Later that night back at the House, Lynn and Quirrell were helping send Voldemort and Rose off (this was a long intro)-
"Bye!" Quirrell said with a wave.
"HAVE FUN!" Lynn yelled jumping up and down with excitement. "Don't worry 'bout Quirrell. He's in good hands! ENJOY YOUR HONEYMOON!"
"Yep, don't forget the pixies!" Rose waved as their broom lifted off and they were gone.
Quirrell turned to Lynn whom sighed going back inside to finish up with packing. They still had quite a way to go with packing all the stuff, Rose had left a list of thing to pack:
1) DO NOT FORGET THE PIXIES!
2) Leave most of the books behind, only the Finder and the important books will be coming.
3) Please pack clean clothes
4) Riglus, the owl, is already gone, so don't worry about him.
5) DO NOT FORGET TO LOCK ALL THE DOORS IN THE HOUSE!
6) By the way, don't forget the pixies.
Lynn looked over the list and looked over at the already packed boxes. She sighed before turning to a large empty box dragging it to the library door."ALL BOOKS ARE IMPORTANT!" She grabbed the Finder shouting almost angrily at it. "WHAT IMPORTANT ONES ARE THE ONES ROSE REFERS TO!"
Five books flew off the shelves and into the box.
"Um, those ones?" Quirrell asked, pointing over to the box.
"No! NO there must be more!" Lynn said shaking the grey cube. Quirrell's eyes widened as she shook the cube more violently. She rolled it over and a small panel opened up and she could she a pyramid shaped thing floating in it.
'No there aren't. Stop shaking me.' it said on one side.
"But- but- my books..." Lynn sobbed. She shook it again.
'There are copies in England. Stop shaking me!' read another side.
"Oh, well. my apologies." Lynn said shrugging and tossing the cube into the box.
"Why do I have the feeling I need to be concerned." Quirrell asked as Lynn carried the box over her head and placed it over with the other things. She disappeared into the kitchen returning back to where Quirrell was sorting the boxes, making sure the boxes were wrapped up, and ready to ship to Europe. Lynn carefully placed a humming box next to the other boxes.
"Is that it," Quirrell asked, turning his attention to Lynn.
"Yeah, I believe so."
Time Skip set to Two months-
"Holy shit, if I thought the house in the US was strange..." Voldemort hopped off his broom and beheld the gigantic house before him.
"Yeah, this was Octavian and my home for awhile before we visited my parents' house, then the whole incident happened...I really haven't been here in a long time..." Rose stepped up to the door.
"I like it," Lynn said with a laugh. Quirrell's eyes were wide as he looked over at the house in amazement.
"Yes, Octavian was very clever at the Leaning Tower of Pesa sort of charm. Incidentally, that's how the Weasley's keep their house up." Rose put her wand on the door and it clicked open. "Well, pile in everyone."
Voldemort, not really liking the idea of living in a house that looks as if it could fall over at any moment, remained rooted to the spot. "Uh...I don't know..."
"It's quite safe." said Lynn before rushing inside, Quirrell looked over at Voldemort before slipping inside making sure Lynn didn't get into any sort of trouble.
"Rrrright, and wild hippogriffs don't eat bunnies." Voldemort sighed and walked up the front steps and into the house.
He was immediately met with Lynn upside down hanging from the ceiling. Quirrell underneath looking worried. "Lynn get down."
"No." She said laughing moving her head so Quirrell couldn't grab her. "I'm amused."
"I'm not." Quirrell said, sighing heavily. He looked over at Voldemort. "Yes, it didn't take her long to get into trouble."
"I'm not getting into trouble. I'm just amusing myself." Lynn said sticking out her tongue.
"How the fuck did she do that?" Voldemort backed up, afraid of stepping on a trick stair or something.
"A spell I learned from the Weasley twins," Lynn said with a giggle. She tilted her head watching Voldemort, looking rather amused. "The house isn't going to bite. I promise."
"It hasn't gotten me," Quirrell said to Voldemort before looking over at Lynn. "Will you please get down."
"Mmm," Lynn tapped her chin thinking to herself. "Oh I suppose." She got her wand out from her pocket murmuring a spell. She fell - giving Quirrell a mini-heart attack- to the ground landing on all fours -despite landing part on the flat space next to the door and her hands on the nearest step- smiling mischievously at Quirrell and Voldemort.
"Will you all stop foodling around and get up here!" Rose called down the stairs, "Lynn, wait until you 're out of the stair way before you start using those spells."
"Sorry." She said leaning back and giggling. She turned around and walked into the house.
"Dude, Quirrell, you can breathe now." Voldemort put a hand on Quirrell's back, giving him a push up the stairs.
"She likes scaring me like that. You should have seen when you guys were on your honeymoon." Quirrell said to Voldemort with a groan as Quirrell made his way into the house.
"Why, what happened?" Voldemort followed him.
