Cross-Time

Chapter XXX -First-Time-

No Beta

Ner words in this chapter: 2,519

"English"

[French]

–Parseltongue–

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

{Talking through Horcrux}

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

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter XXX

–First-Time–

Saturday, 4 November 1972

LV's POV

Voldemort nodded at Abraxas and the Potter brothers as they left the Headmaster's office and, then, pushed Evie into an empty classroom in the corridor that lead to the office. Before the boy could argue, he pulled him close to his chest.

"Wha...?"

"Do you have any idea how much you just put yourself in trouble with this? You just forced my hand!"

"I..."

"EVIE!"

The boy looked up at him through his massive glasses, confused.

"If you didn't want to, why didn't you refuse the claim?"

"Because you outed it. Because you literally magically accepted me as your future husband!" Voldemort snapped and the boy's eyes widened. "You really have to learn to think before you speak, you idiot boy! You..." Voldemort shut up surprised at the slap.

He looked down wide-eyed, not really sure if it had really happened or not.

"I know! I know my inability to think straight ends with people hurt or worse! I remember too well Sirius' death!!!"

"Sirius? As in Heiress Lestrange?"

The boy's eyes grew and he stepped back, taking a hand to his mouth as if he had spoken too much.

"I... bollocks! Me and that big mouth of mine!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes when the boy just started to badmouth himself under his breath completely forgetting that Voldemort was even present, grabbed Evie by his cheeks and, for the first-time since they met, overstepped his boundaries. Evie's eyes were wide-open as he stared right back through his glasses as Voldemort kissed him for the first-time, while being careful to not actually kissing him on the lips because of his vouch.

"Are you focused now?" He demanded and the boy nodded, while gaping back. "That memory... will it be me?"

"I..."

"How can I help you if you don't tell me, Evie?" He urged.

The boy's eyes watered.

"I vowed... I vowed when I moved in with the Malfoys that I would stop it. I would stop the Prewett twins deaths... James... Lily... Sirius... I would stop Voldemort before he would do it."

Voldemort sighed. That explained why Evie had hated him that fateful meeting... his hate... had been why Voldemort had been interested in him in the first place.