Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J. K. Rowling. No money is being made.
Warnings: This story has Slash, violence, death and torture.
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Chapter 2 – Papa and Daddy
As soon as they reached Hogwarts' gates they were handed a portkey. Harry's friends glanced at him before taking it, and in the next moment they were gone. The Slytherins had been joined by a few Death Eaters who Harry assumed were their parents or some other family member and were apparated away, leaving Harry alone with his children and Voldemort.
"I'll apparate us back to my Headquarters," Voldemort told him, his tone curiously neutral, "Since there are a lot of us, it would be best if you were closer to me. Erus can hold onto me, while Erebus holds onto you."
Harry nodded, steeping closer to Voldemort. Still, he was quite surprised when Voldemort sneaked an arm around his waist and held him close. Though he didn't protest, knowing that the only reason that Voldemort was even touching him was only because it would be easier to apparate all of them.
Salazar snuggled closer to Voldemort, even though Harry was the one holding him, and Harry couldn't quite stop the smile from appearing on his lips, especially when he heard the quiet, mumbled "Papa." coming from the little one.
Voldemort glanced down and Harry felt the hold that Voldemort had on him tighten.
Their older children grabbed them as well and Voldemort gathered his magic.
"Hold tight." he told them before they felt as if they were being squeezed through a straw.
The next moment they appeared in a meeting hall. Harry looked around as soon as the dizzy feeling left him, not noticing that Voldemort was still holding onto him, his friends and the Slytherin students were standing near the back wall, most of them looking around curiously. Though Harry knew them well, so he could see just how nervous they were. The Death Eaters stood in organized rows in the middle of the room.
He looked at Voldemort when he felt the arm around his waist tighten just a little before letting go.
Voldemort walked towards his throne, Ares still in his arms, and both older boys followed him. Seeing no other choice Harry did as well. He really didn't want to be that far from his sons. Besides, he had no idea what to do, so it didn't leave him with that many choices.
Before Voldemort sat down he conjured another five thrones, one looking like his own and the four others a little smaller and in a silver color instead of black. Apparently the boys were rather familiar with the arrangement and took their seats immediately, Ares and Salazar squirming in their grip till they let them down. The two youngest sat closest to the thrones, while the older boys took the ones on the edge.
Voldemort nodded approvingly and took his seat, looking at Harry when he didn't move.
"Sit." Voldemort told him.
"You want me to sit there?" he asked incredulously.
"Of course."
Harry continued to look as him as if he were insane, well more insane than Harry had thought. He knew perfectly well what it would look like if he took a seat on the throne beside Voldemort, and even though he accepted the fact that all four boys were his and Voldemort's children it didn't mean he was ready to truly accept the fact that he had somehow ended up on Voldemort's side, not only on his side but with him.
"Daddy...?" Ares looked at him curiously, "Why don't you sit daddy?"
Harry mentally cursed the fact that his son looked so adorable and bemoaned his inability to resist the pleading eyes. Though he shot quite the ferocious glare at Voldemort when he saw the smug look he had.
Erebus giggled, his ruby eyes full of mirth.
"It's never a good sign when dad glares at you like that papa." he remarked, making Erus laugh as well, "The last time he did it you ended up sleeping on the couch for a week."
Erus nodded, leaning back on his throne and looking every inch the Dark Prince he claimed to be.
"True," he had a wicked smirk on his lips when he looked at Voldemort, "It was how long you were able to hold out before you went back to him begging for forgiveness," if possible the smirk grew, "You held on for longer than most thought you would, everyone knows that he has you wrapped around his little finger."
Harry was pleased to see that he wasn't the only one gaping at both boys, though Voldemort was masking his expression a little better. Still, the wide eyes were a dead give away.
Knowing that his legs wouldn't hold him for much longer he took several unsteady steps towards the throne. The moment he sat down he heard the gasps from the Death Eaters, which brought back the fact that they weren't alone. He glanced up and saw the Death Eaters gaping at them, the absence of their Death Eater masks letting him see their shock, dawning understanding, and in some cases glee.
He glanced at Voldemort, noting that he too was observing his followers, probably wondering what he would tell them. A part of him was hoping that Voldemort wouldn't tell them the truth. A part of him really wished that he told them that it was all a big misunderstanding. Another part of him wished to wake up and realize it had all been a rather bizarre dream. However, a bigger part couldn't help but want this. Not the Voldemort as his husband or whatever he was, but the family, the children, the obvious happiness that he had in this strange, unknown future.
