That Evening-
"Okay, here you go, Quirinius." Rose opened the door to a small bedroom in the hall of Foribben Doors. "You can sleep in here until Lynn's punishment is over."
Quirrell nodded slowly, "Okay, thank you." He said. "Rose, does Lynn's punishment include not talking to me or is she doing that to annoy Voldemort."
Rose sighed, "No, she's just being silly. Now, stay out of that room." Rose turned to leave.
Quirrell nodded walking over to the small bed and sitting down. He got up quickly walking down the hallway and into the library and picked up a book before walking back to his room. He noticed the door's strange letters were glowing, but heeding Rose's and Lynn's warnings -also not as nosey as Voldemort- Quirrell quickly made his way back to his room where he began quietly reading to himself.
Upstairs-
Voldemort lay in the huge bed, staring at the ceiling. He peeked over at Rose, seeing her asleep, he slowly lifted the sheets off and slowly, carefully put on foot on the ground.
"Where are you going?"
"Eep!" Voldemort froze, slowly turning around to see Rose sitting up. "N-Nowhere, dearest...just going to get a book to read, that's all."
"Tom, you don't read." Rose arched an eyebrow.
"Yes, well, no better time to start like the present." He smiled in what he hoped was a convincing way, it wasn't.
"Lay back down, Tom, and go back to sleep. Leave Lynn's stuff alone." Rose rolled over and Voldemort sighed and settled back down.
"Can I have a hint?" he asked innocently.
"No."
Four weeks Later-
Voldemort was having a wonderful dream, Potter was laying dead before his feet. He raised his wand to the sky, laughing triumphantly.
"Tom?"
Voldemort stopped laughing and looked down at Potter. "What?"
"Um, I think I need to go to the hospital."
"Well, duh, you're dead." Voldemort smiled.
"Tom, wake the fuck up!"
Voldemort was shaken awake, Rose sat up in bed, red-faced and gasping.
"Wh-What's wrong?" Voldemort rubbed his eyes, "I was having the most amazing dr-" He snapped into full wakefulness as he saw the water on the sheets, "What the hell is that?"
"My-My water broke, Tom!"
"Water broke?...Oh, oh, I get it!" Voldemort leaped out of the bed and tripped on the sheets, which were tangled on his foot. "Oof, Quirrell! We need some help!" Voldemort raced down the stairs. Rose sat there in astonishment, panting slightly.
"Um, Tom?"
Voldemort and Quirrell came into the room, followed by an overly-excited Lynn.
"Okay, what the hell do we do?" Voldemort looked from one person to the next.
"Hospital!" Lynn said, jumping up and down as she said suddenly looking very calm. "Voldemort help Rose downstairs. Quirrell help Voldemort be calm! I'll be downstairs getting a thing set up to transport us." She then took off down the stairs.
"Calm? Coming from you that's a lot of comfort!" Voldemort called after her. "Okay, Quirrell, let's, um, get her downstairs."
Voldemort swallowed loudly. Quirrell and he grabbed a-hold of Rose's arms and helped her to the first floor.
"Using floo powder." Lynn said looking rather impatient as she held a small bucket with grey powder. Each took a handful, each going one after the other to the hospital.
And they were gone.
Four Hours Later-
"Okay, Mrs. Riddle, one more push." The doctor said encouragingly.
"Okay, okay." She took a deep breath and pushed. There was a loud thump.
The doctor looked up in confusion, "What was that?"
"Tom fainted!" Rose looked frantically at her support team, who was lying on the floor.
"Nurse, could you get him out of here, please?" Doctor turned his attention back to Rose.
"One more push!"
Rose pushed, and there was a high-pitched wail. She lay back, gasping.
"Congratulatiions, it's a boy." the doctor handed the baby to the nurse who cleaned it off and then handed it to Rose.
In the Waiting Room-
"Voldemort?"
"Mm."
"Wake up."
"Mmmm." Voldemort slowly opened his eyes, trying to focus on Lynn's face.
