hapter Six
They were still in the kiss when they arrived. A roar of hoorays made them separate. The Death Eaters crowded around them. Some had even opened wine bottles and Firewhiskey. Lucius brought a whiskey to Voldemort and a glass of water to Harry. They all cheered, and Voldemort lifted his glass and spoke:
"The threat has now been reduced to its half! Lucius, are you sure you should be drinking?"
"One glass won't make me drunk, my lord!" the blonde man said. "But then I have to hurry to the Ministry."
"A toast!" Voldemort said.
"For victory!" Bellatrix shouted, grinning at the Prince who rolled his eyes.
"For victory!" the rest screamed in delight.
Harry chuckled a bit; this was how he imagined they would celebrate his death but he never imagined he would be there to see it.
-o-
Neville was quite nervous as he stood with one of the people who had tortured his parents to insanity. But Harry had fallen in love with the man who murdered his own parents, so the teen thought he should get along with them. Besides, Rabastan was nice. A bit weird in some ways, but always smiling and playful.
"Bill, there you are!" Rabastan said.
Neville's jaw dropped as he saw which Bill. Bill Weasley tiredly toasted with Rabastan and said to the teen:
"Hi, Neville. Welcome to the gang."
This day kept getting weirder and weirder.
-o-
Voldemort had excused himself and Harry from the celebrations soon enough, and the teen was led upstairs. They took their time, never hurrying. Harry had missed this so much, and now he never had to leave this. Leave Voldemort.
The Dark Lord took care of him, took care of them, made sure they were satisfied and tired in the end.
"I missed you," Voldemort said as they lay on the bed.
"I missed you too," Harry whispered. "One month without a word. Too long. Never again."
"Never again," Voldemort promised.
-o-
"My lords?" Lucius called out.
Lucius, along with the potions master waited for Voldemort to reply and walked inside. The man was sitting on the bed, parchment in his hand and a quill behind his ear. It looked quite funny, with his hair tousled and his red eyes darting from the parchment to his lover. Harry himself was still deep asleep, safely tucked away between the black sheets. The Dark Lord looked at the two of them, waiting.
"My lord, Dumbledore has ordered the Order to find out who the Prince is," the potions master began. "He accepted my explanation though, and thought that was the reason I did not know who the Prince was."
"You will of course never know."
"Never," Severus said. "All I know it is a young man who shares your visions."
"Good," Voldemort said and turned to Lucius.
"They will have Harry Potter's funeral in a few days, at Hogwarts," Lucius said as soon as he had the Dark Lord's eyes on him. "I am invited of course, and I thought I would invite you two as Lord Rector and Lord Princeps."
"Sounds good," Voldemort said. "Was that all?"
"Healer Vie is here," Severus said. "She is honoured of the job of taking care of the Prince."
