Voldemort's Husband

Chapter XII -Ministry's Files-

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"English"

'Thinking'

«Portuguese»

/German\

[French]

–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 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 pub 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