"You passed out." Lynn said and Quirrell offered him a hand up. When Voldemort took it, Quirrell smiled as Voldemort slowly stood up still dazed and woozy. "Congrats. The nurse told us a few minutes ago, you guys have a boy."
"A boy? Great..." Voldemort swayed for a moment, then shook his head to clear the fuzzies. "Wait, a boy? Oh, I'm a father!" Voldemort rushed out of the waiting room and then stopped, "Um, which room is she in?"
"248." Lynn said after a moment of thought. She smiled brightly. "Congrats."
"Thanks!" Voldemort tore off down the hallway after briefly checking the board of room numbers. He skidded to a halt outside room number 248. He stared at the door knob and took a deep breath. He slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open.
"Hey, you." He said softly, slidding the door closed behind him.
"Hey," Rose looked sleepily looked up at him. "I thought I lost my support team."
"Heh, yeah, sorry about that..." He sat slowly down on the edge of the bed. "I heard we did alright."
Rose smiled, "If you mean that it was a boy then, yes, we did very well."
"So, how are you?" He brushed back her hair.
"Mm, a little exhausted, but over all I'm just fine." Rose closed her eyes for a second.
"So, " Voldemort took her hand gently tracing her fingers. "what'd you name him?"
"I thought we'd wait until Lynn and Quirrell came in. In exactly five seconds."
The door swung open and Lynn was holding some daisies in a vase.
Quirrell looking uncertain where exactly those flowers had come from. And shrugged confused in Voldemort and Rose's direction. One moment she was there and the next Lynn had ran outside coming back in with the flowers. When asked, Lynn only grinned telling him they should go visit Rose.
Lynn smiled sheepishly, "The seven send their best."
"Good to hear." Rose shushed Voldemort's inevitable questions with a look.
"So how are you doing?" Lynn asked Rose, putting them down on a nearby table.
"You look well," Quirrell said with a soft smile, "Have you already named the baby?"
"Well, she has. She was waiting for you guys before she would tell anyone." Voldemort looked at Rose anxiously.
"Yes, I wanted everyone present." Rose waited, dramatic pause at this point was way overused.
She took a deep breath, "I named him Volderrell Marvolo Riddle."
"N'aw," said Lynn grinning. "That's a cute name."
Quirrell nodded in agreement.
"Volderrell? Where'd you get that?" Voldemort blinked in confusion, Rose just stared at him.
"Well Voldy..." Lynn said biting the tip of her tongue and using her fingers as if it helped her any, "Your name mixed with...I dunno."
Voldemort blinked, "Oh, I get it." He looked at his wife, "You named our child after him?" he gestured at Quirrell.
"Me?" Quirrell's voice squeaked out and Lynn's eyes grew bright.
"That is awesome," Lynn said with an excited squeal. "IT'S SO CUTE! I can't wait to tell the sev-"
"Yes, Quirinius. I thought it was fitting, considering how much a part of our lives you've been this past half year." Rose gently took Quirrell's hand, cutting Lynn off before she said too much.
Tears filled Quirrell's eyes. His voice was soft as he said, "I'm deeply touched. Thank you Rose."
"You're most welcome, Quirinius." Rose smiled.
A nurse popped her head in, "If you'd all like to come with me, I'll show you where he is."
Voldemort looked back at Rose, "Wanna go?"
"Sure." He helped her up and gently guided her to the door.
Lynn and Quirrell followed right behind them. Lynn was practically buzzing with excitement.
"There he is." The nurse pointed out one of the swaddled babies in a blue blanket.
Voldemort leaned forward, a look of disappointment slowly creeping across his face. He backed up and let the girls rush forward, cooing at the baby. Voldemort took another step back.
Quirrell noticed Voldemort backing up and the disappointing look across his face. Quirrell asked softly. "You alright?"
Voldemort leaned over and whispered, "It looks like him."
Quirrell wasn't sure what to say. He glanced over, looking at the bundle from where they stood and then looked back over at Voldemort. "That could be so, but youare his Daddy."