Voldemort looked at him for a moment and Harry felt as if those eyes were looking into his soul. Who would have thought that when the man wasn't glaring at him with hate those eyes would be rather beautiful. As soon as that thought entered his mind he banished it. Now certainly wasn't the time for having such thoughts. What seemed like eons later, but was only a few seconds Voldemort nodded and turned towards his Death Eaters.
"My faithful followers," his voice filled the room and Harry could see the Death Eaters standing straighter, "As you must have deduced, these children are my heirs." the Death Eaters didn't start to whisper with each other, though their eyes did widen a fraction. Some of them looked shocked, others disbelieving, though there were a couple of them who looked utterly joyful, as if they had been given the best news in the world, "My sons, the Dark Princes!" Harry wasn't the only one who heard the pride in his voice and for reasons he didn't understand it filled him with warmth, "Erus Hadrian Potter-Riddle, my oldest Heir." Erus stood up from his throne and smiled at the gathered Death Eaters, a few of them paled and Harry didn't really blame them, Erus was his father's son, "Erebus Thomas Potter-Riddle, my second born." Erebus stood as his brother sat, and the Death Eaters got a good look at him. There were a few gasps, the Death Eaters looking from him to Erebus. Harry almost sighed, there truly was no disguising who Erebus' father was. It was as if the Death Eaters hadn't truly believed what they had been hearing until they had truly seen Erebus, "Ares Orion Potter-Riddle, my third eldest son," Ares stood as well and he waved at the Death Eaters, "And my youngest, Salazar Jameson Potter-Riddle." Salazar got up from his throne and smiled at the Death Eaters, Harry could see a few of them practically melt on the spot and he almost cursed. Little Sal had them wrapped around his little finger without even trying, "You will protect them with your lives!" came the sharp order and Harry sat a bit straighter. He glared at them just as viciously as Voldemort was doing, unbeknownst to him thinking the exact same thing as the Dark Lord, 'They better protect them with their lives!'
"Yes, my Lord." came the unanimous reply and Harry relaxed slightly.
"Dismissed. Inner Circle, stay behind." Voldemort instructed and most of the Death Eaters apparated away. From those remaining Harry only recognized two of them, Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange. Malfoy because he had actually met the man, and Bellatrix because she was the only female in the Inner Circle, aside from that he had recently seen her picture in the Prophet. Voldemort conjured chairs as soon as the other Death Eaters were gone, and the Inner Circle sat down. Voldemort glanced at the Hogwarts students and motioned them forward, indicating the chairs. The Slytherins were the first to move, taking seats beside who Harry assumed where their parents, while the others only moved when Harry gave a slight nod.
Voldemort observed the interaction, it was curious to see just how much the students trusted Harry. He couldn't help but wonder how close they were, since apparently they had been wearing masks the whole time. He had to commend them for it, they had played their part rather well for no one to have suspected a thing. If he hadn't known otherwise he would have thought them all to be Slytherins.
"My Lord," Lucius was the first to break the silence, "If I may... how is this possible?" it was hard to baffle the Malfoy Lord, but Lucius was well and truly baffled. It was undeniable who the parents of the children were, but for the life of him he couldn't see how it was possible.
"I am afraid I do not know," Voldemort replied, "From what I gathered from Harry there was a magical surge and after it passed the boys were in the middle of the Great Hall."
"I don't think that's what he meant." Bellatrix muttered, an insane smile stretching her lips.
Voldemort raised an eyebrow and Lucius swallowed.
"I meant, how can Potter be their other parent?" Lucius flinched when he saw the glares aimed at him from the children. Truly they were quite frightening for children.
"Your guess is as good as mine," Voldemort replied, he looked at Harry, "You haven't been harboring a secret crush for me, have you?" Harry's murderous glare was answer enough.
The twin red-heads snickered and looked at Harry, a smirk appearing on their lips.
"Oh, we don't know, your Darkness," they said in unison.
"Remember, brother of mine, just how beautifully he blush in second year?" the twin on the left asked, completely ignoring the glare Harry was aiming at them.
"Yes, he was quite enchanted with this Slytherin fellow, wasn't he?" the twin on the right replied.
"Shut up!" Harry hissed at them, a blush staining his pale cheeks.
The students laughed and Voldemort was surprised at how at ease they seemed to be in his presence.
