Harry Potter 60

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School

Erus woke up slowly as he felt arms sneak around his waist. He blinked his eyes open and then Noir pecked him on the cheek.

"Hi," the vampire said.

"What time is it?" Erus asked sleepily.

"Around nine," Noir replied. "Your father took Vates with him as well if you're wondering. Sorry I had to leave so early yesterday."

"You had things to do."

"After tomorrow I'm never going to have any meetings on your birthday, on Christmas or on Valentine's Day."

"Why Valentine's Day?"

"Because then I can spend it with you," the vampire said happily and nuzzled the teen's neck.

Erus shook his head fondly and then slowly got up. Noir wrapped him in his arms and they sat in a comfortable silence for a long time.

Erus went through all of his homework methodically, making sure he had done them all. Would not be so good if he showed up and had not done it all. He set aside the Potions work and began looking on what assignments he had in Charms. He checked through the parchments he had written on, and could after that go on with Transfiguration.

A few minutes later he was done; he had done all homework he was supposed to and now could relax for another week before school started up again. Good; he liked to relax. Sure, he liked studying but he could do that for the rest of the year how much he wanted; now he had nothing he wanted to study and he could just laze around.

He flopped down on the bed and Vates slithered up on his chest.

"I demand we take a nap," the snake declared.

"We?"

"Yes, we. Do. Not. Move. One. Inch."

Erus blinked down at the snake whose head fell onto the chest, already out as a light. The teen sighed and rested his head on the surprisingly soft pillow. His eyes blinked heavily before it became too troublesome to keep them open. Within minutes, he was asleep.

Voldemort looked down at his sleeping son with a soft smile on his lips. When it came to his son, the Dark Lord was a real softie. But he did not mind that one bit. Just as long as no one on the enemy's side knew that of course.

He sat down carefully on the bed and stroke Erus' face. The teen gave out a soft moan and turned to his side. Voldemort helped Vates become comfortable again, the small Basilisk muttering about something Voldemort could not quite hear, but it had the keyword 'mice'. The man figured Vates was not awake, as he always talked in his sleep about those damn mice. What was with the snake and those mice anyway? He was obsessed with them.

He tucked Erus in, figuring dinner was a few hours away and the teen could rest some. Voldemort knew Draco and Cynthia were up late at night nowadays but Erus had not quite come to that stage yet. He rose up early and fell asleep early at night. Sometimes he could, like today, just fall asleep in the middle of the day and still be tired at midnight. Voldemort could see on his son that he hated that but the man himself did not mind.

He rose up and turned the lights off before exiting the room.

Erus let one finger move along the spines of the books, searching for something fun to read. Cynthia was away with Cygnirius and Anastasia, a small vacation, and Draco had followed his parents to Paris and Erus did not really want any company. He would see his friends at Santuario in a few days so there was not need to try to make them come here. As far as he knew, Abel and Cain were happily enjoying their time with their parents, the Russian twins had mentioned going to Egypt and Stella was travelling with her father, learning more about her vampire side. Belladonna was working and Joseph… well, he probably was at home and sleeping. Lazy bastard.