Voldemort looked uncertainly at Quirrell.
Then the nurse came out again, "Since you fainted, would you like to hold him?"
Voldemort, too nervous to be angry at being reminded that he had fainted, dumbly nodded his head. The nurse led him to a chair and left for a second, returning with the baby. "Watch his head." she instructed before setting the baby in Voldemort's arms and going back out the door.
Rose put her hand on Voldemort's shoulder. "Well, Tom, you're a natural."
Voldemort didn't speak at first, he didn't even seem to hear her.
She leaned over, "Tom?" her eyebrows furrowing with concern.
He shuddered slightly.
Lynn tilted her hand and glanced over at Quirrell shrugging. Quirrell stepped closer to Lynn also confused and concerned. "Voldemort?"
Voldemort took a halting breath, "I-I don't kn-know what's wr-wrong with me..." He looked up at them, smiling like an idiot and tears rolling down his face.
Lynn laughed with relief. "You'll be okay."
Rose smiled and pressed her lips against his forehead. "It's okay."
"I-I ca-can't st-stop crying...Wh-what the hell?" Voldemort looked down at the baby, running his free hand over Volderrell's tiny face.
"That's natural." Quirrell said softly, "Or I expect so."
Voldemort wiped his eyes, "W-Well, the Dark Lord doesn't cry..." He looked up at Rose, "Does he?"
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Rose smiled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, gazing at the baby.
"I won't say nothin' either." Lynn said as Quirrell wrapped his arms around her.
"Wait, that's a double negative..." Voldemort looked up at her indignantly.
"Hush, you'll wake Volderrell..." Rose put her finger on Voldemort's lips.
"Hm, y'know, it's going to be very confusing with a Voldemort and a Volderrell in the house..." Voldemort looked up at them all.
"Would you rather I unbreakable vowed not to," said Lynn looking away with a shrug murmuring to herself, "Not the first time I've made one." She looked back at Voldemort and said, "We could always give the little guy a nickname."
Quirrell looked at Lynn and then at the baby. "Like Rel?"
"Ooor, option two," Voldemort sighed, "You could just call me...'Tom'."
"That's too easy of a solution," Lynn stated.
"But it works," Quirrell said rolling his eyes.
"How is that 'too easy'? I've forced people to call me that for years! I'm giving it up at this very moment so you're lives will be easier! And furthermore-" But Tom didn't get any further, he woke the baby. "Uh, ah, what do I do?" He thus started to panic, causing the baby Volderrell more distress. "Oh, shi-"
"Here, give him to me." Rose scooped Volderrell up and started to coo at him.
"Well, don't panic, for one." Lynn said chidingly in Tom's direction.
Tom put his head in his hands, "I'm a failure..."
"Not a failure-," Lynn said.
Quirrell then spoke, "-Just new at it, is all."
"Thanks..." Tom shook his head miserably.
"There we go little Volderrell, all better! Oh, did Daddy's freaking out and self-importance scare you?" Rose cooed, Tom looked up at her, "Don't worry, it scares us too."
"Tom if it makes you feel any better, you are doing so much better then my sister." Lynn said with a nod, "She'd thinks there are batteries in babies that make them cry."
"Oookay, so, we've seen the baby. Now I need my rest." Rose pointedly nodded at the door, and the nurse came back and took Volderrell back to the nursery.
"Oh, wait, I-" Tom stood up, but the nurse already left.
Quirrell glanced over at Tom, clasping him on the shoulder as he spoke, "You'll see him soon enough. Volderrell needs his rest too."
"...yeah...I guess we should go home." Tom stared after the nurse. "I'll see you tomorrow, Rose." He kissed her and made for the door.
"Bye." Rose sat back on her bed.
"Bye." Quirrell said turning back and following Tom.
Lynn lingered for a minute and said merrily as Quirrell was out of earshot, "I may visit the Seven. I'll let them know you are doing well."
"Okay, bye."