Harry finished his letter. Harry took his time to roll it up and seal it before putting it in his nightstand drawer. The bedcurtains closed themselves and with a cheeky wave, Harry applied a silencing charm and began undressing. "Was that so hard?" he chuckled.

"I'll show you hard," Draco growled and pulled Harry to him.

Halloween was the next day, and as it was also a Hogsmeade weekend. Harry and Draco decided to spend the entire day together, window shopping from store to store with no real goal in mind. They stopped in Honeydukes to resupply on chocolates and treats, licorice wands, and pumpkin pastries before moving on to the next shop, munching away as they walked. They talked mostly about nothing, sometimes classes before approaching how their lives would be like now that Dumbledore is, for the moment, out of the picture in Hogwarts. Harry found himself excited, something he never thought he would feel about the old headmaster's disappearance, but after what he has done over the summer and the two months, not to mention his entire life, Harry just couldn't wait to get rid of him permanently.

They entered the Three Broomsticks only to stop in their tracks at a very startling scene. Ron was sitting with Terry Boot in the back corner of the pub in a booth, or rather Terry Boot was sitting on Ron's lap as they attempted to suffocate each other with their tongues down the other's throat. Harry's cheeks immediately redden, and he stepped towards his Alpha. "Is that what we look like when we kiss?" he asked.

"No, we are much more graceful," Draco said rather stiffly, "however if you want to compare notes, there is an empty booth right next to them."

"No," Harry said flatly. "I am not going to make out with you just because Ron is doing it with Terry Boot." He found a booth that was out of Ron and Terry's sight and pulled his Alpha there. Draco went to get their drinks and Harry waited, not wanting to interrupt or make Ron's date with Terry, which looked going pretty well considering the tongue war they were having. The blond returned with two bottles of butterbeer and after a couple of sips, Harry started to relax and the two went on as normal.

Harry waited to make sure that Ron and Terry left without either seeing them before he even thought about returning to Hogwarts. It was half an hour more when they did so, and the two took their time, separating almost sadly once they were in the Great Hall for dinner. However, Harry wasn't too sad about not eating dinner with Draco, for this left plenty of time for him and Hermione to ask Ron about his date.

"So, how did it go?" Harry asked, "you and Terry."

"Great!" Ron grinned. "I thought it was going to be awkward, you know, but one thing let to another, we talked a lot and uh, we gave each other a small kiss at the end."

Is that what you call a small kiss? Harry thought mentally but smiled.

"That's great Ron, we're happy for you," Hermione said, Harry, nodding along.

"I'm happy too, really happy," Ron smiled, "especially because I won our drinking contest! Terry bet that he could drink more butterbeer than me! I had twenty bottles and he had only eighteen."

"Ron!" Hermione gasped, looking at him like a very stern mother would look at a naughty child. "Honestly, that is what you do?"

"It was Terry's idea!" Ron said defensively. "Besides, he told me that he could eat more than me! I had to prove him wrong! It was like an Alpha thing!"

"No it's called having little manners," Hermione huffed. "You're just lucky that Boot liked that."

"He apparently liked it a lot," Harry muttered, the image of the omega on Ron's lap seared into his mind. He shook his head and cleared his throat, "Anyway Hermione, what did you do all day with Ron and I not bothering you?"

"Ginny and I went shopping for a little bit, I uh… talked with her, and I think she's starting to get around the idea of you and Malfoy, Harry," Hermione said. "That and everything that is coming out about Professor Dumbledore." She looked nervous, as though she was stepping on eggshells.

Harry frowned, remembering the arguments he and Ginny had during the summer. She and he have avoided each other since then. "If she wants to apologize, I would rather she does it in person rather than through someone, I'm sorry, Hermione," he said.

"I'm not apologizing for her, but, I can understand where she is coming from a little bit," Hermione said. Harry frowned. Understand where she was coming from? Ginny did nothing but yell and complain and argue with Harry the entire time he was at the Burrow!

"Just make her say it to me, not anyone else," he muttered and shrugged the Ginny issue away.

The issue of Ginny was not brought up again afterward and Harry found, without Dumbledore around, he could strangely relax even more so. His father has written to him about the trial, telling Harry that there was a date set for the end of November, and more importantly that the weekend before the trial, Voldemort will bring Harry home in order to properly prepare.

"As well as one more thing," the letter concluded, "Remus and I have important news to tell you before the trial. And you and I have important news to tell Remus. It is time to put an end to Voldemort, Harrison, but before that, Remus deserves to know the truth from both of us. It will be difficult, but I know that we both can work through it."

