That Afternoon In the Library
Voldemort and Rose sat at a table, addressing wedding invitations, Lynn and Quirrell sat on the over-stuffed sofa reading.
Voldemort yawned and stretched, "Ugh, this is soooo boring. How many more of these do you have?"
Rose looked up and adjusted a pair of spectacles up her nose, "Mm, only a few. Not many people I know are still alive."
"Who's Elizabeth Grant?" Voldemort held up an envelope.
"That's Lynn second cousin. And an old friend of the family." Rose scribbled out another address.
"Hey! Is that-" Voldemort made a swipe for the envelope that Rose finished.
"Harry and Ginny Potter? Why yes, I thought it would freak them out. Kind of a practical joke, I also thought it would be funny to send them our Christmas cards."
Voldemort sat down and laughed, "Oh, now that's evil!"
"Well, thanks I am marrying the Dark Lord."
"That you are!" Lynn said with a giggle over the book that she and Quirrell were reading. She snuggled into Quirrell's shoulder. "Are you done with the page yet. I've already read these pages twice already."
Quirrell flipped the page and Lynn stuck out her tongue before looking back at the book.
"So, why are we inviting these people?" Voldemort held out an invitation.
"Who? Oh that's another cousin, don't worry about it." Rose went back to scribbling.
"How many cousins do you have?" Voldemort wrinkled his nose.
"More then I do, that's for sure." Lynn murmured, "Then again, Rose is related to the Malfoy's and they do have quite a bit of family."
"Yes and I'm related to the Lestrange's, the Goyle's, and the Weasley's by some strange twist of fate." Rose finished the invitation she was working on and organized the stack.
"Geez, so we won't have a nice quiet little wedding that can be over quickly." Voldemort thumped his head on the desk.
"No, weddings are supposed to be fun." Rose licked the envelope closed.
"Only my sister would want a small wedding. I know if she ever gets married she wants to be in her pajamas. And just between her and the guy. Maybe one or two family but other then that..." Lynn said rolling her eyes at the thought. "A few years ago, before the whole demon fiasco she had told me that was how she wanted my wedding to be. Cause wouldn't you know it, she doesn't plan on getting married."
"Hm, she's the smart one." Voldemort muttered.
"Watch it, Tom, I want our child to know that it's parents are married." Rose put the stacks of envelopes next to each other.
Voldemort put his head up, "Um, technically it isn't mine."
"Even so, you will be 'Daddy' so it all makes nice." Rose leaned back and rested her hands on her belly.
Quirrell smiled. "Yeah, 'Daddy'."
"Quirrell, you do not call me 'Daddy'!" Voldemort pointed at Quirrell, slumping his head back on the table.
"Now, Tom, be nice, Baby shouldn't see you yell at Uncle Quirinius." Rose smiled.
Quirrell grinned before looking back at the book. Lynn giggled. "Yeah, don't be mean to Uncle Qui- That sounds weird coming from me... Meh, Quirrell next page?"
"Not yet." He said with a laugh.
"In any case, I refuse to be called 'Daddy' by anyone, I prefer 'Father'. It's more formal and respectful." Voldemort put his nose in the air and puffed his chest out importantly.
"My father will hear of this," Lynn said amused.
"What?" Voldemort turned to Lynn, miffed at his moment being ruined.
"Tom, don't be over-zealous, you will allow the child to call you what it will. You can't control that." Rose smiled at Voldemort's silly pride.
"Yep yep." Lynn's voice said. "Unless it calls you-" She shook her head laughter escaping her.
Quirrell looked over at Lynn confused, but only shook his head.
"Call me what, Lynn" Voldemort narrowed his eyes.
"Moldy Voldy." She said quietly before bursting into an amused fit of giggles as she hid her face into Quirrell's shirt.
"No! No, using that! Stop it!" Voldemort stood up so fast his chair fell over. He started to make his way to her, arms outstretched.
"Quirrell save me," Lynn screeched, jumping off Quirreel and hidding behind the couch. "Moldy Voldy is going to get me!"
