Ner words in this chapter: 2,391

"English"

'Thinking'

«Portuguese»

/German\

[French]

–Parseltongue–

{Talking on the fireplace}

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

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter XII

–Ministry's Files–

Monday, 2 October 1961

LV's POV

Harry was with Fenrir Greyback when Voldemort and Rubeus arrived the Inn. The younger male smiled back as his Familiar sat on the Wizard's lap and accepted the crusts that its owner would share. Somehow that Creature could eat even more than Harry and that, by itself, was a fit that Voldemort would've believe impossible.

"Weren't you in classes," «Marido?» Harry wondered and smiled at Rubeus when he showed the hand-made boots. "For me?" Rubeus nodded. "Thank you, Hagrid."

Voldemort wondered how he managed to fall in love with a Wizard that surrounded himself with Creatures and Halfbreeds.

"Don'' mention it, Harry." Rubeus argued and Harry took out his sneakers, making Voldemort narrow his eyes at the wet socks.

"Rubeus, go to the clothes store and get us a 7 size wool socks."

Rubeus looked back at the order, only to then realize Harry's wet feet and nodded, hurrying out. Harry blushed at Voldemort's overprotectiveness, but didn't argue. He knew better by now.

"Weren't you in classes?" He asked instead as Voldemort sat before him and accepted the teacup being set before him by Ab.

"Dumbledore called me because the House-elves went to whine to him." He argued and Harry scoffed in amusement. "I went down into the Great Hall with the students and gave them an assignment of Pure Magic. Ab, if your brother attempts to tell Harry that he should not teach House-elves a lesson or anything that implies that he is treating him in more ways than a husband of his colleague: you have my permission to interrupt him."

Ab looked back confused and then understood that Voldemort had to remind the old fool that Harry's mother was a bastard and by so the old fool had no Family Rights over Harry and over telling him what to do.

"I'll make sure to remind Albus of what he can or cannot do." He agreed.

Rubeus entered the Inn and hurried to their side and showed the socks package Quidditch-themed. Voldemort's lips thinned, but Harry needed to change from his wet ones so he didn't argue. He opened the package and quickly pulled Harry's feet onto his own lap and changed his socks, warming up the cold feet between his hands. Finally, he tried on the boots and they were perfect fit. Voldemort didn't even want to know how Rubeus even knew what foot-size Harry was before Voldemort had told him. By the time Voldemort let Harry set his feet down, the older noticed how his husband was as red as a tomato.

–V'sH–

Friday, 13 October 1961

HGV's POV

Harry entered his husband's office's fireplace and left at the Ministry of Magic. He looked around to realize he was in the atrium. He approached the security counter.

"I entered using the floo." He offered and the worker looked back before sneering at how he looked. Harry wondered if he was full of ashes. He had even bothered to put on his robe… "The name is H dot Voldemort. I came to…"

"Go back towards where you came from, FOB." The man snapped.

Harry took a deep breath to keep himself from snapping back. Finally, he took a hand to his glasses and pulled them up his nose. As he did so his Corporeal Patronus showed before him and the Basilisk (personification of his husband) crawled down through floor of the Atrium and, in no time, it found Marvolo's Knights.

{It's Harry Voldemort, I'm in Ministry's Atrium with the Security Guard being called a FOB, I've no idea what he means but by his tone of voice I believe it to be an insult.} He quickly explained before he let the Patronus dissolve.

He took a deep breath to hold back his magic. He shouldn't have done that…

The fireplace behind Harry could be heard turning on and he turned to see Corban Yaxley leaving the floo followed by Jeremy Lestrange. The two nodded back and approached in fast pace. Corban moved behind the counter and, before the guard could snap, made a badge for Harry with the words Lord H. Voldemort, husband of Professor T. Voldemort. Grey Detective on Work before he put it on the Securityman's hands and forced him to read it. The Wizard looked it up as Corban accepted Harry's glasses and quickly measured them, while Jeremiah had set a hand on the back of Harry's neck and was returning Harry's magic levels to normal. Harry could hear the Security man gasp in outrage.

