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Chapter XXXI -Feelings-

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Chapter XXXI

–Feelings–

Sunday, 5 November 1972

CEP's POV

Harry accepted the teacup from Voldemort after the other brought him back to his office. Somehow he had shifted as he run away and Voldemort had to literally magically-overwhelm him to ground him before he would fully lose control... before he would forget about being a Human being.

"No one ever comments how hard it is to stay in control." He shamefully tried to justify himself, but in his whole being he felt like he was actually trying to find excuses for himself.

Voldemort looked back from where he was setting up his own teacup.

"Normally people do it when they are older and have already found who they are. You are still questioning yourself. You have always done it.

"You see yourself as a male and refuse to be treated or dressed otherwise." He added and signalled down at Harry's attire who was in only trousers and inner-shirt. "Even though you don't look down on females.

"You always pictured yourself one day shredding the female attire and wedding a good Witch." The man explained as he accepted a plate of cookies from Slippery that had popped in to offer. "Yet our official status yesterday just brought down into shambles everything you believe in."

"I..."

"I'm not the children type. My orphanage's matron made certain to make me believe myself incapable of ever even pondering over the fact." Voldemort set the plate on his desk besides Harry and Harry took one cookie. "Yet I find myself wanting to have a child with you. Even if it worries me. After all, the fatality rate of bearers..."

Harry looked at Voldemort when he suddenly broke the porcelain teacup in his hand accidentally. Sighing, Harry stood, set down his food and took hold of the hand. He accepted the water from Voldemort's House-elf and washed the hand, only when he was certain there were no porcelain leftovers did he accept the antiseptic and bandages wrap. He whipped the hand's palm with the antiseptic until he was certain the whole wound was hidden by the liquid – Voldemort didn't even argue, even though the cure most likely hurt more than the wound – and, then, wrapped Voldemort's hand carefully.

"I don't know if your mother would have survived if she had given birth in a hospital. But things have improved immensely." He explained and tied the bandage wrap in a knot. "Nowadays, so long as people are followed by Healers, it's very rare for them to die from childbirth."

Voldemort nodded thankfully.

"As I was saying: I want to be that «Witch» you wed and have children with. I may not be what you dreamt of, but I am here for you."