"Rrgh, get back here, you little shit!" Voldemort snatched at her robes as he chased her around the couch.
Lynn gave a yelp, her body suddenly transforming to that of a chipmunk. Her clothes being left behind in the process. In her chipmunk form she ran quickly over to where Rose, was hiding behind a stack of invitations.
"What? A chipmunk?" Voldemort made a grab for her, "OW! She bit me!"
"You scared her." Quirrell said, standing up and tossing the book on the couch. He was impressed to find she was an animagus. He reached his hand over and Lynn jumped on his hand scampering up to sit on his shoulder. It almost looked as if she was grinning amused.
"Grrr, gimme that rat!" Voldemort made another grab for her, but Rose put out her hand, pushing lightly on his side with her finger. Voldemort's eyes rolled up and he fell over, totally passed out.
"I think that's enough." Rose blinked and continued to quietly make a list of seating arrangements.
Quirrell blinked. "Well okay then," he said slowly walking back to his seat, chipmunk-Lynn now climbing on his head.
"Well, children, I think I'll be turning in." Rose bent down and hoisted Voldemort over her shoulder. "G'night." She started for the door.
"Do you want me to carry him up for you? That might be not too much strain on you." Quirrell said, suddenly getting concerned. He got up off the couch he just sat down on, Lynn diving for the seat as he stepped away, the book forgotten.
Rose turned to Quirrell, eyebrow arched suspiciously, "I'm fine, he really isn't that heavy. Trust me."
"Are you sure?" Quirrell asked, "I wouldn't mind."
"Quirinius, I'm fine." Rose adjusted Voldemort and opened the door. "I'll see you all in the morning."
"See you in the morning," Quirrell said, turning around to find Lynn on the top shelf of one of the bookshelves. And without warning, she jumped.
Quirrell's eyes went large and he rushed over, trying to catch her before she hit the ground. Unfortunatly for him, Lynn transformed back to her human form mid-way down and instead of catching a chipmunk, the full weight of Lynn landed on his stomach.
"OWWWWWW!"
"Oh no! Are you okay? Quirrell! Quirrell?" Lynn yelled getting off of him quickly.
"I think you broke me." He gasped, wincing as he tried standing up. Finding he couldn't, he laid on the floor, "Oww."
"What's going on down there? Lynn, you better not be destroying something!" Rose's voice sounded from upstairs.
"I may have broke my boyfriend," Lynn said, looking upset and flailing her arms.
Quirrell clutched his stomach. "My ribs at least. Oh, Merlin, Lynn why did you have to do that."
"I didn't mean to!" She said tears spurting from her eyes. "I didn't think you'd catch me. I'm sorry..."
"What the devil is going on in here?" Rose pushed open the door. She gasped in surprise, "Lynn, what happened?" Rose pulled out her wand and knelt next to Quirrell.
"I flattened him like a pancake." She sobbed.
"She jumped and-ow- I went to catch her-oh ahh-" Quirrell tried propping himself up again actually getting to a seated position on the floor. "Ow,ow, ow-And she transformed back."
"Uh-huh, first, we'll fix you up." Rose's wand slowly went over Quirrell's chest, the bones popped back into place with tiny snapping noises. Quirrell drew in a sharp breath and bit down on his fist, but then he relaxed as the pain faded.
Lynn flinched with every snap sound. "I'm sorry Quirrell, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm a horrible girlfriend." She said bursting into tears again.
"Now, stop that." Rose sighed, "He should have known better than to think a chipmunk would get hurt by jumping off a high place. Geez, they said I was supposed to be the emotional wreck..."
"Yeah, but I wasn't sure, Lynn's jumped through a window before, remember." Said Quirrell, looking embarrassed. He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Sorry, Rose." Lynn said lowering her head.
"Ugh, stop saying you're sorry. It isn't like you intended for this to happen. Now I think we should all go to sleep." Rose struggled to stand and then slumped back to her knees. "Mm, curses, I'm more exhausted than I thought."