His father wanted to tell Remus that he was Voldemort. The thought scared Harry if he was being honest. His father did horrible things, that much was true, but Harry did not know if Remus could work past those like Harry has. He'll try to make the man see reason, see his father for the loving man that he is and not the maniac that his followers believe him to be! He'll tell Remus about his research, about his father's loss of sanity—all of it! It'll be hard but Harry was sure that he could convince Remus. Besides, his father was throwing Lord Voldemort away. The Dark Lord will go away, no longer needed.

With this in mind, Harry found himself standing in Professor McGonagall's office on Saturday morning, waiting for his father to appear through the fireplace. The clock struck ten exactly and the fireplace flared with green fire, and Harry's father stepped through standing just as tall and handsome as Harry remembered. "Good morning, Professor McGonagall, hello Harrison."

"Hello dad," Harry smiled.

"Mr. Riddle," Professor McGonagall said, her voice a little strained.

Voldemort smiled at her, "Professor McGonagall, there is no need to be tense. As we have spoken about, my irk and the trial on Monday is solely on Dumbledore, not Hogwarts."

"I know, even still this is bad business, Mr. Riddle," Professor McGonagall said. She looked at Harry, "I expect you have all of your assignments your professors have given you completed before you come back on Monday after the trial, Mr. Riddle," she said. "I will see you then."

Voldemort nodded and turned to Harry. "Come along, Harrison," he said, indicating the fire which still burned a bright green. Harry shouldered his bag and walked into the fire. He felt like he was falling immediately, and hating travel by floo, he closed his eyes until his feet felt solid ground a moment later, opening his eyes to see a handsome living room where Remus was waiting anxiously.

"Harry! It's been forever," the man said, rushing to hug Harry. "How have you been?"

"Okay but nervous," Harry answered honestly. "Um, Remus… how are you?"

Remus smiled, "Okay but nervous," he said. "Your father and I, we have some news for you—but you should settle down first, have you been home before? Tom told me that he spent the summer renovating it."

"No, I haven't," Harry said, "Dad and I spent the summer at the Malfoys."

"Then you should go settle in your room, Harrison," Voldemort said from behind both Omegas. The fire died as he walked through, looking down at both men proudly. "Follow me, Harrison, I'll show you."

"Okay," Harry nodded.

Voldemort took the lead as he led the two out of the living room into a small hallway that led to a cozy front room with stairs leading towards the second floor. Up the stairs, Voldemort turned left and opened a door at the end of the walkway. "Should be simple enough to remember," he said. "I detest the Malfoy's need for endless hallways to show a presume wealth and class. Too many rooms with not enough uses. Here is your room, Harrison, and next to it is your bathroom." He pointed to the door on the room's right. "There should be a door in your room leading directly in as well. We'll leave you to unpack, meet us downstairs when you are ready."

"Okay Dad, and it's great to see you again Remus," Harry smiled.

His room was almost the size of his entire dormitory in Gryffindor Tower. There was a queen-sized four-poster bed with dark green curtains pressed against the wall with two small nightstands on either side. There was a wardrobe that was large enough for Harry to step inside, all the clothes from his wardrobe in Malfoy Manor somehow already neatly put away in there, as well as some new clothes. Next to the wardrobe were dressers with more clothes, underwear, socks, simple shirts, and the like, and opposite them, under a window, was a desk and a bookcase waiting to be filled.

Harry dumped his bag onto the desk and did his best to make it look somewhat organized before leaving, wanting to return to his father and Remus immediately.

He found them in the living room, lounging on a sofa. Remus was leaning against Voldemort, reading a book as Voldemort did his best to relax, however, Harry saw his eyes shift around. Harry realized that this was the first time he ever saw the Dark Lord nervous, maybe because of what he and Harry had to tell Remus. He only hoped that Remus would take it well. His eyes met with Voldemort's and his father shook his head.

Not now, the nonverbal message said. Voldemort glanced down at Remus and stroked his hair lovingly. "Remus, puppy, we should tell Harrison the good news."

"Good news?" Harry asked, looking between the two of them. Did he already know? Remus sat up a little taller and smiled at Harry.

"Great news, actually," Remus said, glancing between Harry and Voldemort. "Harry, I know the age difference will be a little weird however… you're going to be an older brother."

Harry blinked. He gawked at the two of them, his mind whirling. He didn't know—he still didn't know but now, now there's a baby? His first feeling was happiness for the couple before a strange pride at the fact that he's going to become an older brother. However, Remus still didn't know, and it would be strange to Harry when he and Draco finally have a child that their own child would be closer in age to his younger sibling than he is to the unborn baby. His worries and uncertainties were swept away as soon as they came, and Harry smiled at the lucky couple.