"There's no way this…"

"Watch how you speak!" Corban snarled as he returned Harry's glasses back. "All done, Sire."

"Thank you, Corban."

The other nodded back, retrieved the badge and walked around the counter to put it on Harry's robe over his heart.

"He is an Outsider!" The Security man snapped.

Corban groaned loudly and then looked at Jeremy.

"You better do it yourself, Jeremy, because if I am the one who teaches him better: I fear that he'll end up meeting my baby brother's Alpha."

Jeremy nodded, released Harry and walked around the counter, touched a button that was there and a woman showed from inside, running their way.

"Lord Lestrange?" She asked.

"I need you to take over your colleague for now. He needs to be taught some manners on how to speak with a Family Lord." Jeremy explained, the woman looked at Harry and, at seeing his badge, nodded immediately. "Thank you."

"Was your wand measured, Lord Voldemorte." The woman asked pronouncing the T instead of making it mute, as Jeremy walked away and pulled the struggling man with him.

"I just measured his glasses, Constance." Corban agreed, signaling the parchment over the counter.

The Security woman, Constance, picked it and read it.

"Phoenix's tail core?" She asked and Harry nodded. "Very well. Do you come often to the Ministry of Magic on work, Lord Voldemorte?" She added.

"Voldemort. The last T is mute." Harry hurried to explain and the woman blushed. "And sometimes." He agreed.

Mrs Constance turned towards Corban.

"File 394, in the 2nd floor. Security Department." She offered. "It will give him a Work vista and so not need to keep picking a badge each time he enters and to have his glasses measured."

Corban nodded thankfully and walked with Harry out the Atrium towards the lifts.

"Do I want to know what you are working on this time?" The Wizard wondered.

"I… is there a file room with people's names and stuff?" Harry wondered and Corban looked back puzzled. "I want to try to locate my parents again."

Corban hummed as they entered the lift.

"How were they killed?"

"Aurors. Kill first ask questions later." Harry explained with a shrug. "I guess that's why I'm not Light, even if I don't believe in my namesaker's beliefs of Dark and Nomaj overpower."

Corban opened his mouth to say something but the lift stopped and someone entered so the two stopped the conversation.

"Lawyer Yaxley."

"Auror Scrimgeour." Corban agreed. "How's the family?"

"Growing steady. Who's the Fawn?"

"Professor Voldemort's husband: Lord and Detective Voldemort." Corban replied, signaling the badge.

The Auror tensed and then bowed his head at Harry, who nodded back.

"So… earlier I was FOB and now am Fawn?"

"Fawn skin tone." The Auror explained himself. "Who called you FOB?"

"Crickerly." Corban explained.

The Auror scoffed and turned towards Harry.

"It means Fresh Out Boat. It's an insult for Foreigners." He explained and Harry nodded thankfully at finally being taught. "Who is dealing with it, Lawyer Yaxley?"

"Lord Jeremiah Lestrange." Corban explained as the lift stopped and the three left. "I almost introduced him to my brother's Pack myself as he kept refusing the Lordship claim."

The Auror scoffed.

"You are the Detective that arrested the former Minister, aren't you?" He asked as he accompanied them down the corridor and Harry nodded. "I suspected by the title on your badge." The Auror agreed. "I don't know if your husband has received it already or not but there will be a Ministry's ball on the Samhain… 31st October."

"What about it?" Harry asked with dread.

"The new Minister himself invited you and your husband to the ball as a show of peace."

Shit…

"I'll warn Professor Voldemort to see if they have time on their agenda." Corban agreed and the Auror nodded before entering a cafeteria. "Want me to find you an excuse?" The lawyer asked as they walked to the end of the corridor.

«Mau presságio.» Harry mumbled. "How do I say it… it's a day that something bad happens?"

"Each time?" Corban asked and Harry nodded. "Bad omen." He offered and Harry nodded thankfully for the translation. "I'll speak about it with my Lord to see what we can do about it."