"Behave," the bushy haired brunette reprimanded them, though there was a smile on her lips, before turning towards Erus, "Erus, could you explain what happened? The more we know the easier it would be to find a way to send you home. We don't even know the consequences you being here will have."
"Of course aunt Hermione," Erus replied smiling at the girl, his glare silencing the Death Eaters that had been about to open their mouths and say something, no doubt, derogatory about her, "We were at Hogwarts with dad and father, they told us to wait for them in the Great Hall since they had a meeting with the Headmistress and knew that the four of us would be rather bored. So we did what they told us and went to the Great Hall. Though when we got there there was this runic design on the floor, we didn't get a good look at it, but I recognized a few runes as some of the same that can be found in time-turners. I went closer to get a better look and took my eyes of my brothers for no more than a second..." he sounded exasperated and little Salazar squirmed in his seat.
Salazar looked at Voldemort with his big green eyes that were becoming more red than green by the second. He suddenly stood from his seat and ran towards Voldemort jumping at him again.
"I'm sorry, papa." the little one cried, burying his head in Voldemort's robes, "I didn't mean to, really!" muffled little sobs came from the child and Harry couldn't stop himself, he got up and sat down on the arm of Voldemort's throne, caressing the little one's hair.
"No one's angry with you, Sal." he assured the crying child, "We just want to understand what happened."
A red-green eye peeked at him from behind a mass of hair.
"Promise?"
"I promise, and so does your papa."
Salazar glanced up at Voldemort and the man nodded, though Harry felt the arm around Salazar pull the boy closer.
"Your dad is right," Voldemort said and Harry almost froze hearing the word dad coming from Voldemort, "We are not angry."
Salazar nodded and leaned against Voldemort again, it was clear that the little boy adored his father.
They looked at Erus, who was smiling at them, and the boy continued his tale.
"Salazar and Ares started to play catch, at the time I hadn't noticed that they had been playing with a potion bottle. Well, long story short, Sal stumbled and the bottle he had been holding rolled onto the runic design. The bottle had already been used, but it had a few drops of potion in it still. It reacted with the design and the next thing we know a gold and purple glow started to come from the runes, before we could do anything at all it enveloped the four of us and then we found ourselves in the Great Hall [several] years in the past."
"What was the potion?" Voldemort asked after a few moments.
"A pepper-up." Erus replied, "Erebus had been feeling a little under the weather so dad made him drink the potion."
Instinctively, both Harry and Voldemort looked towards Erebus, making sure he was alright. Erebus smiled at them, eyes filled with love, and Harry's breath caught in his throat.
"Hm, I cannot think of any ritual that would react to a pepper-up potion." Voldemort mumbled, "I believe I will have to call Severus-"
"No." Harry didn't even let him finish, he didn't even need to look to know that everyone else, aside from his sons, was looking at him as if he were completely crazy.
"Pardon me?" Voldemort asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I do not want that man near my children." he told Voldemort rather firmly, daring him to contradict him.
"Severus is the best Potion Master we have." Voldemort argued and Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Then you'll just have to be better, won't you?"
Voldemort's eyes pierced him but Harry didn't waver, he didn't want Snape near his children. The man was a bitter, hateful bully, who couldn't let go of a grudge against a dead man and abused his position of power over said dead man's son to take out his anger on him, knowing that he could get away with it considering the fact that if Harry did retaliate he would just be punished more. He wouldn't have someone like that near them and if Voldemort didn't like he would just have to learn how to deal with it. There was a flash of something in Voldemort's eyes and a small smirk appeared on his lips.
"As you say." the man replied, looking quite smug, though Harry had no idea why. Still he wasn't about to look a gifted horse in the mouth, so he went back to caressing Salazar's hair.
He did his best to ignore the dumbfounded looks the Death Eaters were throwing him. Really, they were acting as if no one had ever argued with Voldemort... well... probably no one ever had, or at least no one ever lived to tell the tale.
"Since I do not know what happened I will have to research what rituals could interact with a pepper-up, and which of them have runes that can also be found on time-turners. I believe it will be something that will take a bit of time. I want all of you to search for anything related to either of those things." he told his Death Eaters who bowed their heads in agreement, "In the meanwhile you will be my sons' personal guard. I have no doubt that the information will spread come morning and people will try to attack them, since I don't intent to have them be prisoners in our home, you will be their guard every time they go outside. As for you," he said turning towards the Hogwarts students, "The Light will shun you." he stated bluntly, "No matter the reason why you did it they will see it as nothing more than betrayal, they will see it as you siding with the Dark Lord and nothing else. It won't be safe for any of you to return to your homes or even back to Hogwarts. As you did it to protect my heirs, I am willing to offer you sanctuary in my home."
