Voldemort's Husband

Chapter XIV -Divorce-

I know I said I would post this chapter last week but work and house things kept me from being able to post it.

So it's being posted today as my B-day(10/06) gift from me to you guys instead

Ner words in this chapter: 2,239

"English"

'Thinking'

«Portuguese»

/German\

[French]

–Parseltongue–

{Talking on the Floocall/through 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 XIV

–Divorce–

Monday, 15 October 1961

HGV's POV

Ab smiled at seeing Harry arrive.

"Did you come alone?"

"Needed to get out the place." Harry agreed and Ab raised an eyebrow as Harry approached and sat by the counter on the highchairs. "Marv found my parent's wedding portrait. They don't speak English. Marvolo's mother doesn't speak another language except English and Parseltongue. Mrs. Riddle is trying to tutor my parents in English and my mother is pretending not to listen to her and instead is talking to me in German – which had been decades since I had last spoken it to this extent."

Ab laughed.

"Stubborn?" He asked and Harry nodded, accepting the glass of orange juice. "You didn't hear this from me, but I fear it runs in the family."

Harry frowned and then snorted, understanding what he meant.

"Anyway... I felt the twins earlier." He added to change subjects and Ab looked back confused. "It was like butterflies, but it was there." He agreed proudly.

"Have you told Professor Slytherin?"

"He was in class and both our parents were leaving me insane." Harry argued.

Ab snorted and nodded.

"I'm glad you consider me important enough to be the first – Portraits not counting."

Harry nodded and looked back at hearing the door open, only to see a man enter. Ab stepped away from Harry and approached the customer (which was early for an inn that usually only had customers coming around lunchtime). He returned to his juice and put a hand on the counter, raised one finger, a second, a third, a fourth and on the fifth...

"Harry?" Ab called.

Just like he thought. A customer.

He finished his drink, stood and approached. Signalled the stairs to the room upstairs and the man nodded, as he accepted the key from Ab and climbed. They reached the stairs landing that lead both to the toilets on one side and to a private room on the other side, climbed to the private room and unlocked the door, entering.

"My name is Harry Voldemort, I'm the Grey Detective. Ab wouldn't send you to me if it wasn't important because he knows that I am pregnant, so what is it?"