Harry nodded thankfully and Corban knocked on the last door. The door was opened by a strange portly little man, with rumpled brownish hair, a lime green bowler hat on top of his head, pinstriped cloak and a gold pocket watch dangling from his pocket.

"Lawyer Yaxley." The man agreed. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm accompanying Detective and Lord Voldemort on his work. He needs to look-up the files of a couple killed during the war or right after the war." Corban demanded.

The man looked at Harry, looked at his badge and then allowed the two entrance. Harry looked around at the infinite library with files and files of people who once lived. This could take a while. Corban guided Harry to a round table and folders upon folders started being piled on the table.

"Anything in detail about the case that you can share?" The man asked, while messing with his lime green bowler hat in what was obvious a nervous tick.

"I'm unsure if the file says that a toddler or young child was present during their murderer." Harry supplied and picked the closest file.

The worker nodded and hurried away and started looking up the files. Eventually he returned with several files that were set down on the table. Corban sat by Harry's side and the two started going through it as the other walked away looking for more.

"Anything that I can look for that will help?" Corban asked.

"Father's brunet and mother is dark-red-haired and green-eyed." Harry agreed.

Corban started opening files and upon seeing the picture would close it and pass it to the side. Both looking through each file in silence as the Worker kept bringing files for them to check. Harry was sure this wasn't public files, but as he was here with a Lawyer the Worker didn't dare to argue.

Eventually a couple hours later the Worker brought in a file that had several layers of spells on it. Harry looked up from the file he was checking at feeling the magic in it.

"That's a restricted file, am I right?" He wondered and Corban looked up at once from the file he had just set aside.

"It fits the description, but I can't open it." The Ministry's Worker put in.

Harry took it and looked at the file's front to see his Grandfather's symbol. Biting his bottom lip, he let his magic start to shine in his hands, making them almost yellow in the Pure Magic brightness and then grabbed the folder and started forcing it open. Corban stopped the Worker from interrupting Harry and when he finally broke the binding spell the folder opened suddenly to show his parents' dead picture.

He did it.

He found his parents.

–V'sH–

LV's POV

Voldemort looked up from the homework he was grading to see Miss Pearl's head in his fireplace.

{Is everything alright?} He asked the teenager.

{Lawyer Yaxley just arrived with the Detective and asked me to floocall you. He is unconscious.}

Voldemort nodded and stood as the Young Witch left the floo, retuning back. He immediately travelled to Yaxley's house, bypassed the teenager and hurried into Corban's guest room where the Lawyer was setting down his husband.

"Explain." He demanded as he approached, took hold of Harry's hand and realized how magic weak his husband was.

Corban's mother entered with a kit of potions and balms and started to look through them to help Harry.

"We were at the Ministry of Magic looking through the old files to try to locate his parents." Corban explained and Voldemort immediately looked back. "We found them in a restricted file that he broke the magical bind."

Voldemort groaned, understanding why Harry had passed out.

"He used too much magic." He agreed. "There's nothing in those potions that can help him, I fear. I need to share my magic to regrow his Magical Core and then I'll need Core potion for myself if you have." The former whore immediately looked through her potions and then nodded. "If you two don't mind giving me the room?"

They stood and Voldemort saw Corban pick a folder from the side and bring it with him.

"I hope that you took it out legally, Corban." Miss Yaxley reprimanded her son.

"I'll deal with Cornelius Fudge after making sure that this is really Sire's parents. Because it can't be made public."

"Corban!" The old Witch reprimanded and Voldemort's lips twitched in amusement as the door was closed and they were left behind.

He knew that Corban had already Obliviated Fudge of their visit from the way the other had told his mother. The file had to mention Grindelwald and since it was a Bastard claim it had to be kept within the family or Lawyer.

Voldemort took a deep breath, then let his Dark Magic appear on his hands and started to lend it to his husband's pale body. Harry had used way too much. Voldemort sincerely hoped that the file would be worth it.

(TBC)