Harry didn't know who looked more surprised, the Death Eaters or his friends. Though Ron recovered quickly and bowed his head.
"We thank you for your kind offer and gladly accept." he replied, the others following his lead and bowing their heads as well.
Voldemort nodded and looked back at the Death Eaters.
"You are dismissed, lead them to their rooms."
The Death Eaters got up and bowed, moving towards a door at the back of the room and motioned for the Hogwarts students to follow. His friends hesitated for a second, looking at him, but ended up following the Death Eaters out of the room, leaving the small family alone again.
As soon as they were gone Ares left his seat and snuggled up to Harry, who was still sitting on the arm of Voldemort's throne, and sat in his lap. Erus and Erebus got up as well and leaned against the throne. Harry looked at them and felt his heart constrict. They were afraid.
"Everything will be alright." he told them, willing them to believe it.
"What if we can't go home?" Erebus whispered, and Harry pulled him closer.
"You father is the most powerful and brilliant wizard to have ever been born," he said, slightly surprised to realize that he truly meant it, "If there is anyone who can figure this out then it's him."
Erebus relaxed against him, and Harry kissed the top of his messy head. Relishing in the love that filled him more and more with every second he spent with the boys.
He completely missed the astound look that Voldemort threw him, though Erus did not and almost cackled. True, he was afraid, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the situation he found himself in. He and Erebus were the only ones that knew just what kind of past their parents had, since Ares and Salazar were too young to truly understand, so he had somewhat expected curses to be flying and blood to be spilling. Or at the very least insults traded back and forth. He hadn't expected his parents to be... well, his parents.
Even now that they were supposed to be enemies, they just clicked. He couldn't understand how they had only gotten together when dad had come into his inheritance. They fit so well together, it was as if his dad had been born to be at his father's side. He had to wonder how no one else had seen it yet.
"Papa..." little Salazar broke the silence they had fallen into and Voldemort looked at the little one on his lap.
"Yes, little prince?" he asked, the endearment coming out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Salazar looked at him with shinning emerald eyes and he couldn't stop himself from smiling at the child. He had noticed before that Salazar's eyes changed colors. He wondered if the boy was a metamorphmagus, he would have to ask Erus.
"Why do you look snaky?" came the innocent question and he heard Harry choke on his breath.
"Why do you ask?"
"You don't look snaky when we are home, papa. You say you only look snaky when you want to scare the minions. Are we minions? What are minions? Do you wanna scare us?" the questions were fired at such a speed that they made Voldemort's head spin. He almost glared at Harry who was having difficulty controlling his laughter, "You are not scary, papa, even when you're snaky." Salazar proceeded to inform him in a rather solemn voice. As if he were telling him an irreversible fact. "But daddy is scary." the child continued in that same tone, "If we don't behave we don't get ice-cream." he looked heartbroken and Voldemort felt his lips twitch, "Uncle Ron said that daddy even puts you in the dog house. Why does daddy do that? We don't even have a dog, papa."
Now Harry was laughing so hard that Voldemort could feel his body shake, not that he blamed him, it was taking all his self-control to stop himself from laughing as well. He sent a mild glare at Erus and Erebus when he saw the two boys smirking, though it didn't seem to be all that effective since their smirks just grew bigger.
He looked at Salazar when the little boy pulled on his robes, no doubt wanting an answer to his question.
"Do you want me not to look snaky anymore?" he asked, ignoring Harry's surprised look.
Salazar nodded and he almost sighed. Really, those emerald green eyes were far to difficult to resist. It didn't help that at the moment they looked exactly like Harry's, his Harry. Because Harry was his, now that he knew what could be, he would not let the boy be with another.
"Alright, little Prince." he focused on his animagus form and reverted back completely, appearing as a Tom Riddle in his early thirties, though he kept his red eyes. They had changed once he had made three horcruxes, it had been somewhat unexpected, though not something he disliked. It was also the reason why he looked as young as he did, the horcruxes stopped his aging when it reached a certain point, according to his research it would be around his prime, though he found that to be somewhat misleading. For him, his prime had been when he had reached his fifties, when he knew that he had done things with magic that no other wizard had been able to. He suspected that when the books said prime they referred to their physical bodies. He caught Harry's sharp gasp and a smug smirk spread on his lips. He knew he was rather handsome, people never failed to fall for his charms, something he used whenever he could. Though he didn't believe that it would work on Harry. Even with their four children it would be difficult to make Harry join him in his bed... Speaking about beds...