"That's great," he said honestly. "I'm really happy for you two."

"Thank you, Harry," Remus said. "I know that it'll be weird for you, there's going to be a huge age gap between you and your younger sibling, but still, your father and I are very excited to have them."

"Do you know the gender?" Harry asked.

"It's too early for that," Remus said.

"Do you uh… do you have a preferred…" Harry found himself floundering over the question. Remus gave him an understanding smile.

"We talked about it, and honestly we do not care what gender our child is, we're going to love them as fully and openly as possible, right Tom?"

"Of course, my puppy," Voldemort said, kissing Remus's cheek. "I will love our precious child just as I love you and Harrison. If not being more so protective, no offense, Harrison."

Harry just shrugged and nodded, his smile never faltering. "Do you have names?"

"We have a few ideas," Voldemort hummed, "however nothing concrete." Harry nodded and found that his mind quickly drawn a blank. He looked at the two and bit his lower lip.

"Um, what about a wedding?" he asked, his cheeks blushing. "Remus only still has your bonding necklace, right?"

Voldemort chuckled and glanced at Remus. "We should punish Harrison," he sighed dramatically, "He ruined your Christmas present."

"Y-you were going to propose on Christmas?" Remus asked, shocked.

"Of course, my puppy," Voldemort said he leaned in close so only Remus could hear, "I had the entire day planned from morning to when we're in bed together. Now Harrison spoiled the most important part."

"Oh," Harry said awkwardly, looking between the two. "Um… sorry."

Remus just stared at Voldemort in shock while the man shrugged. "It is fine, my son," he said. He turned to look at Remus and smirked, "I'll just have to make my proposal even grander than what I was planning on previously, is that good for you, Remus?"

"Y-Yeah," the Omega said, looking at lost for words. Voldemort smiled and kissed him.

"Harrison, why don't you go and try to complete your assignments?" Voldemort said in a tone that left no room for argument. "I'll be right back, Remus." The two stood up and as soon as they left, Voldemort said, "After dinner. Do not bring it up until then."

"Okay, Dad," Harry nodded. He did not know how to really feel. He was happy for the couple, but he also felt awkward and a dangerous anticipation about the upcoming revelation. Harry returned to his room and somehow he was able to focus on his work. He finished almost half of the work his professors gave him by the time dinner came around. He was mostly done with an essay Professor McGonagall assigned when Remus knocked on his door for dinner. They went downstairs to see a spread of food on the dining room table, Voldemort already sitting at the head of the table. Harry and Voldemort's eyes met, and Voldemort shook his head. After dinner, not during, was Harry's guess on what he meant.

The food was delicious, and that was the only reason that Harry could stomach it as the anxiety twisted in knots inside him. How will Remus take it? Will he be understanding? Will he try to take Harry away from his father? Attack them both? Harry didn't want to see either man hurt, especially with Remus pregnant. Every time an awful thought popped into his head, Harry shoved more food inside his mouth.

At least dinner was good.

When the three have eaten their full, Voldemort stood up with a heavy sigh, "Remus, there is something that Harrison and I need to tell you," he began. "This is very important; it is the last secret I have and the true reason that Dumbledore went after me."

"Tom? Are you okay?" Remus asked, obviously worried. "What are you talking about?"

Voldemort glanced between the two Omegas. Here seemed a fine place as ever. He looked nervous as he looked between Remus and Harry. "I'm talking about who I am, who the rest of the world knows me as," Voldemort said.

Remus frowned. "What do you mean?"

Voldemort took a breath and looked at Harry. "As you know, I have been studying the Dark Arts all my life, both for research and practical use. During my studies, I have started to gain a gathering, fellow wizards who wish to use the Dark Arts but for the wrong means. I sought to advance the study of magic while these people wanted domination. They started to do actions, horrible actions, in my name. However I did not care, I was too focused on my research, and later on, Adrian, to care what they did. A war started in my name, and I did not care. Then Harrison was born, and my Adrian passed away. I wanted the war to end, it was no place to raise a child. But then Harrison was stolen, and I slipped into insanity. I've done terrible things, unthinkable things, which I had no remorse for. I had no sense of myself, as Tom Riddle, I have transformed completely into the monster people feared, the ruthless leader the Death Eaters rallied for. I've become Lord Voldemort."

The silence that followed killed Harry. Remus's face slowly fell as realization stricken him until he stared at Voldemort with absolute horror. "You… you're the Dark Lord?" he whispered, begging for Voldemort to say that it was all a joke. He shook his head, "No. No this is a horrible joke, Tom. You can't be—you can't!" He looked between the two of them, his eyes falling on Harry. "Harry, this has to be a joke! The Dark Lord—he killed your parents! He caused Sirius's death! This is a joke, please tell me this is a sick joke!"