Quirrell and Lynn looked worriedly over at Rose.
"Will you be alright?" Lynn asked concerned.
"Rrrr, Yeah, yeah, I'm-" Rose tried again and fell on her hands and knees. "Okay, maybe not..."
"Do you want me to bring you to your room?" Quirrell asked.
"No, I-I just need to sit here a minute, then I'll be fine, yeah. I just need to sit here."
Lynn and Quirrell stared unconvinced at Rose for a minute.
"Go get Tom." Rose groaned. "He's upstairs, he's awake."
Lynn nodded her head rushing out the room and up the stairs as quickly as she could while Quirrell stayed behind to watch Rose. A minute passed and Voldemort was in the room with Lynn not far behind him.
"Hey." Voldemort knelt next to Rose, brushing his hand over her sweating forehead.
"Mm." Rose wrapped her arms around his neck. He hoisted her up into a princess cradle.
"You take care of her," Lynn said, quickly moving over to where Quirrell sat and sat down next to him Her voice was calm, though held a surprisingly warning tone.
Voldemort hitched Rose up, "It's alright, I gotcha. G'night Quirrell, Lynn." He carried Rose out the door and up the stairs.
Quirrell looked over at Lynn who was looking still worried. "He'll take care of her. You must be tired, Lynn. Come on let's go to bed." He stood up holding out his hand for her, which Lynn grabbed and hoisted herself up quickly.
"I am tired." Lynn said with a yawn and they walked up the stairs to their room.
Upstairs-
Voldemort sat propped up on a pillow, reading the newspaper. Rose was laying with her head on his shoulder, her eyes becoming very heavy.
"You really need to slow down." Voldemort said, turning the page.
"Slow down?" Rose looked up at him in half-asleep surprise.
Voldemort turned his head to stare at her.
"Alright, so one time I can't-"
"One time? You've been weak and you can't even climb the stairs anymore!" He put down the paper, Rose sat up; too quickly and had to lay back down.
"I'm fine." she muttered.
"You are not fine. You are pregnant and stressed out. You need to take it easy, and don't think I don't know that you were the one that carried me up the stairs." He pointed a finger accusingly at her.
"Excuse me? I've taken care of myself before the baby and I can take care of myself now!" She climbed off the bed and waddled her way to the door.
Voldemort threw up his hands in frustration, "Now where are you going?"
"To the kitchen, I'm starving and I need ice cream." Rose shot back.
"Argh, that woman." Voldemort rolled over and covered his head with a pillow, dousing the candle. "Fine, but give her five minutes and she'll be begging for me to come and get her."
Rose passed Lynn and Quirrell's room, stopping to listen to the hushed voices on the other side of the room.
"I'm sorry for being a handful."
"You're just being yourself. You have nothing to be sorry for." Quirrell's soothing voice murmured.
"Still... I'm an adult I should act like one." Lynn said, her voice breaking as she whispered. "25, and I'm still acting like a child."
"You are fine." Quirrell said softly. "Though you have your moments, I've seen you act more mature. You just get overexcited sometimes."
"Still," Lynn mumbled. "I wonder why you all haven't kicked me off the island already."
Quirrell chuckled amused. "We aren't on an island. And we love you too much. Even if you have your moments of hyper activity. Truth is, you could be acting worse."
"Worse! Oh, Rose would definitely kick me off the island then." Lynn murmured.
"No she wouldn't."
"I don't even know how she put up with me during our schooling years. I'm surprised she didn't hex me. Let alone wanting me to be her friend. I know some Slytherins didn't like me and tried having Rose stop hanging out with me. One even jinxed me when she wasn't looking. Oh and then there was the Gryfindor group. One tried making me go see why the Shrieking Shack shrieked. Lynn sighed. "And you know me... Challenge accepted. Didn't make it past the Whomping Willow though. Ended up with a broken arm."
Rose smiled and made her way down the rest of the way to the kitchen, with the pair's giggles still in her ears. "Now, what kind of ice cream do we have?" she whispered.
