Not Ever Again -1- Not Ever Again!

Chapter VII

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

–Parseltongue–

{Talking on the fireplace/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 VII-

1960s

Harry's POV

Harry leaned over his bed, tiredly. Honestly, who ever thought a singing and a guitarist career was so hard? Harry glanced to the side, to the empty space on his bed. Marvolo was somewhere in Albania looking for the diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw. Every vacancy that Harry had was spent to visit his husband, but sleeping in a hotel with his husband was not the same as sleeping in their bed. Sure, Harry could see how Marvolo was losing himself a day more in the dark arts and he wanted nothing more but to stop him, but... Harry took a hand to his forehead, his reminder of where he'd came from.

-NEA-

Wednesday, 1 September 1971

Harry's POV

"You're coming?" Walburga asked, surprised.

Harry nodded, glancing at Sirius. Today was his first time going to school. Dumbledore had just turned into the headmaster and in no time the Second Wizardry War would start and still no Marvolo. Harry accompanied the Blacks to Kings Cross and immediately looked around for his parents. The Potters were easy to locate and Harry could see the resemblance...

-NEA-

LV's POV

Voldemort approached Evans, the man's eyes were stuck to the Potter's child.

"Evans?" the man turned puzzled, only for his to grow and a smile to appear on his face. "Missed me?"

Evans nodded, immediately leaning into his embrace. Voldemort felt him looking towards the children and let him. He knew that Evans loved children, so he let his husband watch them as much as he wanted. Although he wanted his full attention on himself, for now he let him. Voldemort looked to where his husband attention had been stolen to, to see a dark-red haired girl, most likely 11. She was smiling with a black haired boy, her green eyes twinkling. Voldemort tensed at the resemblance, so that was why... Voldemort pulled his arm around his husband shoulders, who hadn't moved from his place against his chest, and looked at the Black's nodding his head. The two Black lords nodded back and Voldemort pulled his Evans away.

"I..." Evans started to argue and Voldemort could hear the almost crying in his voice.

"I noticed how she looked like you." Voldemort argued only to hear Evans hiccup. At once he grabbed his husband face pulling him up and kissing him. "If you really want a child we could adopt and..."

Evans shook his head, like every time he had proposed it.

"I know you. You aren't family type... Besides with lord Voldemort and the war and..."