Harry woke up suddenly, sitting up in a bed he did not remember falling asleep in. Watching Sirius fall through the veil and Bellatrix's laugh echoing in his ears. He looked around the strange room trying to get ahold of his bearings again. He was in the center of a massive squishy bed, surrounded by what he now remembers to be his children from the future. What the fuck was his life sometimes.
"I think this has to be our weirdest adventure yet." Hermione's voice came from the side of the room, startling Harry only slightly. He didn't have his glasses on so he couldn't see more than a blur that he assumed was Hermione.
"So glad to hear my children time traveling to the past counts as a weird adventure for us," Harry muttered. Hermione passed his glasses over to him which Harry gratefully pulled on. "Where the hell are we now?"
"Ah, we would be in Malfoy Manor after Voldemort rescued us from the Order because they decided to kidnap you and were discussing how to get rid of your children. Also, they were ignoring the fact there was a way to save Sirius."
Harry stared at Hermione slightly in shock. What the fuck had happened while he was asleep? Hermione laughed softly at the look on Harry's face.
"Do we actually trust Voldemort and the Death Eaters enough to be in their lair?" Harry asked slightly hysterical.
"No, not exactly. But Voldemort does seem intrigued by the appearance of um, both of your children. I also have firmer ground here to threaten people than with the Order. Here we might be able to save Sirius and get your kids back to their timeline before they screw anything else up. Also… you have children with not only Lucius Malfoy but the Dark Lord himself. That has to mean we are missing something. Or you haven't gone crazy yet. Either way, you know I will follow you to whatever side will keep you alive and safe." Hermione smiled at Harry like it was the easiest decision in the world, siding with people who mere hours ago were trying to kill them yet again.
"'Mione I think we are really deep in the shit this time." Harry sighed.
"Yes we are, but maybe don't cuss in front of your children when they wake up." Hermione chided causing Harry to roll his eyes. "So we should have a plan of attack when Voldemort decides to come and uh hopefully just talk with us in probably a couple hours."
"Have you slept at all Mione?" Harry asked concerned, looking at the dark circles under her eyes.
"Of course, I haven't. The kids needed sleep but we are still possibly in enemy territory. Now Voldemort will be back to talk with us this morning, we need to have several things plotted out. I just wish Ron was here, he is much better at strategy than we are." Hermione commented.
"Well then if you aren't going to sleep then we can plan our verbal attack. But first, help me out of the bed so I can go pee without waking the kids." Harry whined causing Hermione to cover her mouth to quiet her laugh. Some things never changed.
*PLTS*
The knock on the door had everyone in the room going quiet. The kids had woken an hour ago and quickly joined in their strategy planning, even if the younger ones didn't understand why they would need a strategy against their father.
Sitting up straight, and taking a deep breath, Harry called out in a calm but confident voice, "Enter!"
Voldemort, followed by Severus and Narcissa, entered the room to see Harry sitting at the end of a coffee table, surrounded by his, their, children, and one Miss Granger.
"Voldemort," Harry said in a neutral tone, Hermione tensed up next to him.
"Potter," Voldemort responded in the same bland tone. Severus looked to the ceiling for patience. "You seem to have gotten into yet another mess."
"It is a talent of mine." Harry snipped back. "Although this one seems to be not my fault."
"I have no doubt your genetics are partly if not mostly at fault." Voldemort sneered.
The kids were looking back and forth between Harry and Voldemort, deeply confused. This is not a side of their parents that they had ever seen. The blonde woman standing next to Voldemort that was staring at Armand with fire in her eyes was also making him even more uncomfortable.
"How about you all come and sit down and we can talk reasonably." Hermione offered, which just earned her a look from the dark lord that was no doubt about her slamming a door in his face last night. But he did come over and sit across from them, Narcissa sitting to his left and Severus to his right.
"Maybe we should start with introductions," Voldemort suggested, looking across all the faces of children that looked like him and one that was definitely a Malfoy.
Hermione nodded in agreement and decided to begin the introductions on their side since the others were staying quiet.
"Obviously you know Harry Potter, and I am Hermione Granger. On Harry's right are Jai Potter-Slytherin, Elain Potter-Slytherin, and Rhodri Potter-Slytherin. On Harry's left is Rhosyn Potter-Slytherin and Armand Potter-Malfoy-Slytherin."
Harry saw Narcissa's eyes narrow and had a shield up and around them before she even got a spell out of her wand. He didn't hear what she cast but the bright purple light that shattered against his shield certainly didn't fill him with warm fuzzy feelings.
Both Severus and Voldemort had Narcissa tied up soon after the spell had hit.
"You cannot be related to any of the Malfoys! This is a lie! A deception! My Lord don't you see this trick they are trying to play! My son would never sleep with that miscreant!" Narcissa shouted.
"Miscreant?" Harry said before looking at Hermione, "Well I've certainly been called worse."
Armand cleared his throat, looking down at a woman he had seen many a silent portrait of. "I am sorry to ruin your image of what has happened, but my birth father was not Draco. Your son would be my half-brother actually."
"Are you trying to imply my husband would cheat on me?!" Narcissa screeched.
"I am sure the boy would not imply such things, but I do suggest you pipe down Narcissa before our lord silences you himself." Severus pointed out with a sharp look. Voldemort was rubbing his head, feeling the beginnings of a migraine coming on.
"I am going to regret rescuing you, I already know it," Voldemort said, looking at Harry who just had the nerve to grin at him.
"Yeah, you probably are. But I think we should call a truce between the two of us until we can get these five returned to their own time. Deal?" Harry asked calmly. Calmer than Voldemort had ever seen him, although the boy had never been scared in his presence either.
"What would this truce consist of?" Voldemort's tone was wary but he was also intrigued.
"Until the day we get Armand, Elain, Rhosyn, Rhodri, and Jai back home to their own time that you and I will not harm each other, and neither will any of the people belonging to us fight or harm the other unless it is in defense. Once they are gone we can re-evaluate if we want to continue this stupid war." Harry spoke confidently, but his insides felt like someone had cast the Jelly Legs Jinx at him.
Voldemort looked him over, and then the kids, before looking back at him. "I agree to a truce between Harry James Potter and Tomos Marvolo Riddle until the time that Harry's five children make it back home to their own time safely. So mote it be."
"So mote it be." Everyone but Narcissa responded.
"Can Severus scan you and the… children?" Voldemort asked in the wake of the awkward silence after the truce took hold.
"Scan us? For what?" Harry looked at Hermione confused.
"I have trained as a healer Potter." Severus drawled, "My Lord wishes to make sure you are all healthy and in one piece after our little adventure yesterday."
"I mean, I guess so? I don't see the point, we all are fine." Harry reluctantly agreed when Hermione and Armand gave him a nod. "You can start with the kids."
Harry studied Voldemort as he leaned over and seemed to be quietly threatening Narcissa. Harry trusted Hermione to keep an eye on Severus with the kids, not that he was too worried about their safety with the grumpy bat. Voldemort seems saner than even when he saw him in the Ministry yesterday. What was different? The thought caused Harry to frown but he also had a chilling feeling go up his spine.
Harry had the sinking feeling that finding his children inside the Ministry of Magic was going to change the course of everything. Maybe not in ways that Harry was prepared to face yet.