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"Talking"

'Thinking'

{Talking on the fireplace, phone}

–Parseltongue–

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Epilogue

Thursday, 4 July 1996

LV's POV

Voldemort watched as easily his children and courter took his Death Eaters in as if they were part of the furniture. He hadn't suggested that since they had a constant member of the Order present…

–Did I went too far?– Harry asked as the children played chess with Evan Rosier and Harry was on the table studying his new books that Voldemort had already gotten for him.

Voldemort glanced at Black as the man slept on the blanket. He looked at Rodolphus who approached Black and checked on him.

"He's asleep." Rodolphus put in, picking his wand and raising a ward around the Wizard to warn them if he'd be about to wake.

Moving his shoulders, Voldemort got out of the Evans persona. It was tiring to keep it up at full-time.

–I had thought about it, putting a couple men with you. Although with Black I had no idea how to make it work.–

Harry nodded, returning to his book.

–I believe that it's a mutual voting when I say that Rosier is welcomed to stay.–

Voldemort watched as immediately the children nodded.

–So he can play babysitter on you?– Voldemort retorted and the twins grinned back. "Rodolphus, what do you and your brother do on a daily basis?"

"Stay hidden in my father's Manor, my Lord."

"How good are you with shapeshifting?"

"Rabastan is a lot better than me and still not even a forth of what you are."

Voldemort pointed to the playing trio.

"They've already picked their babysitter, now we need a bodyguard."

Rodolphus controlled his chuckle as Evan sat straighter.

"I'm certain my brother will be as proud as me at the proposition, my Lord."

"My Lord…" Evan started embarrassed.

"It's only until 1999." Voldemort argued, making his men look at him surprised. "That's when the twins birthed the first time. Then your job will be to watch over Harry and the new-borns."

Harry frowned and turned to Voldemort.

"About that… they are going to return to the future?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "You raised this whole family around them. If they just disappear questions will be asked."

Voldemort turned to the trio and then to Harry.

"And how will you explain the children's names?"

"I won't. For the twins to exist they need to birth… but they can't be raised by us."

"So when the time comes they'll return to the past." Voldemort put in surprised at Harry's thought line. Voldemort looked at the twins, who had tears at the corner of their eyes but nodded. Voldemort looked at Harry. "It will be a hard job to keep up."

"First time was a mistake." Harry looked at the twins who smiled back. "Now we're rewriting our mistake. Making it something better. But for that to work… we still need to abdicate their childhood."

"Will Miss Lovegood participate in this?" Voldemort asked.

"I will." Voldemort looked to see Serena enter with a smile. "Harry is the first person to treat me as a person. To be my friend. If he'll explain to me everything, I'll do it."

"Not everyone would've do it." Voldemort retorted.

Harry laughed.

"Luna isn't most people."

"No, I am not."

–MR–

1999

HJP's POV

Harry took a hand to his belly at feeling his children move. He won tears at the corner of his eyes.

"My Lord?" He looked up towards Rabastan who had approached, worried. "It's time?"

Harry nodded sadly.

"Should I warn your husband?"

"He's in a meeting. Not now."

Rabastan nodded and approached the living room's door, knocking on it. Immediately Rodolphus entered.

"What is it?"

"The babies are coming." Harry hissed, before screaming in pain.

–MR–

LV's POV

Voldemort entered St Mungo's Hospital as Thierry Potter, née Evans running. He told Harry he wanted to be there. He wanted to see the twins before them being sent to Luna…

He entered Harry's room to find the teenager crying with one baby on his arms. Voldemort approached uncertain.

"Harry?"

"Let me introduce you to your son." Voldemort approached and accepted Stan, he looked so small and… wait. Stan's hair… Voldemort looked up at Harry. "I like John."

Voldemort looked down at his son, understanding.

"John Potter. I like it." He sat on the bed and Harry leaned unto him, crying.

Voldemort didn't stop him. It had been Harry's idea yes, but didn't make it any less difficult to the fact that they would've have to give up their twins for their life to be much better than it was supposed to be…

"Papa? Dad?" Voldemort looked up to the entering 15-year-old twins. "Is that…?"

"John, your brother."

Twin eyes grew before they approached and looked to the baby.

