Not Ever Again -1- Not Ever Again!

Epilogue

Ner words in this chapter: 1,255

"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

-Epilogue-

August 1995

Harry's POV

"I have to do what?" Harry hissed.

Voldemort smirked.

"You heard me, since I saw your reaction to your surname I can't be certain you won't react at Hogwarts, so you'll contact the Headmaster if you want to go back to Hogwarts next week."

"But... I can't take Voldemort with me to Hogwarts!"

Voldemort smirked and before Harry's face he turned to the man Harry had grown to love...

"But you can take Tom Riddle, your Aunt's husband. Oh and tell him little Serena is coming as well so no funny business, as my wife uses to say."

Harry groaned as Voldemort walked away. Who the hell gave him the rights to...?

"And we're going shopping."

Harry tensed looking at Voldemort who was looking back.

"You need new clothes. Actual wizard clothes... Not those rags the muggles gave you."

Harry groaned yet again.

"I'm certain that if Aunt Evans was here you wouldn't talk to me like this."

There was a silence where Harry thought he hadn't been heard only to then Voldemort appear before him and force him to raise his head.

"It was you who left this time, Evans. You want to be Harry Potter again? Then so be it, but stop acting as if I'm going to spank you any given minute." Harry opened his mouth to argue and Marvolo leaned down, kissing him. "You should've told me, you idiot boy. And don't dare to argue. Only my men know I call you Evans and I've never used the name since you are pretending to be your younger self."

Harry blushed at such a stupid slip and let his head fall on Marvolo's shoulder who immediately pulled him closer.

"I..."

"Don't say anything. You want to go back to people knowing you're a male so be it, but that won't mean I'll allow you to dress like this. Not even you would let you dress like this."

Harry groaned, putting his head harder into his lover's chest.

"I still don't have to like It." he argued.

It felt silly now that he had tried to hide this from Voldemort.

"Severus knows, doesn't he?" Harry nodded against the chest. "You don't like shopping and I don't like that my death eater found out before I did."

"Marvolo..."

"I do have to say one thing though..." Harry peeked up. "I'll miss your long hair, Evans."