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Luna shifted the Hatchling in her arms as she cast a wandless glamour over herself. She then placed a glamour on the Hatchling, making him appeared to be a stuffed animal instead of a little boy. She couldn't raise suspicion, since she needed to get him to The Basilisk and the Lion immediately.

A Notice-Me-Not Charm also ensured that they didn't receive any attention. You could never be too careful when the future was hanging in the balance and your actions could greatly influence it. Especially when said future was sitting calmly in your arms.

Her stormy eyes looked ahead in a way that only a Seer could manage. The Lion was currently on the fourth floor staircase, making his way up to his Common Room.

She rushed up the moving staircases, holding on to one railing as she went. It wouldn't do well to fall to her death and simultaneously cause the death of the future.

She caught up rather quickly and latched her free hand onto the Lion's shoulder. Her glamours dropped immediately and he turned to her.

"Hey, Luna."

Luna pulled him up the remaining stairs and into the seventh floor corridor.

"Let's go to your dorm, Harry. It's very important."

He didn't question her word and just nodded, bringing her into the Gryffindor Common Room. She ignored the password, not really caring since she knew it would change at the end of the month.

"What is it?" he asked when they were alone in the dorm room.

Luna revealed the Hatchling and passed the child to the Lion.

"The Hatchling has come into your care. You must protect him until it is time for him to return home."

The Hatchling wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and happily said, "Daddy!"

The Lion blanched and looked to her for guidance.

"You spilled blood earlier, did you not?" she enquired lightly.

"Yes? But what does that have to do with a little boy calling me his father?"

Luna smiled. "The blood spilled on you mark. Only powerful wizards and witches gain one. The Mark of Familial Bond is used to recall any descendent of you, to your side, with just a little bit of blood on the marking. No matter where they are, they will come to you."

"It was a simple paper cut and a drop landed on my arm and now…"

"And now your offspring has traveled to your side. He shall unite you and your other half."

Harry stared down at the child.

"He is mine?"

"Yes."

Harry looked down to the child and smiled lightly, "What is your name, little one?"

The boy smiled, Avada eyes glittered excitedly, "I'm Varius."

"And how old are you, Varius?"

The little boy held up one hand, showing that all five fingers were up.

Neither noticed Luna slipping from the room. Instead, Harry was too busy asking Varius all sorts of questions.

"Dobby!"

The House Elf popped into existence before him and gave an excited bow. "Harry Potter called Dobby! What can Dobby bes doing for the great Harry Potter?"

Harry placed Varius on his fourposter and cleared his throat, finally noticing that Luna had skipped off to do only Merlin knows what.

"Dobby, I seem to have come into the possession of my future child and I'm not sure what to do to care for him."

Varius jumped off the bed and wrapped small arms around the Elf. "Dobby! I missed you!"

"You know Dobby, Varius?"

The little boy nodded. "Dobby is best House Elf. Dobby plays, others stuffy and boring," he pouted, nose wrinkling.

Harry was stumped, "Dobby is our House Elf?"

"Head Elf," the child corrected.

Said Elf was suddenly smiling brightly, ears flapping repeatedly. "Dobby would bes liking to serve the great Harry Potter, sir!"

Harry was caught off guard when a golden light surrounded Dobby's form.

"What just happened?"

"Dobby is now the great Harry Potter's Elf, of course!"

The Elf placed a hand on Varius' forehead and tsked, "You bes cold. Dobby will get soups from kitchens."

"Yay!"

The Elf popped away and returned a few seconds later.

"The other Elves bes happy to hear that little feet bes roaming the castle once more."

Harry couldn't help but ask, "They roamed the castle before?"

"Oh, yes! The Founders' families bes residing in Hogwarts long before theys bes separated to leave it just as a school."

Well, the more you know.

Varius was sat on the bed, with several pillows surrounding him. Dobby had the bowl of soup levitating in front of him and a serviette tied around his neck to keep his clothing free from spills. The boy eagerly ate his fill, leaving Harry to ponder the recent events.