"Too much for my liking. There was her turning herself into being about two inches tall. Her dying her hair rainbow colors. Then she dyed my hair when I was sleeping. . . Her creating acid and it almost ate through the floorboard... Stealing Lucius' peacock. And much, much more." Quirrell touched his hand to his forehead, "You know. Lynn being Lynn stuff. Most of it happened all during last two weeks when she started getting bored and you all hadn't came back from your honeymoon yet."
"Aha, well, sorry about that. Wish you had as much fun as I did..." Voldemort grimaced.
"How'd your honeymoon go by the way?" Quirrell asked curious.
"Well, it was fun for awhile...in the beginning..." Voldemort kept walking.
"Oh? What happened?" Quirrell asked, confused when he heard Voldemort hadn't been having fun for the entire time he and Rose had been gone during their honeymoon. "She didn't give you something again, did she?"
"Hm? Whatcha mean?" Voldemort stopped and blinked at Quirrell.
"Well you said it was fun for a while." Quirrell said slowly. "I'm just asking what happened that stopped it from being amazing. Especially since you didn't have to deal with Lynn for two months."
"Well," Voldemort ran his finger over the railing, hesitantly. "She's pregnant, right?" He looked up at Quirrell.
Quirrell nodded slowly, "Right."
"Well, there are certain things that a very prego woman doesn't want to do." Voldemort looked at him, trying to tell him without actually saying it.
Quirrell winced. "That sucks."
"Mm-hm. So, yeah, it was fun for awhile, but then she got all 'Let's go to here, instead, Tom.' and 'I'm too tired, Tom.' and 'Put that away before I do, Tom!'." Voldemort stopped, realizing he had said too; much, much too much.
Quirrell blushed and coughed awkwardly into a fist. "That sucks, man."
"Are you guys coming or what," Lynn asked sticking her head out the door.
"We'll be right up!" Voldemort said, awkwardly stared in every direction but Quirrell's and dashed up the stairs.
"'Kay, 'kay," said Lynn disappearing back inside.
Voldemort pushed open the door and stepped into a huge chamber, giant pillars held up the ceiling of the library, which also served as the foyer. "Whoa, hey, Quirrell, check out the size of this place"
Quirrell looked inside smiling to himself as he looked around.
"Pretty, huh?" Lynn asked laying on the ceiling.
"Do you think it's big enough?" Rose leaned on one of the shelves, her tummy bulging in a eight-month pregnant kind of way.
"Ya think? Who reads this much? It's bigger than the library in the other house." Voldemort spread his arms out.
"I do thank you very much?" Lynn said.
"I also read quite a bit, Voldemort," Quirrell said softly.
"I must be in the presence of the king and queen of all nerd-dom." Voldemort sighed and started to walk around, picking up random objects and then putting them back down. "So what's in the rest of the house?"
"Mm, I'm too tired, Lynn you take them around." Rose slumped into a sofa and rubbed her swollen belly.
"See, I told you she's always too tired." Voldemort muttered, Rose chucked a book at him, which he dodged.
"She is pregnant," Quirrell replied, looking up at Lynn whom was rolled her eyes, "Care to give us a tour?"
"Go explorin' yourself." Lynn chuckled. "I'm sure you'll be fine without me. If not, find a way." She smiled as she transformed herself to a chipmunk, falling quickly back to earth, and taking off.
"Fine, come on, Quirrell." Voldemort closed his eyes and chose one of the three doors leading off the library/foyer. "We'll go this way!" He triumphantly opened the door, only to have a broom smack him in the face. "Ow!"
"Dear, that's the broom closet." Rose didn't look up from a book she picked up.
"I know'd thad!" Voldemort rubbed his nose(?) and snorted, then chose another door. "Come on, Quiddell." And he stalked off through the door into a narrow stairway that led to a dark hallway.
Quirrell laughed as he followed Voldemort.
"Hm, this seems to be where the bedrooms are. Let's try the doors." Voldemort opened the first, and there it was, a nursery. "What the fu-"
A crib occupied one side of the room and there were various kinds of playthings and a rocking chair, it would have been sweet, except everything was covered in dust and cobwebs. Voldemort slowly walked in and ran his hand over the crib's bars. "This was where the baby was supposed to be..."
"Yeah," Quirrell said running his finger on the rocking chair, his fingers picking up dust. "Very sad..."
"She didn't put any of this away. I guess she meant it when she said she hadn't lived here since the incident..." Voldemort knelt down and peered at the toys from behind the crib-bars.
Quirrell's eyes looked rather distant and sad. He sighed as Voldemort headed towards the door. Quirrell followed behind, closing the door to the nursery as they entered back into the hallway.
Lynn suddenly ran passed them in chipmunk form, changing and hovering herself in front of a closed black door with strange silver symbols written along the frame. "NOT THIS ROOM! NO ENTERS!" She shouted clinging her nails into the door frame. Where her fingers touched the door glowed. She glowered at them, "You shall not pass!"
"AH!" Voldemort jumped back, grabbing Quirrell, "Will you stop that! We already went in!"
Her eyes went wide. "This room?" She asked giving an awkward sort of laugh as she began shifting from one foot to the next.