"It's hard," Harry said, his voice heavy with emotions. He found that he was starting to get teary-eyed just as Remus was. "I didn't want to believe it at first as well… but it's true. My dad is the Dark Lord."

Remus shuddered. He stared at Voldemort, who stared at him remorsefully. "I did not mean to—"

"Shut up," Remus snarled, stepping out of his chair and away when Voldemort tried to reach for him. "Just shut up! You… you ruined everything. You killed my friends! You freed my Alpha's murderer!"

"Remus, puppy, please—"

"No! You wanted to destroy the world!" Remus yelled.

"Remus it's not like that," Harry said quickly, not wanting them both to leave. "My father doesn't want any of this—he hates what the Death Eaters turned his research into!"

"How can you defend him?" Remus demanded. "Harry after everything he has done to you! All the times he tried to kill you!"

"I'm not saying he's perfect but he's my father," Harry said, glancing at Voldemort. "He's the only family I have left."

"I am your family! The Weasleys are your family!" Remus yelled. Harry flinched and stood up as well. He didn't want to yell, he felt that it would ruin everything. He tried to take a breath and control himself.

"Yes but he is my father," Harry said, indicating towards Voldemort. "I know he did terrible things; believe me I do. But we worked through it, it sounds terrible, but I can forgive him—"

"Forgive him Sirius's death!? Forgive him Lily and James's? Harry this monster is the reason why you lived with those horrible muggles! Why you were forced to endure the Dursleys' abuse!"

"DUMBLEDORE DID THAT!" Harry yelled; his temper lost. "DUMBLEDORE STOLE ME AND—"

"Dumbledore did not make your father kill Lily and James!" Remus yelled back. "Dumbledore did not free Bellatrix Lestrange! Dumbledore did not tell Wormtail to kill Cedric Diggory! Dumbledore did not cause all the death that surrounds us! He did!" He jabbed a finger at Voldemort. "This evil, disgusting monster!"

Voldemort frowned at that, looking visibly dejected.

"Do not call my father that!" Harry snarled. "You're lucky to—"

"Harrison!" Voldemort said, having enough of his two Omegas arguing. He looked at the two, Harry met his eyes, but Remus looked away, crying. "Remus," he said, putting every feeling of sorrowful melancholy into his voice. "I regret everything I have done in the last fifteen years. I am not excusing what I have done. The grief of losing both Adrian and Harrison has brought me down to a level of insanity and despair that only meddling recklessly into the Dark Arts can bring. I have lost my mind, my goal, and my sense of being. I cannot excuse what I have done but I can repent. Already I've started to take steps to get rid of the Death Eaters. The most dangerous will return to Azkaban where they belong, the others who are not as dangerous will still be punished, however, they will not suffer a life in Azkaban. Only the Malfoys are being forgiven fully because of Harrison, and only because of Harrison. I do not want forgiveness, I know that I do not deserve that, especially from either of you. However Remus, my love, I want repentance. I want to repent, to right everything that has done wrong. I love you, Remus. You and your love has dragged me out of the deepest pits of despair. Please, out of our love, would you please allow me the chance to repent?"

Harry found his anger leaving him. He bit his lower lip as exhaustion took over as he looked at Remus pleadingly. Remus was silent. He kept looking between Harry and Voldemort, his eyes showing great confusion and hurt. Neither Riddle spoke as they waited. They both knew that it was Remus's decision, and neither could push him.

Remus did not speak for a long time. Minutes ticked by silently, the only sound in the house were old clocks in other rooms, faintly ticking away the time. Remus looked as though he has calmed down, either from understanding or exhaustion Harry did not know. He continued to stand and Harry wondered what the man was thinking of. Was he in pain? Would he leave? Would he ask for an abortion? His mind went to darker and darker possibilities as the silence continued on, each one feeling like a stab to his heart.

"I," Remus began softly. He sighed and shook his head. "What is wrong with me?" he muttered. "I'm not leaving. But, I don't want to sleep in the same bed as you. I'll… I'm going to sleep in the guest room from now on."

"Puppy—"

"No," Remus said harshly. "Please Tom, don't." He looked to be on the verge of tears again. Voldemort just leaned back and nodded, though Harry could see how much it hurt both men.

"I'll show you how much I've changed, and who I really am," Voldemort whispered.

"No," Remus said. He stood up and said, "I'm going to bed. Goodnight Harry." And with that, he left.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, was a bit sick and just couldn't bring myself to write.

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