Luna handed him a child that was supposedly his. That he accidentally summoned from the future? Said boy who was giggling as Dobby talked with him animatedly.

He was small, with a full head of black curls, messy and uneven. His eyes were just like Harry's own. He looked so innocent, it made Harry feel protective. He also felt the need to squeal about how cute he was, but refrained just barely.

Varius. He hadn't gotten a last name. The boy probably assumed that he already knew it. But who could the future mother of his child be?

Not Ginny. He was not interested in her in the least. Nor Hermione, who was with Ron finally. Not Luna, who didn't show interest in anyone at present. So who could it be?

He was just shocked that he had sex with a woman. He wasn't interested in females in that way. Quite frankly, he had very kinky interests, despite never acting on them before. But none of them required a woman. Instead, they demanded another man to play along.

This was confusing.

But he would have to continue the Potter and the Black lines, so that would make a lot more sense. He was pretty certain wizards couldn't bear children. At least, he thought so. No one had ever brought it up to him before. Probably because people assumed him to be straight and already knowledgeable about wizarding stuff. A lot of people thought that he'd get with a red head.

He shivered.

Not to offend any gingers, but red hair would make him think of his mother and he would never date anyone with red hair.

He looked up to see Dobby popping dozens of stuffed animals into the room.

"They bes coming from the Come and Go Room."

He nodded and couldn't help but smile as the child giggled and hugged his own stuffed snake tightly as Dobby levitated the others around him.

§What is going on?§

Harry's attention was drawn to the side, where the door of the dorm was. Felix was slithering across the floor, making his way to the bed.

§There is a child in here, please don't attack him.§

Felix's head bobbed, §Where did the hatchling come from?§

§Luna claims that he's mine.§

Varius crawled forward to look over the edge of the bed and his Unforgivable colored eyes brightened immediately. §Papa!§ he yelled!

Both Harry and Felix gaped at the boy, who tumbled off the bed and ran over to wrap tiny arms around the most deadly animal in the world.

Harry stepped up and tapped Varius on the shoulder. "Felix is just a snake, he can't be your Papa. I thought I was your Papa?"

Varius shook his head, "No, you are Daddy. And Papa is Papa."

"Do you mean that you have two fathers? What about your mother?" Harry asked. "Is she not around?"

Varius fixed him with a sad look. A pitying one. He did not like the fact that a child was giving him such a look.

"Daddy, I came from you! You are Mummy, but you don't like being called Mummy, because Mummies are girls and Daddy is a boy."

Harry's jaw dropped. "So wizards can actually bear children?" he huffed, with a shake of his head.

Felix looked to him, §Of course they can.§

§Oh, yeah. How dare I not know that.§

Felix returned his attention to the boy, §Perhaps your Papa changes into a snake as well?§

Varius shook his head. §No, you are Papa. Only Papa has red eyes.§

"Varius, what is your full name?" Harry finally asked, dreading the answer.

"Varius Marvolo Slytherin."

Harry's heart stopped. Or maybe it doubled pace. Possibly even tripled. There was just no way.

"Who is your Papa?"

"Tom Marvolo Riddle-Slytherin."

Harry sank to his knees. Luna said that this was his son. His son from the future apparently. And that would mean that he got with Tom at some point in the future. How did that happen?

Harry looked over to Felix, who was strangely still. Even with a child climbing all over him, he wasn't moving. Red eyes staring into space. Red eyes.

"Tom?" Harry asked hesitantly.

The snake turned to him and hissed, §Yes.§

§What the bloody hell are you doing here?!§

§I don't know! I was having a normal day, torturing my followers and the next thing I know, I'm a snake and being attacked by multiple unknown witches and wizards. And then I was brought into Knockturn Alley and you bought me a week later. I can't change back and I can't access my magic and I am… helpless… for now.§

Harry stared at his snake. His snake who was apparently his 'greatest enemy'. Who cost him a lot of money. Who he carried everywhere. Whom he brought with him to the meeting! Whom claimed that he couldn't use magic.

