-Chapter IV-

It took a couple of hours for Harry to calm down his children. They missed him, they missed their mother, but Harry couldn't give it to them again. It hurt, but this was what he'd chosen for his life. He missed them as their bearer as well, but most of it all he missed Marvolo. He missed the hugs and cuddlings together, he missed the kisses good morning and the kisses goodbye. But most of it all, he just missed his presence. Marvolo always had made Harry feel average and, at the same time, wanted. He knew how to make Harry happy and anyone who dared to make him sad would pay the price. That was who Marvolo was and he loved him for that.

"Not even a million flowers could steal me from you, Primavera."

"You say that now, Marvolo, but when you meet the right one you'll leave me for a real witch. For the real pureblood witch."

Marvolo snorted, what was a complete novelty coming from such a controlled man.

"Had I wanted a witch I wouldn't have stayed with you after I discovered what you were." Marvolo then approached Harry and grabbed his hand, kissing the back of it. "Why would I want a witch when it's your face I want to wake up to in the morning?"

Harry blushed.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere."

Marvolo looked up from his place by the hand with a mischievous look.

"Really, Mrs Riddle?" he asked cockily. "Because I'm not the only one who noticed the beauty that I'm married to. Every man - wizards and muggles alike - with eyes on their faces can see how splendid you are… but then again, no one would dare to come too close. Why would they? You would kill them in a heartbeat if they dared."

"Marvolo!" Harry argued pulling his hand away. "I'm no killer…" he hissed walking away. Honestly…

"I will always protect you, because you're mine. You may be a simply average 'witch', my Evans… but I still prefer you to any of those pureblood witches who claim to be better than anyone else."

Harry stopped in his haste to move away from Marvolo. He closed his eyes with strength.

"But…"

"The only reason you are so special to our colleagues is because you got the attention of the untouchable Tom Riddle." Marvolo said, approaching him from behind and hugging him, his breath appearing on Harry's ear. "The Lord Voldemort's lover… that's what makes you better than any of those witches."

"Marvolo…" Harry groaned, feeling his neck shiver in response to his movements. "I didn't do anything…"

"No… I was the one who saw you that day on the train and thought, she would be a good way to enter into the pureblood rankings. And I was right… the same way you used me to keep people unwanted attention from you." Marvolo stated, kissing Harry's ear and bringing a shiver from the smallest.

"Don't do that…" he managed to gasp.

"Do what?" Marvolo asked as if the bastard didn't knew exactly what he was doing to Harry's body.

"Make me feel unwanted as you make me feel wanted." Harry mumbled.

Marvolo hummed against Harry's flesh, then his hand moved up, turned Harry's head around and he kissed Harry slowly at first as if getting Harry used to it and then deeper and rougher. Finally when the need for breath was too much Marvolo pulled back, a wicked smirk on his face.

"You look so incredibly mine… Good Morning, my dear flower, I have to go to work."

And, with that, Marvolo had left to go work… Harry all bothered… with a not so welcoming, morning problem…

Marvolo had quickly learnt what had made Harry open up to him, he knew how to manipulate him… and Harry would let him. It was better to be this unwanted but wanted person… than Harry Potter.

–B–

Harry stopped dead on as he entered the library to see Narcissa with his guitar case.

"That's..."

"Aunt's." The witch agreed. "The Dark Lord isn't a sentimental person and asked me to throw all her things off."

"WHAT?" His dresses, his jewellery, his... memories...

"I was thinking of putting them in Black Manor. She would've like it... and you won't let anyone throw it out, will you?" Harry shook his head immediately. "What do you intend to do with your life, Mr Potter? Do you intend on taking her place by his side?"

"Definitely not."

Narcissa looked up with a sad look.

"Yet you're doing exactly that."

Harry looked the other way unable to look at his niece in the eyes, it hurt too much.

"I'm sorry."

Narcissa chuckled.

"I can see why he doesn't seem able to take his eyes off you. You're so like her... even the way you react..."

Harry blushed. How could he possibly think that he could hide this from a Slytherin?

"I may have lost one aunt, but you lost both an aunt and a sister, Mrs Malfoy. I can't imagine the pain you're passing through."

"I lost my sister decades ago. When she returned she didn't return to me but to him. That's all she thought about. She kept saying 'Aunt's getting old, who's to say he won't try to find pleasure somewhere else?'."

Harry's hand clenched. The thought of Marvolo taking a lover...

"He... He didn..."

"No. He isn't like that. The dark lord is practically asexual except for Aunt... and now you. Aunt was the only person he ever looked that way. Or touched for that matter."

"Aunt wasn't anything special. She just..."

Narcissa approached Harry putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't fool yourself like she did. Aunt was the most important witch in the school. Every boy wanted her but only one got her attention, because only he made her feel as if he was the centre of attention. Don't let my uncle do the same brain wash to you too, even if you don't want attention Mr Potter you have it. It's part of who you are, it's time to accept it instead of hide behind a wall of lies. Aunt spent her life alone because she got herself so deep into that wall that she couldn't live without her husband there to get the attention..." Harry looked at Narcissa in the eyes. "Don't become her."