–We were three?–

–Yes.– Voldemort pulled the crying Harry to his arms as Miley picked her brother. –I'm sorry… I just can't…–

–You still had to birth us and give us up.– Stan argued. –Did you… see us?–

Harry shook his head.

–Mrs Malfoy said that it would be best for me if I didn't.–

Stan nodded, before approaching Miley and looking at their brother. There was a knock and Stan went to open in, to show Serena and Black.

"Is Harry all right?"

"He just had a hormonal discharge, what do you think?" Voldemort argued as Serena approached the baby. "No you aren't being his godmother as well." He hissed, making her chuckle. "Two have been enough."

–MR–

HJP's POV

Harry looked up when he had a new visitor, only to see Dumbledore.

"Professor."

"How do you feel, my boy?"

"Dead tired. Johnny is good to go home, but the healers are keeping me under watch because I cry every night."

"Don't worry. You'll be a great father." Harry grinned up at the man. "Has the Minister visited you yet?"

Harry shook his head.

"Why should he? He has a Wizardry World to run, doesn't he?"

"He did put his men with you at full time." Dumbledore put in and smiled down at John who had taken hold of his beard.

"Actually I'm surprised he has yet to barge in considering you are visiting me. Last time you two almost blew up Hogwarts."

Dumbledore chuckled.

"Not my best moments, I agree." The old Professor admitted, while carefully releasing his beard. "Although he did take a more political go thanks to you. You must've told him something during those private classes."

A memory of Voldemort in Tom Riddle persona pinning Harry against the school desk attacked Harry's mind.

"The idea of going politically came from him all together." Harry argued, lowering his head, blaming the after-pregnancy hormones for his inability to be able to hold his embarrassment. "How's the twins? When they came I was in the middle of a crying fit."

"They are doing well in their classes. Both of them straight EEs and Os. They won't have problems with their OWLs, their bodyguard Evan Rosier also has a say in this as he tutors them every day after classes."

"Good, their father will be happy to hear that."

"And their step-dad as well, I'm sure." Harry blushed at that as Dumbledore smiled back. "They are still giving Filch a lot of trouble, though."

Harry grinned at that.

"They certainly spend too much time with the Weasley twins." Voldemort argued as he entered the hospital room as Tom Riddle, glaring at Dumbledore.

"Tom."

"Dumbledore."

"Do remember this is a hospital. I don't intend on having to use my decontrolled magic to protect my new-born baby from you two." Harry put in, to which Voldemort glared back.

"Why are you here, Professor Dumbledore?"

"I came to congratulate Harry, of course, Minister."

"You congratulated him." Voldemort hissed.

"And to inform him that Professor Slughorn will be officially retiring at the end of this school year." Harry frowned turning to the Headmaster who smiled back. "Horace said he'd be deeply honoured if the great Potions Master Harry Potter would take his place."

Harry's eyes grew and he grinned.

"As long as my classroom isn't in the dungeons."

Dumbledore chuckled.

"Do not worry. It won't be."

Dumbledore nodded at Voldemort and left the room. Harry looked at him amused as he approached at once, to check every single detail out of place.

"Potions Professor." Harry put in.

"Professor Potter. You know what this will mean, don't you?"

"A ward at the school for us and Johnny?"

"Babysitter and bodyguard." Voldemort argued.

"If you keep adding bodyguards to us Dumbledore will start suspecting." Harry argued, hugging Voldemort around his shoulders.

"Can't wait to have you at home again." Voldemort retorted.

"You won't sleep a full-night."

"How could I sleep without you sharing my bed?" Harry blushed and nodded. "I'm bringing you home tonight." Voldemort swore against Harry's lips.

"I'll be waiting, Minister."

Voldemort smirked, turned around and left the room, only for Rabastan to enter and came help Harry.

–MR–

LV's POV

Rodolphus followed Voldemort as he left his husband's hospital room.

"Sir."

"Warn the healers that Harry's husband Thierry will bring him home today."

"I will, sir."

"Warn Narcissa the Potters will need a babysitter." Rodolphus nodded. "And that if I catch any more love letter between her son and Miley, he'll be wishing he was born a Witch instead."

Rodolphus smiled and stopped following him as Voldemort walked to the apparating room while everyone bowed at his passage. If the Young Malfoy thought he could date his daughter without getting his approval he was fairly mistaken! It was already bad enough that Black and Serena were an item now…

The End!