§You heard everything at our meeting?§

§Yes.§

§And… what are your thoughts?§

Felix - Voldemort - looked down. §I was shocked. Many other emotions as well. Your representation of the sides of the war were rather well put together. I couldn't help but appreciate your views and your goals. I personally agreed with most of them. I've noticed that you are much more intelligent than I was led to believe. Your friends are different than what I've been informed. And unfortunately, I'm confused.§

Voldemort stared at the child as Potter got over his shock. This was their child? He married Potter of all people?

Though the fact that they were married, led him to believe that they must have come to some sort of agreement if they were amicably amenable in the thought of being together. Both enemies suddenly turned spouses would take something big.

The boy was Neutral. He was planning to create a side to protect from the upcoming conflict. So that would mean that he wasn't going to fight in any battle. Which meant it was just Voldemort and Dumbledore in the end. The Ministry would obviously do nothing of import, so he just had the old coot to worry about when it all came together.

Yes. If Potter swore not to try to kill him and he were to possibly swear the same vow, then the prophecy would be null and void and he'd be able to take control of Britain easily. That could work. It would mean much less death involved. He didn't want to spill any more magical blood, he wanted to preserve it, but not many people knew that.

The Dark Snake Lord turned to face the teen, §You do not wish to fight me to the death?§

Potter's sneer was Severus worthy, §That's why I'm creating my own side. Otherwise it wouldn't be worth it.§

§Then we must act. The prophecy will stand in the way unless we ignore it, or nullify it.§

The child's head snapped up at that, §How?§

Voldemort was smiling, though it was not noticeable since he was stuck as a snake. Still, his glee could be gathered from his sparkling, crimson eyes.

§We vow never to kill each other.§

Harry frowned.

§I may be a Gryffindor, but I'm not a gullible as some assume. I was supposed to be in Slytherin after all.§

He ignored the internal pleasure he felt at the shock he could see, Tom's serpentine jaw had dropped.

§Yes. So, I will not just agree to something like this unless we set some parameters first. My side has an entire list of things we believe in. Things that people who feel for that particular subject, can join. Some things are very important and from what I've seen you do since you've been back, nearly everything I'm aiming for, goes against your plans. You've gone mad, according to people who lived through the last war. I even searched out answers myself and there was a significant change in your actions and I think I know why.§

Tom stared at him for a moment.

§What do you mean?§

Harry sighed. §Dumbledore has been showing me your life as you've probably gathered. He explained why Slughorn was brought back. I'm to get on his good side, to get information out of him. Something that he apparently told you years ago, could make or break the war. Dumbledore is certain that whatever he believes it is, is what 'drove you from the light'. Something about your incessant need to be immortal.§

Tom hissed suddenly, §He knows!§

§So I guess he was right, whatever he was thinking.§ Harry nodded to himself. §Well, if it's anything like the diary was, then I'd assume that doing it more than once isn't good for your health.§

§What happened to the diary?§

§I stabbed it with a Basilisk fang,§ Harry easily admitted, free of guilt.

Tom's head moved side to side violently. §How did you even get a hold of it? Lucius was supposed to have it!§

§He planted it on the Weasleys' youngest child back in my second year. Tom took over her mind and body and forced her to open the Chamber of Secrets. Students were petrified too damn often and eventually, Ginny Weasley was taken into the chamber and I went down to get her. I killed the Basilisk and stabbed the diary with a fang. And so ended my venture through second year.§

§Fuck!§

Harry's eyebrows shot upward. The Dark Lord Voldemort just cursed. Would wonders never cease?

Varius leaned up from where he was straddling the Dark Snake Lord and gasped, §Daddy, Papa said a bad word!§

§What does Daddy do when Papa says a bad word?§ Harry asked, interested in the answer.

§Papa sleeps on sofa!§

The teen snorted at the aghast look on the snake's face. §I guess we know who the head of the house is.§

§Daddy!§ Varius said excitedly. §But Papa is head of citadel.§

§Citadel?§ the snake and wizard hissed in unison.

Harry shook his head and asked, §Where in the world did Tom find a citadel?§

Varius shook his head and pouted, §Daddy found citadel in Aegean sea!§

§Where's that?§ the teen asked in confusion.

