A Hop Skip And A Jump Away

Marriage proposals

Harry slowly rose to consciousness, the low sounds of arguing both familiar and almost comforting until he began to comprehend the words and recognize the voices.

"No! He's going to be angry enough when he realizes the precautions we have already taken," Severus hissed at, who Harry presumed was Voldemort.

"He didn't argue and barely reacted to my claim. He didn't even try to leave last night! Something is wrong and I don't plan to let him out of our bed until we've healed him," Voldemort argued back.

"Did you even consider he simply might have been tired? He put more into containing that vase than we did and I still get tired fairly easily," Severus countered. "You said his dreams have been bleeding through, did any bleed through last night?"

"Just a feeling of warmth and safety," Voldemort growled in frustration.

"That's a good thing! It means he feels safe with us and it makes it far more likely that he was simply exhausted. Now stop overreacting," Severus ordered forcing the other man to stop and take a deep breath. "Alright, now you need to tell me why you reacted so badly, where is the confident Dark Lord who has struck terror into the hearts of most of Wizarding Britain?"

"He's mostly dead along with Tom Riddle. Marvolo Slytherin on the other hand is having trouble keeping his two precious people safe!" Voldemort said in frustrated worry, stunning both wizards speechless as he began to pace. Harry quietly got up and pulled Voldemort into a hesitant hug only to be clutched in a death grip.

"Sev is right, I'm just tired. I didn't fight because of how stubborn you are and if you're seeing my dreams it would be pointless," Harry explained softly. "Come to think of it are you seeing them through the soul bond or the horcrux connection or something else?"

Voldemort muttered something inaudible and Harry let it slide as he realized exactly how worried Voldemort had been.

"Hey, hey, you're not going to loose us, alright? Remember what Death said? Sev wont die until we do and I'm Death's master. I'm also your Horcrux so when you need a new body we can just make one. I still remember what Dumbledore taught me about you and what I figured out about how you feel about dying. Its alright we aren't going anywhere. Just like you are still Tom Riddle and Voldemort even if you decide to change your name to Marvolo Slytherin," Harry soothed as Voldemort buried his face in Harry's neck and hair. It took nearly two hours of cuddling like that for Voldemort to calm down enough to talk rationally but the fact that both of his housemates were still there when he was done with his panic attack relieved him greatly.
"I thought... I thought I'd missed something when the idiot or Dumbledore attacked," Voldemort admitted sheepishly, his cheeks stained a deep pink in embarrassment. "Severus also told me about the muggle assassin and how he nearly couldn't save you from the poison on the knife."
"Right," Harry said, deciding not to pursue the matter just yet and change the subject to spare the other man more obvious embarrassment. "So, what's this about you seeing my dreams?"
"I've been pulled into a number of your more erotic dreams since we were sent back," Voldemort greatfully accepted the subject change, wanting to completely forget his panic attack while still happily trying to embarrass the younger wizard. "There are obvious signs that you want to keep both of us but aren't sure who to pick if you're forced to choose. Severus has already passed most of the tests I would administer to anyone who I was going to trust you with and I can't think of anyone else who would understand what the three of us have been through."
"That makes a bit more sense," Harry said with a smile of contentment playing about his lips as his cheeks tinted with a slight blush. "Just, next time actually ask? It would have saved a lot of trouble and you wouldn't have gone into a panic attack because I was tired enough not to mess with you after the day we had."
"I take it that our move into the same bedroom is permanent?" Severus asked scathingly, already knowing the answer.
"Oh yes," Voldemort said with an evil grin, slipping back into a more confident stance. "Now that we know Harry isn't ill we can have breakfast and discuss whether to kidnap the Wizengamot, make Harry king of all magical Britain, address the various creature factions, or try to talk some sense into the muggle government."
"I'm not taking up the crown again!" Harry growled shoving Voldemort slightly in annoyance as he grabbed a set of clothes and slipped into the bathroom to change. They made their way into the elegantly appointed wood paneled dinning room and sat together at one end of the table with Voldemort at the head. It wasn't long before that morning's special edition of the Prophet was delivered.
"Well, its not exactly what we were hoping for," Severus said neutrally.
"I told you we needed an oath from her." Harry told them, glaring at the blaring headline of the Prophet claiming he had successfully rehabilitated the Dark Lord Voldemort.
"There are a few advantages to this but I'm not certain if we want to try capitalizing on it or not," Severus pointed out with a grimace.