"Say, Erus... when where you born?" he didn't need to look to know Harry was glaring at him, he could practically feel the heat of said glare.
"Stop doing baby math!" Harry shrieked at him, sending their two oldest sons into a laughing fit. Harry glared at them all, mumbling under his breath about perverted Dark Lords and ignoring Voldemort's amused smirk.
"Daddy," Ares' whisper caught their attention and Harry looked at the boy on his lap, "I'm sleepy." the child said, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
Harry pulled the boy closer.
"Then let's go to bed, it's been a tiring day." he kissed Ares' soft hair, and his son snuggled a little closer to him. He stood up, still holding Ares, and looked at Voldemort, waiting for him to lead them to their bedrooms.
Voldemort followed, holding Salazar close and lead them to the family wing. It was his private wing, and the only place he would trust to have his sons. It was better warded than Gringotts, he had made sure of that. But as time passed he came to believe that he would be the only one to ever live there. For the first time he was happy to have been proven wrong.
As they reached the rooms that he would give to his heirs, Salazar's grip on him tightened.
"Papa, daddy, can I sleep with you?" the whispered words were barely heard, but both he and Harry froze in shock, looking down at the child with wide eyes.
"Why don't we all sleep with daddy and papa?" Ares asked, lifting his head from Harry's shoulder, "It'll be a sleepover!" he sounded rather excited and Voldemort could see the panic in Harry's eyes.
"That should be fun," Erebus added to the conversation, a sly smile on his lips, "We haven't had a sleepover in a while."
"Besides, it would reassure Ares and Sal." oh, Erus was pure Slytherin, Voldemort thought feeling pride fill him. Those had been the magic words so to speak. Harry's panic seemed to leave him, and he looked at their youngest children. He gave a somewhat resigned sigh and smiled at Salazar.
"Alright, Sal. Tell your papa to lead the way."
"Go on, papa!" Salazar gave a small cheer and Voldemort continued walking a little down the hall.
He opened the door to his chambers, then the one to his bedroom. Salazar and Ares started squirming in their arms as soon as they passed the doorway, wanting to be let down. As soon as their little feet touched the floor they ran towards the bed and jumped on it, giggling all the while.
Voldemort almost sighed, but he couldn't bring himself to tell them to stop. It filled his frozen heart with warmth seeing them so happy.
"Come here Erus," he called his eldest son, "We'll have to do with transfigured pajamas for now. We'll go shopping for clothes for all of you tomorrow."
Erus obediently came forward waiting for his father to change his clothes. Erebus followed next. Ares was a little more difficult to convince, it appeared that all his sleepiness had left him. Though it took only Harry saying that they would sleep in their rooms if they didn't come for both younger boys to scamper towards their father.
Little Salazar pulled on Voldemort's sleeve till he bent down so the little boy could whisper in his ear, "See? Daddy's scary.".
Voldemort had difficulty stopping himself from snorting, but a smile did appear on his lips.
"Yes," he replied solemnly, "I can see that," Salazar nodded gravely, and Voldemort had to look away so he wouldn't laugh, especially since the whisper hadn't been that low, and Harry was glaring at him for his amusement.
After they all had taken care of the pajamas the boys all got comfortable on the bed, after Voldemort had enlarged it so that they could all fit comfortably. Both he and Harry took a moment to just look at the boys, all snuggled up together. They looked adorable, and they felt their hearts melt.
"Could you... you know..." Harry broke the silence, and pointed at his clothes. Transfiguration had never been his best subject, and he was sure that with his luck if he tried to change his clothes into pajamas he would end up naked.
Voldemort smirked and flicked his wand at him, his smirk growing when Harry squeaked and glared at him.
"Is something wrong?" he asked innocently, and Harry had to admit that for a Dark Lord he could pull the look off remarkably well.
"Where's the rest?" he got out through gritted teeth. He did his best to ignore the blush that was starting to stain his cheeks.
"What rest?" Voldemort looked him up and down, "I think it's perfectly fine the way it is."
Harry cursed, and muttering under his breath stalked towards the bed, doing his best to ignore that Voldemort had just transfigured his clothes into a pair of really low ridding sleep pants, though it was rather difficult when he could feel the man's eyes on him.
He climbed into bed, snuggling closer to Erus and smiling warmly when the boy leaned against him.