Tom hissed, §It's a sizable body of water between Greece and Anatolia.§

§What?§

§I believe it is sometimes referred to as Asia Minor.§

Harry sent the Dark Snake Lord a look. §You mean the Republic of Turkey, which was named such before you were even born?§

§Where did you learn that?§

§Primary school, muggle world history. There was a war or something and it was in the early twenties when it was renamed from Asia Minor.§

§Perhaps for the muggles. But it is still referred to as Anatolia or Asia Minor by the magical community.§

§Pardon me for not knowing, but Binns doesn't teach anything but Goblin wars and rebellions. And no one cares enough to really study anything, so History of Magic grades are always down. And then there are the choice few like Hermione who do nothing by half.§

§Binns was pathetic in my day as well. Something that will have to be rectified soon.§

Harry turned to look at Varius and asked, §You live in a citadel in the middle of the sea? How does it stay afloat, or is it on an island?§

Varius giggled, §Silly, Daddy. We live under the sea!§

Harry looked at Tom expectantly, §Is it possible for humans to actually live under the sea? Are their cities under the sea?§

§There has only been one civilization of air breathers to live underwater.§

§Who?§

Tom fixed him with his crimson gaze and said almost reverently, §The Atlanteans.§

Harry gaped for a while. Atlantis was real? As in, tangible and not something that someone came up with to entertain muggles?

Tom was talking again, §There are no more people of Atlantean heritage. Atlantis was said to have sunk several millennia ago. Long before the Founders of Hogwarts. Long before the segregation of muggles and magicals. All knowledge of the ancient city's whereabouts has been lost to time and no one even knows where it is. The magic that the ancients possessed was said to be astounding. Nearly godly. Since they were directly chosen by Poseidon to represent his earthly power, they had abilities that wizards could only dream of.§

§So I take it that they are a big deal to the magical community?§ Harry asked in interest.

Tom nodded.

Harry looked to Varius and asked if they lived in Atlantis.

The boy smiled. §Daddy found it. Aunt Mione says Daddy made water part and barrier let him in. Daddy then fix barrier to let everyone in.§

Tom's head snapped to him instantly, §You will be the one to find the lost city of Atlantis!§

§What am I going to do with a city?§

Varius pouted, §No city. Citadel. We live in citadel.§

Voldemort stared at the child who insisted with his tiny pout, that he lived in a citadel with his parents. This child, Varius Marvolo Slytherin, was his offspring.

The boy was adorable. There were no words that could describe him any better. He was the Dark Lord and he found something adorable.

Potter looked to him in silence.

§Potter, perhaps if I were to agree to your terms, you would be comfortable in making the vow with me?§ he offered. The boy's Avada eyes, amazing in their own inner light, sparkled with interest.

§You would agree to leaving the muggles and muggleborns alone? You wouldn't turn the magical society into a training ground for Death Eaters? You won't pass outlandish laws that remove freedom from magical creatures? You won't continue to spout blood purist bigotry? You won't attack anyone who is neutral? You won't harm those who willingly give in from the light or dark side? You would give them a chance to submit and if they do, you would allow them peace? You would swear not to kill me or in no way order or hint to anyone to do it for you?§

The boy stared at him evenly. Expectantly. He looked so much older in that instant. And it didn't escape his notice that the boy put his own life all the way at the end of the list. Truly he wasn't worried for his own welfare.

The Dark Snake Lord nodded suddenly. §I will admit to having lost myself. I used a method to gain immortality. I used it many times, my soul is so split, I may have lost myself along the way.

A few years ago, I had been in a terrible mood. I was trying to find another body to possess, when I was suddenly filled with power. Not enough to fully sustain myself without a body, but enough magic to keep a new body alive without need for unicorn blood. If what you said of my diary is correct, then when you destroyed it, the soul piece inside, returned to me. The feeling was one I never forgot.

