Chapter 3
Harry looked at them both. "I love you guys so much. I don't want to lose any of you."
Rabastan said, "We are not going anywhere, Harry."
Tom invited them to Riddle Manor for supper.
They showed up that evening in light blue robes.
Tom smiled. "Rodolphus, Rabastan, how are you guys feeling tonight?"
They smiled. "Good, my lord, better than last time," Rodolphus chuckled.
"Take a seat."
Rodolphus sat on the right of Harry, Rabastan on the left.
Harry watched them both chatting away with Lucius and Narcissa.
When the food was brought out, Rabastan hummed, blinking. "Um, what is that?" he asked.
Harry looked at him, seeing what he was asking about. He frowned. "I have no idea. Rodolphus?"
Tom blinked. "Um, yeah, I don't even know. Missy, can you please tell us what that is?"
Missy said, "That is a special dish from our native species. It's a noodle dish with different toppings on it. It can also be a soup. Master Rodolphus had it last time he was pregnant."
Tom looked shocked.
Rodolphus said, "Oh hey, I do recognize it. I haven't had it since. Rabastan, it's actually good."
Harry chuckled. "Only you, my love."
Missy said, "We spend extra care on the ones who reproduce. They need extra support in our culture. They are to be treasured."
Harry smiled. "Thank you, Missy."
Rodolphus and Rabastan said, "Thank you. Do all elves feel that way?"
Missy replied, "We do. If you need anything else, call for me, Master Rabastan, Master Rodolphus."
Harry said, "Well, you got their attention, didn't you, my loves?"
Tom said, "Well, they're not wrong. You two are carrying the next Potter and Lestrange heirs, after all."