He felt the bed move and knew that Voldemort had joined them on the other side. He would have felt more nervous if there hadn't been four other bodies between them.
"Night daddy, papa." Salazar's sweet voice washed over them, and Harry felt himself relax. It was for them that he was doing this, and seeing them so peaceful made it clear that he had made the right choice.
"Good night, little Princes." both he and Voldemort replied, his eyes already slipping close, the peaceful surroundings lulling him to sleep.
Voldemort stayed awake listening to the quiet breathing around him. Reveling in the knowledge that it was his family with him, his sons. He caught a glimpse of wild raven hair and a smirk stretched his lips. Well, it had been far easier to get Harry into his bed than what he had thought, now he would just have to keep him there. With a satisfied smile he gave into Morpheus' embrace and joined his family in the land of dreams.
Harry snuggled closer to the warmth around him, trying to cut off the annoying giggling that was doing it's best to awake him. Couldn't his roommates let him sleep in peace? And why all the giggling? Since when did they giggle?
Grumbling a little he snuggled even more into the warmth. He wanted to keep that feeling for as long as possible. He couldn't remember ever having felt safer. He felt something constricting him around his waist and his eyes flew open.
He came face to face... well, it was more face to chest. A very defined chest.
The previous night came crashing down on him and he glanced up, slightly afraid of what he would find, only to see Voldemort's sleeping face. He blushed brightly when he realized what was constricting him. He tried his best to move but Voldemort's arms were firmly wrapped around him.
How the hell had that happened? He remembered quite clearly four other bodies between them. Where had they gone?
Panic filled him when that thought popped into his mind. Where had they gone? Before he could have a full blown panic attack he heard another giggle.
He lifted his head, the only part of his body that he could freely move, and looked towards where the sound was coming from.
At the foot of the bed were the four boys, looking at them with smiles.
"Good morning, daddy!" chirped Ares, aiming a big smile at him and Harry smiled back.
"Good morning, little Princes. Did you sleep well?" he greeted them, momentarily forgetting the position he was in.
"Yes, daddy." Salazar was bouncing on the bed, looking at him with big, excited emerald eyes, "Daddy, daddy are you and papa going to give us another brother?" since Harry was marveling at the level of excitement he could see coming from Salazar it took him a moment to realize what the little one was asking. When he did he choked on his breath and started coughing. That's also when he noticed the rumbling coming from his pillow. He looked at said pillow only to come face to face with Voldemort's red eyes filled with mirth. Telling him that the bastard had been awake the entire time and had heard what the little devil had asked. When he had his breathing under control he looked back at Salazar who was still looking like an excited puppy, though now he had been joined by Ares. Harry could actually see tails wagging behind them. He shot a short glare at Erus and Erebus who where trying rather unsuccessfully to stifle their laughter.
"Wh-why do you ask?" he quickly glared at Voldemort when he heard a chuckle coming from the man, said glare only intensified when he noticed that Voldemort was still holding onto him, though his attention turned back to Salazar when the little boy started talking.
"I asked papa where babies came from 'cause I wanna little brother, 'cause I don't wanna be the smallest anymore. Papa said that when parents want to have a baby they go to their room, and sleep on the bed, and hug each other a lot. Papa and you were hugging a lot. So do I get a baby brother now?"
Harry started spluttering, his cheeks becoming a rather fetching cherry red. Feeling Voldemort shaking against him because he was trying to control his laughter wasn't helping. He opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to say something, anything, but nothing came to mind. And Salazar and Ares were still looking at him with wide, expectant eyes.
"No, Salazar, not at the moment." he almost kissed Voldemort when he intervened such was his relief, that is till he heard what Voldemort said next, "Though I am sure that when you go back and ask your daddy and I for a little brother, we will work very hard to get you one."
That cherry red blush? Yeah, it went up a notch.
Salazar nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer and Harry breathed in relief. He had to see the silver lining, sure he was lying in bed with Voldemort, who was still holding him firmly in place, but at least he wasn't explaining to his youngest son just why he couldn't have a baby brother. It may not be all that big of a silver lining, but he wasn't picky, he would take what he could get.
"I'm hungry, daddy." Ares said, already getting off the bed and pulling Erus after him.
"Go down to the dinning room," Voldemort told them, "Your dad and I will be down shortly."
The four children nodded and scampered out of the room leaving Harry and Voldemort alone. All of a sudden the arms around his waist felt a lot heavier, the body he was being pressed against felt even closer, and he felt completely naked. It didn't help that Voldemort was clad in a similar kind of attire.