One Month Later-
Rose lay sprawled out on the living room sofa, her face buried in a pillow, snoring obnoxiously. A pile of books was stacked on the floor in front of her, all were on what to expect when you're expecting. Lynn and Quirrell peeked in the door.
"She's sleeping, we should probably let her rest." Quirrell said and Lynn nodded quickly.
They went into the library, only to find Voldemort curled up in front of a stack of books, also on the subject of pregnancy. He murmured softly, hugging a pillow tightly against his chest.
"Well," Lynn murmured looking over at Quirrell.
Quirrell shrugged his shoulders, "What should we do now?"
"We could go flying?" Lynn said and then glanced out the window, "Oh but it's snowing. And it will be cold. Hmm... Well we could go outside and make snowmen."
"Race you out there," Quirrell said with a grin, Lynn squeeling with excitement as they both darted for the door. The door to the outside shut quickly with a soft thump.
Voldemort snorted and sat bolt upright, "Eh? Where am I?" He looked around, "Oh, yeah..."
He stood up and stretched, "Hm, someone remind me never to fall asleep on a stack of books, I'm so sore..." He muttered scratching his head and rolling his shoulders.
He yawned and went into the hallway, he walked down the stairs and went to stand in the foyer. He tilted his head and went slowly to the door, he opened it and shuddered as the cold air hit him. He blinked and watched Quirrell and Lynn rolling balls of snow around.
"What the hell are you two doing? It's freezing out here!" Voldemort rubbed his arms and stared at them incredulously.
Lynn tossed some snow Quirrell's way before beginning to roll her ball of snow again. "Making a snowman." She said laughing as Quirrell tossed some snow at her.
"What would you do that for?" Voldemort wrapping his arms around himself against the cold.
"We were bored." Quirrell said as as Lynn hit him with a snowball.
"And it's fun." Lynn said as Quirrell grabbed a handful of snow and started making his way towards Lynn with a mischievous grin.
"How is that supposed to be fun? You'll die of hypothermia."
"Better then flying." Lynn said shrieking as she ran away from Quirrell whom captured her quickly and placed the snow down her shirt. Lynn froze and yelped desperately trying to get the snow out. Not all of it was removed in time and her shirt became splattered with wetness of the melting snow.
"You go back inside before that. Come on, Voldemort. It is fun." Quirrell said looking pleased as he turned his attention from Lynn to Voldemort. "Lynn says you get warmed up by hot chocolate. And you can't say it isn't the least bit amusing."
"You're going to pay for that." She murmured darkly. Lynn grabbed a bit of snow tossing it on Quirrell's head. She looked over at Voldemort as she scooped up some more snow. "Join us, Voldemort!"
"I don't know..." Voldemort shuffled his feet. He stared at the fluffy white stuff and slowly leaned down, scooped some up and smiled wildly as he whipped it at Quirrell's shoulder. It exploded in a shower of snow flakes.
"See, fun right?" Lynn said with a giggle.
Quirrell chuckled brushing the snow off his shoulder and out of his hair.
Voldemort's face contorted into a maniacal smile. "Heh Heh Heh...this stuff isn't so bad." He pulled on a coat and gloves and closed the door behind him.
Lynn tossed a snowball at Voldemort's face, her face amused as it splattered there. "Bulls-eye."
Voldemort stiffened, melted snow slid down his face and into his shirt. "uuuuhh...weeetttttt..."
"Shall we join forces to take her down?" Quirrell asked looking over at Voldemort amused.
Voldemort shuddered, brushing the remaining snow off his face, his eyes lit up, "You're going down, Lynn!" He scooped up more snow and flung it at her.
Lynn squealed, transforming into a chipmunk to avoid hit, but quickly turned back to human form shivering. "Too cold for that."
Quirrell laughed. "Fight fair."
"How is two against one fair?" She asked but Quirrell tossed a snowball at her and she ducked but it still hit her. She looked up eyes glinting at the two boys. "Oh it's on."