A few months ago, I was filled with the same feeling. I had been teaching Lucius an important lesson, when I was filled again. It had been a shock for me. And when I awoke, I was a snake and I couldn't access my magic. I have a strong feeling that whenever an object that carried a piece of my soul is destroyed, the piece will return to my main form. My diary was half a soul. Then would be ring with a quarter, and all the way down the line of objects I used.§

§Dumbledore wears a ring on his one hand. His hand is all black and emaciated now.§

Voldemort hissed in annoyance, §Can you get that ring back for me? Besides the Slytherin Locket, it is all I have left of my mother.§

Voldemort knew Potter's stance on what his mother had done. Truly, he had never seen her actions in such a terrible way. But never knew the whole truth. He thought that Tom Riddle was simply lying to save face to his parents and his village. After what the boy had told his friends from his 'lesson' with the old coot, he was a bit disappointed, but he refused to really think on it. He'd always had a mental image of what he thought his mother was like and he didn't want to face the music. Didn't want to ruined the image he created in her place.

§So you actually feel more than hate and anger?§

Voldemort gave a pointed look in the direction of the child and said, §Apparently I do, otherwise he would never be born.§

§Sex isn't something bring people that much closer you know. A lot of people have casual sex these days.§

Voldemort scoffed, §Having my child is an honor and I would never grace it to someone I would just lay with once and abandon. I'd have to have some level of tolerance and actually like them. Since our future selves live together and are well acquainted enough for me to allow you to force me to sleep on a couch when I misbehave, I'd say we're rather closer.§

The boy flushed instantly. "Don't think that just because you and I somehow have a child in the future, that I'm going to allow you to bugger me whenever you want. It isn't going to happen. If we by some miraculous working of God or the gods, or whatever is up there, actually get together, you will woo me properly. And you will agree to my demands in regards to the vow. If you truly have no issue with anything I had asked, then making the vow won't kill you."

Voldemort sighed. He didn't 'woo' people. He never had to 'woo' anyone. People came to him freely either for his power which was addicting to some, or for a chance to lay with him. Or even just to be in his presence. And Potter just wanted to be 'wooed'.

§Fine. I will 'woo' you as you demand. However I should forewarn you. I am ruthless. When there is something I want, I will do anything I can to obtain it. If I wish for your hand, then I will be as Slytherin as I am to get your acceptance. I play to win, Potter, remember that.§

The boy huffed and reached down to pull the child from his scales.

§Somebody needs a nap,§ Potter told the child, who nodded. Voldemort was certain that most children would be whining, but this one. Not their child.

Their child. Dear Merlin. A creation made of the best and worst of both of them. Voldemort hoped the boy wasn't a Gryffindor. Gryffindors were too foolish and none too caring for their own safety.

"Are you both getting along now?"

Voldemort hissed and turned suddenly, to see the fluttery looking blonde. Lovegood, his mind supplied.

Potter stared at her, "You knew about us?"

The blonde seated herself on one of the beds and nodded, "The Hatchling will bring union to the Lion and the Basilisk. You are meant to be together in body, soul, mind, and heart. As the Lion is already holder of the Basilisk's soul and the Basilisk holds the Lion's blood, eventually, you will hold each other fully.

The Bumblebee plans to strike quickly. His plans will not be halted. Now that he is most certain of the Basilisk's weakness, he is willing to sacrifice all in order to be victorious. If he gets his way, the Lion shall perish and all will be lost."

Potter drew back in shock, "Why would Dumbledore want me dead?"

Lovegood's eyes became eerily dark. Voldemort slithered a little closer, curious to hear about Dumbledores plans.

"The Bumblebee knows. The Basilisk accidentally gave the Lion a piece of his soul many years ago, gifting him with the speech of the serpents. The Bumblebee believes that the Lion must be destroyed along with the other soul pieces in order for the Basilisk to be truly defeated. His foolishness - should he win - will bring ruin upon the worlds."

Voldemort understood the meaning finally and hissed in anger. He'd made Potter a Horcrux! That was why the boy could speak the serpent's tongue! And Dumbledore planned to kill the boy at the right moment, thinking that it would defeat the greatest Dark Lord to ever exist.