"I..." he cleared his throat, "We should go down." he was quite proud of himself for his lack of stuttering. His golden boy persona may be nothing but a mask, but he hadn't needed to fake his lack of skill when dealing with anything related to intimate or romantic situations. He wasn't quite sure into which category this specific situation fit, but he was sure that it had a bit of both said categories. And he couldn't quite ignore the trying to kill him trend that Voldemort had going on.
Though he admitted that Voldemort had been rather rational and, well, nice about the whole thing. There was none of that insane rage he was supposed to have.
"You know we will have to talk about this." Harry shivered when he felt Voldemort's warm breath against the shell of his ear, when had he gotten so close?
"I know." he whispered, "Later, alright?" he turned around and his eyes locked with Voldemort. Merlin was the man handsome. He had thought Tom Riddle as a teen to have been quite handsome, but it was nothing compared to him as a fully grown man. He was sure that Voldemort could take over the world by smiling at his enemies.
"Alright," Voldemort agreed, "I understand that you need time. Though don't take to long. We have to decide what to do now and when the children are gone. Whatever decisions we make will affect more than just us. Your friends... It is clear they will follow you, you'll have to think carefully about everything."
"We make?" he sounded slightly incredulous. Who would blame him? He thought that Voldemort was the kind of person that decided what to do and expected the others to obey.
"Of course, things have changed. I do not know how you came to be on my side, not only on my side but with me. In my bed. I may not know that, but I do know that if you weren't worthy I wouldn't have taken you. Until we figure out more, that's enough for me."
Harry looked at him, truly looked, and couldn't find an ounce of deceptiveness in Voldemort's eyes. He gave Voldemort a small smile and nodded. Voldemort smiled as well, and Harry's breath caught, momentarily transfixed by the beauty of it.
Voldemort released him, breaking Harry's trance, and left the bed. Harry stumbling out as well, though he blushed when he remembered just how undressed he was.
Voldemort chuckled and walked towards his wardrobe, he took out two silk robes, one in black and one in deep forest green. He gave the green one to Harry and shrunk it when he saw just how big it was on Harry.
"Let's go have breakfast. Then we'll shower and see about what the house-elfs come up with in regards to clothing for you and your friends till we think about how to get your school trunks back."
Harry nodded, doing his best to keep the robe closed so that it wasn't showing that much skin. Voldemort on the other hand seemed completely unconcerned and left his robe open. If Harry was being completely honest with himself he didn't mind all that much. The man had the physique of a Greek god, Harry was sure that all the girls and some of the guys would droll over those perfectly defined abs. Shaking his head to get those thoughts out of his mind Harry followed Voldemort out of the room.
When they approached the dinning room Harry could hear laughter and guessed that his friends had joined his sons already.
What he hadn't expected was to see the Inner Circle sitting at the table as well. He glanced at his friends, making sure that they were alright, and was pleased to see that none of them seemed to harmed in any way. Neville was sitting as far away from Bellatrix and who Harry thought were the other two Lestranges, but aside from that everything seemed to be in order.
When the Death Eaters noticed that their Lord was in the room they quickly got up and bowed before they sat back down. His friends on the other hand were somewhat gaping at the Dark Lord, and Harry would tease them endlessly about it at a later time.
"Oh, wow." Fred broke the silence, "No wonder you were so enchanted in your second year."
"True, brother, true. Little Harry sure knows how to pick them."
Harry groaned and hid his face behind his hands. He peeked back out when he heard snickering. Seeing it was coming from his two oldest he glared at them.
"Eat your breakfast." he told them, taking the empty seat beside Voldemort, who looked decidedly smug, since it was the only one available.
"Yes, dad." both boys chorused, smirks still in place.
Harry turned his glare towards Voldemort.
"What?" the man in question asked innocently.
"Don't you what me," Harry grumbled, "That there," Harry said, pointing at the boys who had the exact same innocent expression on their faces, "That's all you. I just know they are going to be a handful." he bemoaned and was surprised to see several Death Eaters trying to hide their snickers. His friends didn't even try to hide their laughter.
"You always say that, dad," Erebus told them, "Though papa disagrees with you, he says it's the Potter genes. Grandma Lily agrees, though grandpa James says they are both conspiring against the awesomeness that is the Potter genes."
"Grandpa James and grandma Lily?" Voldemort asked, the atmosphere becoming heavier.
