Harry Potter 60

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Last summer of Childhood

Voldemort looked at Erus. Erus stared back.

"What?" the teen finally said.

"You're like… almost as tall as me."

"I'm a growing boy, dad."

"But I don't want to…"

"Dad, stop whining and hug me already."

The Dark Lord did just that; Sirius had already gone off into the manor in search for Severus (and some snogging if Severus was willing) and they were alone in the hall. Erus was still a bit shocked about it as well, the fact he was just about as tall as his own father. For so long he had looked up at the man, for so long Voldemort had seemed enormous, and now he looked just like any other man. It wasn't fair Erus decided. It was as if the teen had lost some perspective of his father and he didn't like that.

At least the hugs felt normal. Maybe, if he was lucky, he would always feel small when Voldemort wrapped his arms around him. Most part of Erus wanted to grow up, but there was a stubborn small piece that outright refused to become mature and adult-like. He guessed everyone had that stubborn little piece somewhere inside of them. Maybe even his father.

"I missed you, dad," Erus found himself saying.

"I missed you too," the Dark Lord replied and stepped back. He held his hands on Erus' shoulders. "Your shoulders are too thin."

"I'm fine, dad."

"You grew taller but not much heavier."

"I'm sure Fabella will amend that," Erus said with a grin. "Where is she anyway?"

"Preparing the feast. Disturb her, and she promised murder."

"Sounds like her, alright…"

-o-

It was kind of funny that Noir still picked him up like he was a child sometimes, but Erus didn't voice that out loud. It might give the vampires some bad ideas. Instead he wrapped his legs around Noir's hips and said:

"I take it you missed me?"

"I miss you every minute you weren't with me," the vampire said and Erus was glad they were in his room. He felt the strong arms tighten slightly and then Noir was kissing him.

They fell back on the bed, Noir crawling on top of him and Erus wrapping his legs tightly around the waist. The teen hummed as Noir kissed his neck and relaxed.

"Your dad won't come in?"

"You think he will?" Erus said and leered at him. "I wouldn't mind."

Noir rolled them over and said:

"Better not risk it. He wouldn't be able to kill me but he could get a decent try."

Erus arched his hips up and the vampire moaned.

"Don't tempt me," he groaned.

"Oh, I will temp you…"

Voldemort was the smart man to not disturb them until they came down for dinner.

-o-

"Dad, you've acting ridiculous. I'm sixteen, you don't need to tuck me in."

Voldemort rolled his eyes as he closed the door to his son's room. It had changed little over the years. The bookshelves were still crammed with books, and the teen had gotten rid of a lot of them as he grew too old to appreciate them.

The walls had been painted black though, and so the room was quite dark even when it was light outside. Erus liked it. Voldemort suspected it might have something to do with vampire heritage but hadn't commented when Erus had come with the suggestion the previous summer.