Voldemort's Husband

Chapter VI -Meeting Grandpa-

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'Thinking'

«Portuguese»

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-Parseltongue-

{Talking on the Floocall/through Two-way mirror/through Patronus}

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

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter VI

-Meeting Grandpa-

Friday, 1 September 1961

HGV's POV

Harry looked up from the laws he was studying towards the entering Professor Humbledoor.

"My husband has already headed to the Headmaster's office for the lasts dots." Harry argued.

"I wanted to speak with you."

"Why?" Harry wondered. "You do not look like someone who needs a Detective."

A locket was shown before thrown at Harry, who caught it easily. Harry looked at the Peverell's crest on the front, before opening it.

"Her name was Ariana." Harry hummed as he stared at the ginger green-eyed Witch smiling back in the picture. "Gellert Grindelwald's daughter."

Harry closed the locket, hiding the picture of his Mama and threw it back at the other.

"If you want to know if she was yours, then all you need is to ask yourself what your magic tells you."

"Gellert never..."

"Why would've he?" Harry argued with a harsh laugh. "You two broke up before he realized, correct? Then, by all means, you had no right on the child. She is a bastard."

Harry returned his attention to the laws book.

"Why does my magic guide me to you?"

"I don't know... have you slept with and then left someone else to feed for him/herself?"

"No."

"Then grow a brain, Sire."

Harry ignored the Professor, but the image of his Mama kept him from reading past the very same line over and over. When he looked up to storm at the Professor, he found Marvolo having returned.

"Is something wrong, my Harry?"

"Professor Humbledoor visited me. Can't study since then."

Marvolo sighed and approached, sat back on his heels and set a hand on Harry's forehead. Harry closed his eyes and let his husband's entrance, who immediately dealt with the magic block that Harry's emotions created.

"Why does he leave you this stressed out?"

"It's not him. It's my past... before Portugal."

Marvolo hummed and Harry opened his eyes at feeling the other's lips on his.

"Because your parents sent you away?"

"Aurors killed my parents before my eyes and tried to kill me as well." Harry argued. "My own father's magic acted up and sent me away before it dried out."