"Yes," Ares nodded, "Daddy's mamma and papa."
"I believed that both Lord and Lady Potter had passed away." Malfoy remarked softly, aware of the heavy tension.
"Yes," again little Ares nodded, "But daddy calls them sometimes. Especially on important dates, such as birthdays and such, but sometimes just because we miss them."
"He calls them?" a Death Eater that was sitting beside Malfoy and Bellatrix asked, if he had to guess he would say that it was one of the Lestranges.
"Yes," this time it was Erebus that answered, "Dad is a necromancer. It was the reason why he joined papa. When he came into his Inheritance the Light shunned him, they were talking about binding his powers and having his soul sucked out by a dementor. Dad was really angry. He wanted revenge." Erebus concluded sadly. He hated that his dad had suffered so much. That was why he and Erus were so protective of their dad. They knew the full story. They loved both their parents, they truly did, but their dad... he looked so small, so fragile, and he had suffered so much. They couldn't help but feel a little more towards him. A little more protective, a little more possessive, just a little more. Their father knew and didn't begrudge them, he felt the same. Erebus was sure that once Ares and Salazar knew more they would feel the same as well.
"Did we leave him?" came the quiet question from the end of the table.
Erus smiled at his uncle.
"Of course not uncle Neville." he replied and noticed that all of them relaxed, "You all love dad, you followed him over to the Dark. You were just as angry as he was."
"We grew up with all of you, you are our uncles and aunts." Erebus added, smiling at them.
Harry felt his heart warm hearing those words. He couldn't have asked for better friends.
"You are a necromancer?" came the question from his right and only then did he notice that all the Death Eaters and Voldemort were staring at him.
"Not yet." he replied, but the interest shinning in Voldemort's eyes didn't diminish.
"You are just full of surprises, aren't you, my little Consort?" Voldemort sounded outrageously pleased and Harry shuddered.
"I'm not your Consort."
"Not yet." was Voldemort's reply and there was such a hungry look in his eyes that for a moment Harry felt like prey, completely outmatched prey.
Anything he could have said was interrupted by the arrival of a house-elf.
"Master, letter being arriving for Master's Consort." the little being said, before handing an envelope to Voldemort.
If the envelope in question wasn't bright red and smoking Harry was sure that more people would have noticed what the elf had called him, but since it was they were all staring at the thing with fascination.
Knowing that it would be better to just get it over with Harry took the letter from Voldemort's hand and opened it. Not a moment later an angry voice filled the room.
A voice most of them recognized.
'YOU CHILDREN ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? DISSAPEARING FROM HOGWARTS WITHOUT TELLING US ANYTHING? WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU...' there seemed to be a slight scuffle then another voice continued the letter in a much lower tone, 'You have to understand that your mother was worried, we aren't angry, just worried. Please send us a letter as soon as you can, just so we know you are safe.' there was another small scuffle, 'And Harry, you better tell that Dark Lord of yours that he better send a portkey with that letter, we want to meet our grandchildren.'
And just like that the howler stopped and tore itself up before bursting into flame.
"Did your mother just threaten the Dark Lord?" Susan asked, she looked faint.
"Yeah." the four Weasley children replied, they looked a little dazed.
"Grandma Molly's awesome!" Erebus exclaimed, a slightly manic cackle leaving him, reminding all the Death Eaters present of their Lord when he was truly enjoying someone's misfortune or torturing someone. Most of them paled slightly and Hermione shook her head.
"I fear for the world," she mumbled, "Truly, I do." she glanced at the small family sitting near the top of the table and sighed, well what else could she have expected from the children of those two? She just hoped that the world survived them.
Harry on the other hand went back to his breakfast, ignoring everything around him and hoping to get out of it with his sanity intact.
A.N.: Dear Lord, I never expected such a huge response to the story. Almost one thousand followers for just one chapter! I was completely floored. I thank all of you for following, adding to four favorites and reviewing. You make writing such a joy, thank you.
Second chapter finally done :D Hope you enjoy it. I had a lot of fun with it. Though I kinda feel sorry for torturing Harry so much. Poor Harry, he has no idea what he got himself into.
The baby math was for my reader Falling_In_Flames over at AO3, she/he was thinking along the same lines as I and I hope you enjoy it as much as both of us :D
Next chapter we'll have everyone's reaction to the students going missing. An emergency Order meeting, and meet the family kind of thing. It's going to be fun as well, at least I think so.