Harry Potter and the book of oneshots (English translation)

Captivity or Freedom II

Heyy Guys!

I'm sorry, but I had a writersblock.
So here it is the (sadly) short chapter.
Hope you enjoy!

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When Harry next awoke, he was staring at a Slytherin Green Canopy.

Tenderly, his hair was run through it and he leaned into the touch with relish.

"Well, awake again, little one?" Came from above and Harry winced in shock before memories of yesterday reached his brain.

Mortified, he looked up at Tom and had to swallow. The man looked incredibly hot in the morning. Wait WHAT?!

'No! Bad brain. That's not how you think of the dark lord. Really evil!' He scolded himself. But somehow it was true. No! He was not allowed to think that.

The older one seemed to notice Harry's struggle and decided to help him out of it.

"Harry?" He waited until the younger one nodded and continued nervously.

"I, well I... I love you."

Harry stared at him as if he were a basilisk with a chicken beak.

"Please what?"

Tom took another deep breath and then replied.

"It's true Harry. I have fallen in love with you and I know you will never love me. Yet I want you to know it."

There was an awkward silence for a while before Harry cleared his throat.

"Ahmm.... T-Tom, I...I think I need to think about this. Please don't be disappointed now, but I need time."

The man swallowed loudly and nodded.

"Of course, I can understand that, little one- Harry."

He suppressed a hurt sigh, but didn't expect Harry to look up at him with a smile.

"You can keep calling me 'little one'. I have no problem with that."

Shyly, Harry looked down at his hands.

Through this he also didn't see that Tom was now smiling happily and pulling him closer to him.

They lay there relaxed until the dark lord took him in his arms and carried Harry with a grin towards the dining room.

"My Inner Circle will be waiting for us in there. I trust them without batting an eyelid. If you want, you're welcome to tell them who you really are."

The younger nodded and jumped from Tom's arms.

With a smirk, he let the doors crash against the wall and everyone in the room turned to look at them.

Astonished and knowing looks lingered on Harry. A few familiar faces the 17-year-old could make out, including Severus Snape, with whom he had pushed all problems away, Lucius Malfoy, he had never had a problem with the man, Bellatrix Lestrange and.... SIRIUS?!

Harry's eyes rivalled those of the house elves and he threw himself into the arms of his godfather, who caught him with a smile.

"Good to see you dadfoot! I thought...you...were DEAD!"

Harry stuttered, tears escaping from the corner of his eyes, which were absorbed by his self-proclaimed father's robes.

"It's all right, little one. I'm fine. I just had to escape from the Order because they really would have killed me otherwise. After all, they don't try anything else since they know I'm on Tom's side."

Startled, the boy looked at Tom and then back at Sirius before his gaze shot to his potions teacher, who cleared his throat.

"So we meet again... Harry."

There was no sneer in Severus' voice. No, quite kindly he blinked at him and even smiled a little.

"Umm Harry... I- I might have something to confess to you." Sirius began, after squinting unobtrusively at the Potions Master.

"Severus and I... well are- are together."

So now it was out.

Harry stared in shock at his "father" and then back at his, probably stepfather.

"That... is very nice. I'm happy for you." Said Harry, hugging Sirius first and then immediately pulling Severus into a bone-crushing hug as well.

Perplexed, the latter sat there, but returned after a few hesitant seconds.

"Harry?" Now he looked at Tom.

"Since you probably don't know everyone in this room yet, I'll introduce them to you."

"Bellatrix you will know. Next to her sit the brothers Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange.

Next to Sev sits Fenrir Greyback and Antonio Dolohov. Those were all from my Inner Circle that you haven't met yet."

Tom, in the meantime, had sat down on his throne and now pulled Harry onto his lap. Something that made Sirius and Severus smile.

How long their best friend had been raving at them, they couldn't even put into words. They guessed two years might be close.

Neither of them had any problem with it at all. If Harry wanted it too, they would be happy for both of them.