The old fool.

"He plans to kill me off when most convenient?" Potter asked, looking slightly ill. The Seer nodded forlornly.

"We're going to have to move our plans up then. We need to collect those of neutral choice and find a place to house them. Far from Dumbledore's influence. And Tom, you need to make that vow first. I will then vow after you."

Lovegood stood, "You have already learned of where we shall dwell. The hallowed halls of the ancient citadel shall be our new home. I shall see to your vows, in full views of the High Ones."

The Seer pulled out her wand, "Please wrap your tail around the Lion's arm, Master Basilisk."

Voldemort knew that he was being addressed and sighed. He lifted his tail and mimicked the action of clasping Potter's arm. Potter's warm hand closed around his scaled body and the two shared a look, even as the Seer began to chant.

"Do you, Lord Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle, Heir Gaunt-Peverell-Slytherin, hereby do vow to leave the muggles and muggleborns out of your battles? To never turn the magical society into a training ground for Death Eaters? To refrain from passing laws that would remove the freedoms of all magical creatures? To cease propagating blood purist bigotry? To fully grant pardon to anyone who are neutral? To give mercy to those who willingly give in from the light or dark sides? Will you allow them a chance to submit and if they do, you would grant them peace? Will you promise to return the magical world to its former glory? Will you vow to not kill one Harry James Potter, Heir Potter-Black-Gryffindor, nor suggest such a thing to anyone, even in jest? Do you so vow these things upon your life and magic?"

Voldemort stared at Potter, who looked solemn for some reason. The boy seemed doubtful of him. He scoffed inwardly.

§I swear it,§ he hissed.

A fiery, red light rose from his tail and wrapped around Potter's wrist. The teen gaped at him, and he felt smug.

The Seer turned to Potter. "Do you, Harry James Potter, Heir Potter-Black-Gryffindor, hereby vow to not join in the war between the light and the dark side? To allow the Basilisk to win on his own merits so long as he follows his vows? To provide protection for those in need of it? To protect the Hatchling until he must return home? To raise a new era of children within the sacred halls of Atlantis? To accept the Basilisk's suit? To not kill him nor suggest such a things to anyone, even in jest? Do you so vow all these things upon your life and your magic?"

Potter regarded his Seer for a few seconds, before nodding, "I swear it." A green flame in the form of a whip, arose from his arm and wrapped tightly around Voldemort's black tail.

The Seer nodded and stepped back, "These vows have been acknowledge by the High Ones. Mars shines luminously. Be forewarned, to break even a part of the vows, will kill you."

The two nodded and she smiled suddenly, happy once again. "Good. The plans for the Yule holidays have been altered. Jupiter will be in its prime on the Winter Solstice. Atlantis must be entered that very night. Listen to the Hatchling, for he shall guide you."

Potter spoke up before she could leave quickly.

"Do you know when Tom will get his body back?"

Yes, Voldemort was quite interested in that answer as well. Both looked to the blonde expectantly.

"The Basilisk shall return to himself when his heart is once more in the right place."

The young Seer swept from the room without a backwards glance.

Voldemort looked to Potter, whose lips were pursed. He then looked over to the sleeping child.

"How are we going to deal with sleeping arrangements?"

§You slept next to me for a month.§

§Yeah, but you weren't a Dark Lord then. To me you were just a snake.§

§Surely you wouldn't leave our future offspring to a bed all on his own?§

Potter glared at him. §Fine. Try not to choke us in our sleep.§

§It's not like I choked you during the past month, though I knew who you were. You're very warm though and snakes get cold quickly.§

§Uh-huh.§

§Besides,§ said Voldemort. §The vow wouldn't allow me to even if I wanted to.§

A/N: Another one done!

So, Atlantis means 'island of Atlas'. Just because it sounds like Atlantic, does not mean I have to put my version of Atlantis in the ocean. I wanted Atlantis close to Greece for a good reason. So it is submerged within the Aegean Sea. Since in my story, it was the chosen island of Poseidon, he'd want it close to Olympus of course. His domain in essence.

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