"You're damn right it's on!" Voldemort packed another snowball and took a step forward. But before he could throw it, a pile of snow hit him from behind.
"That it is." Rose smiled, her wand lazily flicking from side to side.
Voldemort's eyes widened and his mouth hung open. "uh, uh, gah..."
"Tom? What is wrong with you?" Rose put her wand down and started to look annoyed.
"Weeeetttt...I'm all wet..." Voldemort shuddered.
"Are you a snake or a man? Grow a set and move on."
"That's not fair! You can't use a wand!" Voldemort whirled around waving his arms.
"Uh, yeah I can, I have a disadvantage, pregnant, remember?' Rose flicked her wand and another pile of snow slammed into Quirrell.
Lynn giggled as Quirrell fell back laughing amused when he wiped himself off and stood up slowly. "Yeah Voldemort. I don't see why she can't use her wand."
"Aha! Sympathising with the enemy!" Voldemort tossed a snowball at him, "Ten points from Quirrell!"
"Okay, everyone get Tom!" Rose flicked her wand again. Voldemort screamed and made a dash for the trees surrounding the house.
Quirrell and Lynn chased after him tossing snowballs in his direction, laughing as he fled.
Half an Hour Later-
"Oh, stop sulking." Rose said as she wrapped a big, fluffy towel around Voldemort, who was soaked and shivering.
"I am so wet right now." Voldemort shifted away, peeling off the rest of his wet clothes and pulled the towel tighter around himself.
Lynn and Quirrell- sharing a larger warm looking blanket- sipped hot chocolate. They all sat in front of the biggest fireplace in the house, Rose and Voldemort's bedroom. Rose smiled and ruffled Voldemort's hair, "You're fine. Have some hot chocolate."
Voldemort begrudgingly took the cup from her. "Have fun they said, don't worry we go in before we're too wet they said. I hope you're all happy, I'm probably going to get pneumonia and die."
"No you won't you big baby," Lynn said. "Plus we didn't say we'd go in before we were too wet. I said we'd go in before we got too cold."
"Technically that'd still be a lie, you're still shivering." Quirrell said lightly touching her nose with his finger.
"Mm! I'm wet and cold now." Voldemort harrumphed.
"Oh, hush and come in front of the fire." Rose pulled him to sit with her on the floor.
They all sat staring into the crackling flames for awhile.
Lynn laid her head on Quirrell's shoulder closing her eyes.
Volemort put his arms around Rose and rested his head on her shoulder. "You know, we get married in a month." he whispered.
"Mm-Hm." Rose stared intently into the fire.
"And, you're what, four months along?:
"Yeah."
"My, how time flies when one's soaked to the bone..."
Rose looked back at him.
"What?" Voldemort smiled and pressed his lips against hers.
Quirrell smiled softly as he looked over at Lynn whom had fallen asleep. "I think I'm going to put Lynn in our room." He said looking over at Rose and Voldemort before slowly picking Lynn up, her head resting against his chest. "If you need me I'll be in our room." He then slowly made his way out the door careful not to trip or drop Lynn as he began walking down the stairs. It was especially hard with the blanket on his back and folded in with Lynn.
"Mm, well that leaves you and me," Voldemort whispered, "And know what, I'm not wearing any clothes."
"So?" Rose smiled.
"So, I think we can, you know..."
"Oh, that." Rose smiled and they started kissing.
Down the stairs-
Quirrell carefully set Lynn on the bed whom curled up in a ball. He smiled and curled up next to her covering them both with the blanket. He closed his eyes, smiling when he heard Lynn whisper. "Love you."
"Love you too." He said kissing the back of her neck. She smiled and turned facing him and kissing him lazily. Quirrell kissed her back and pulled away smiling. "You aren't actually sleepy are you?"
"Not really." she said a half smile crossing her face as her fingers touched his torso. "But I know a way to pass the time."
Quirrell leaned forward, kissing her again. "Mmm... Maybe later."
"You tease." Lynn said with a laugh. They began to snuggle and soon fell asleep.