Mama Voldie and The Goblet of Fire

Chapter 11

~Several hours before the feast~

Marvolo paced in his shared study, he was honestly considering coming out of his retirement of being an evil person just because of this. He was seething, he knew he was. If young Severus saw him right now he would have sent Lily in to calm him. But no that was not an option now and he does not think his husband would brew him a poison just because of this.

It would go against our plans M. Would ruin all those years of planting ourselves in perfect situations M. Destroy everything we wanted for this world M. Yes, Severus knew how dire this situation was. Dumblefuck had basically declared war by harming one of his littles but they had to be patient and calm. One of these days the man would slip even bigger. And that would be the day they destroyed him.

But Marvolo would much rather focus on his anger right now and wonder if he could safely get a dagger close enough to the fucker to slit his throat. Or maybe he could use that ultra special spell that Lily had taught him that made a person feel what they put another through...times ten. So many ways he could harm the asshole that had almost taken his precious baby away from him.

Marvolo was on his hundred and third round of paces when the door to the study creaked open slightly. Ready to turn around and tongue-lash his dominant lover he was surprised to find his two older littles. They looked adorable with their sleep mussed hair and matching rumpled deathly hallows themed pj's. It was when Marvolo moved closer that he saw why they had come to find him. George's eyes were rimmed red and puffy and his once prized pajamas stained by none other than an accident.

"Oh, sweetheart. Shh, it is okay baby. We'll get you all cleaned up and then maybe we can get some hot cocoa. How does that sound baby?" Turning towards Fred who looked distraught over what happened to his brother Marvolo soothed him as well. "It is alright Freddie. Mama's gonna get Georgie all cleaned up and then we're all going to sit down with some cocoa and a story."

He knew he was going a little overboard but his nerves were fried and he needed to focus on his oldest two as his usual bundle of fuss was missing from his arms. It frustrated him not having Ry to be able to channel most of his fussing onto as the twins always refused help. He always got a "No tanks mama. We'we big boys!" in response to his fussings though he was sure George could deal with a bit more.

After wrangling a very upset four-year-old ("I'm 4 and a half!") into a bath and then a pull-up Marvolo was more than ready to sit down and snuggle with two of his favorite boys. He was not sure how they had gotten him to agree to have sweets at like 10 in the morning but they were currently nibbling on some chocolate biscuits Poppy had baked yesterday. Everything seemed okay for a bit the boys were snuggled in close listening to Marvolo spin a tale about a wild red-haired girl and not one of them was focusing on Ry missing. Yeah, right it seemed to be the only thing they thought about as Marvolo was even telling them a story about his biological mum! But all of them knew that he was in the best hands possible for this and worrying would just cause tummy aches and tears. And Marvolo could not do with more tears after finding out that he might not have three children very soon.

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 The air was stifling in the small teacher's lounge. All heads shot up to see who had entered expecting Dumbledore, Bagman and Crouch Sr. to enter yet that definitely was not the case. The two Head-Teachers felt stunned that two teachers with a little had been ushered into the used room.

To everyone's surprise, it was Cedric Diggory who spoke first, "Hello Professors. Do you need to change Ry? I think they moved...."

He was cut off as Dumbledore stumbled into the room raging. The older man had stepped close to Marvolo close enough to touch Ry and M. He raged at them about how they had to keep the attention on them by putting their little into the tournament.