Harry nodded and looked at the trunk, to notice it was full with Evans' stuff.

"Is that everything of hers?"

Narcissa sighed.

"No. There was one thing that 'Uncle' was unable to give up... Don't understand why though. He isn't the..."

"He's a collector. What is it?"

"Aunt's wedding dress robe."

Harry's eyes closed, trying to hold back the tears. He knew why that was the only thing kept. Just like Marvolo knew that Narcissa wouldn't really throw the things off.

Their wedding had been all about Evans. Even their night. Marvolo knew Evans to be scared so he'd made it all about Evans instead of himself. In Evans first night as Mrs Riddle, Marvolo hadn't taken him. Oh no... Marvolo waited. He waited for Evans to be ready for that. That night... it hadn't been about marking Evans as Marvolo's property. It was about giving Evans pleasure. Harry still blushed, remembering that his wedding night had been spent with Marvolo doing him a blowjob without even touching himself.

Evans lived for Marvolo, but Marvolo also only lived for Evans. The fact that Voldemort refused to give Harry up...

"How long is Black Manor gonna take?"

"At the very least a week, Mr Potter."

Harry nodded, looking at his old things again. He leaned down and picked a box of jewerly, opening just to make sure, Harry turned around and left the library.

–B–

Narcissa followed Potter confused at his actions only to see him approach the dark lord's daughter and give her her mother's chest. Narcissa's cousin picked it up puzzled and opened it, only for a smile to appear.

"For me? Can I really...?"

"You always wanted them. Now they are yours."

"Thank you, Daddy."

Potter nodded helping her to put on a necklace. Narcissa smiled.

Potter could tell whatever he wanted. He had taken Aunt's job as his job. Just like with Aunt, the Dark Lord had gotten to Potter at the right time and had turned him into his slave. It would take a lot of work to make Potter his own person, even more with the Dark Lord all over him.

Narcissa glanced at the Dark Lord on a corner as the man worked on his files. She'd seen the way he'd acted around Aunt. He moved, she moved – if she didn't move he would move back. Yes, Aunt had gotten to the point that she couldn't live without the Dark Lord and Narcissa had feared for the Dark Lord as well. That has been before Potter had appeared into the picture that is. When Aunt was in the room, the Dark Lord could never work without raising his eyes towards her from time to time and the same in return, it was like a magnet. All Death Eaters knew that Primavera Riddle was the only thing in between them and the Dark Lord, the only thing that kept him calm and sane. You want a happy Dark Lord? Keep his mistress happy. That was their lemma. That is… until she died. She had been too old. They had warned the Dark Lord of it, too old to get pregnant, her body wouldn't… and their fear had come true.

Narcissa smiled as her cousin stood and ran to her father to show her necklace. Narcissa loved her aunt, true, but living for another person was not a way to live. She couldn't help her smile at seeing the way Potter and Dark Lord shared a look at the ecstatic young witch.

The Dark Lord didn't see Potter as Aunt, Narcissa knew that even if Potter didn't see it. He treated Potter differently. Aunt had been a possession of his, but Potter? It was like Potter had been a caterpillar as a child, young teenager, until he moved to the Dark Lord's house where he lived in a cocoon with Aunt – from which Aunt never escaped from – and now… he had won wings to fly away. Aunt had had those wings… they had always been closed since she didn't want to fly, neither did the Dark Lord want her to fly away from him.

Narcissa wondered if her aunt had known. If she did why hadn't she sent Potter to Narcissa before? She had to know about the Dark Lord growing feelings for Potter. It was quite obvious, even though he was a master of disguises. The Dark Lord could never hide anything from Aunt besides from the obvious hiding from her who was the one that people really cared about. Could this be why Aunt allowed the children to call Potter as Daddy? And if that was true… could she know the extreme of her condition beforehand and hadn't done anything knowing it was too late for her?

Yes, Potter was a lot alike Aunt. Even shared similar pasts. Narcissa could see why the Dark Lord would find interest, if you were that twisted to get into that kind of thing. Although for the lad's own good, Narcissa hoped that he would finish education and make a life for himself instead of locking himself with the Dark Lord before he could even start living like Aunt.

To think Aunt had made Potter the sole heir of all her inheritances… did she think that wedding also came with the inheritance?

Narcissa looked at Potter as the lad looked out the window. Then again… Narcissa could understand why the Dark Lord was so attracted to him… not to mention that it wasn't everyone – not even Aunt – that the Dark Lord let torture his best lieutenant and even kill her. Sure they had lied about it because of Sirius, but… Narcissa smiled as Potter's inner Slytherin showed. He was hiding something…

(TBC)

chapter dedicated for Musme, reviewer number #200 who in trade got to see a little of the past of Tom and Evans

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