"Yes, we saw the nursery. Geez, no wonder Quirrell is so high strung!" Voldemort got out from behind Quirrell and crossed his arms across his chest.
Confusion flitted across Lynn's face. "But this door doesn't lead to a nursery. You sure you went in this room?"
"Oh, not that room. The room behind us." Voldemort jerked his head toward the room behind them.
"O-oh... Okay, well just make sure neither of you go into 'this' room here. You know the one with the black door and glowing writing." Lynn said showing off the door like it was a prize at a game show, "Yeah, that one. No enterin'. 'Kay?"
"Thank you, Vanna, we'll keep that in mind." Voldemort brushed past her and the door and opened the one next to it. "Ooh, Quirreeeeellllll, I found something cooooolllll!" Voldemort pointed into the room.
"What?" Quirrell asked going by Voldemort.
"Check it out." He opened the door a little wider, "It seems that Octavian had some interesting hobbies..."
"Whhooo, what is it?" Lynn asked hesitently leaving her post by the door, curiousity getting the better of her, and looking over where they were looking.
"SHUTTING PEOPLE IN CLOSETS!" Voldemort shoved Lynn into the closet and slammed the door. "'Kay, let's checkk out the awesome door." Voldemort rubbed his hands together and sniggered.
"NOOOOO!" Lynn screeched, scratching at the door. "LET ME OUT! I don't like the dark! Don't go in the room! Don't open the door! NOOOOOOOO QUIRRELL STOPS HIM!"
Voldemort reached out his hand and grasped the door knob.
Quirrell looked over at Voldemort. "Maybe we shouldn't..."
"Aw, come on, Quirinius, live a bit! Besides what's the worst that could-" Voldemort opened the door a crack, only to have it slammed back closed by Rose. "What the fu- How the hell did you get up here so damn fast? You keep saying you're too tired for se-"
"Silence. Do not open the door to my Time-Space Continium room." Rose walked over to the closet.
"Is that what's in there..." Voldemort stared at the door with, if possible, more curious.
"No, but it sounds pretty damn awesome, doesn't it. That's Lynn's room." Rose opened the closet door and Lynn the chipmunk leaped out.
Lynn's voice, squeeky and quickly said,"It was awful, I tell them not to go in there and then Voldemort locks me in this closet and I think I broke a nail. And - and..." Rose scooped Lynn up.
"There, there. I'm sure he was only curious. At least you could warn them about what rooms not to go in." Rose smoothed down Lynn's ruffled fur.
"I did and he still locked me in the closet!" Lynn sobbed pitifully.
"Right, these two doors are off limits," Rose pointed to the glow-y door and the nursery. "For now, anyway."
"Um, they went in that room." Lynn said and found herself dropped on the ground.
Rose loomed over her, "What?"
"I found them exiting... That …. Room..." Lynn said her ears lowing on her head and she scampered back a little. "And if you hadn't came, they would have went into my room."
"I specifically remember telling you to be on room detail, just until I could clean the nursery up." Rose pointed accusingly at Lynn.
Lynn lowered her head, crying big blubbry chipmunk tears. "I forgot. At least I remembered my room...before-" She shivered. "They would have not been happy with me."
"Lynn," Rose stood up, a tower of ultimate power, "you are grounded. No Quirrell for three days."
Lynn lowered her head. "Fair enough."
"Wait, wha?" Quirrell looked confused over at Voldemort. "What exactly happenen?"
Voldemort leaned over to Quirrell, "Dude, you're an accessory."
"I see that." Quirrell said, "I presume that it hasn't been the first time that this has happened if she didn't throw a tantrum like you did."
"Voldemort, can you tell Quirrell." Lynn said lifting her head up not looking back, figuring that talking also wasn't aloud to even talk to Quirrel. "Lynn does not throw tantrums. Just gets in trouble. Takes, it like a man."
Voldemort stared at her, "I'm so not getting involved." he turned around and found Rose standing there, hands on hips. "What?"
"I think we'll give you a tour. There's really nothing on this floor, follow me." She beckoned them over and they followed They all went up another flight of stairs, "This is actually the servant's entrance, the main stairs was through the other door."
On the third floor there were four doors, one on each side of the landing.
"Okay, the north door leads more stairs which go to the Master Bedroom, the south leads back the way we came, the east is Lynn's sleeping room, and the west is a hallway that goes to the other side of the house."
"What's on the other side?" Voldemort smiled, nudging Quirrell.
"The study, kitchen, dining room, living room, oh, and each bedroom has it's own full bathroom." Rose leaned back to rest her back on the wall.
"So what exactly is in the other room... That we aren't suppose to go into?" Quirrell asked curiously and Lynn's chipmunk head - which had been down as they walked, sulking silently to herself - snapped up, eyes wide.
"Quirinius, I will warn you only once, and if you keep pestering me, I will ground you too." Rose narrowed her eyes, causing Quirrell to wither.
There was silence.
"Ookay," Voldemort clapped his hands, "Well all this tension is making me hungry, what's for dinner?"