A Hop Skip And A Jump Away

Meddling Dieties

They got back to the home the goblins had provided for them just as the pepper up was wearing off. No matter how badly he wanted his two wizards Harry couldn't stay awake long enough to have them. So instead he silently dragged them all to Voldemort's original bedroom, their current joint one, knowing the man wouldn't accept anything less. They quickly changed and curled up on the bed together before falling asleep.

Harry woke the next morning to the sleepy mutterings of his fiances. He mentally debated jumping them but decided he wanted their marriage to be official before starting anything and their earlier comments told him that they didn't mind waiting. He also reluctantly remembered all of the paperwork he had pocketed yesterday. Paperwork. The bane of his existence.

"Whatever you're thinking about stop it," Severus scolded softly, proving he was more awake than he'd let on. Harry let out a disgruntled noise but didn't object to skipping thoughts of paperwork.

"I... I want to be the one to carry our first baby," Voldemort voiced softly into the silence of their bedroom.

"I always figured you for a top," Harry said, more than a little non-plused.

"If one of you would rather..." Voldemort began with uncharacteristic meekness only to be silenced by lips pressed gently against his own.

"We didn't say that," Harry chided softly as he drew back from the kiss.

"Hardly," Severus agreed. "I wouldn't mind carrying our children but my work is dangerous and Harry will have to be out in the muggle public fairly often once the adoption interview is published. We never even considered that you might want to be the one to carry the baby. I suppose I rather assumed that I would either have to give up my potions work during the pregnancy or we'd have to find a way for Harry to go into seclusion until the baby was born."

"But I do want to," Voldemort said more confidently.

"Alright," Harry acknowledged with a grin. "That actually solves part of my problem. I didn't think either of you would let me top and Uncle Vernon... well he and Dudley liked cornering me."

"Then we will have to let you keep most of the control and get more comfortable with our larger forms before either of us looms over you," Severus agreed readily with all due seriousness.

"I'm not that worried about that as long as I'm not actually trapped against a wall or a corner. You haven't seen me bothered by our cuddling have you?" Harry shot back with a snort of amusement. "Besides as much as seeing them again brought back nightmares they preferred to treat me like diseased filth unworthy of touch except to punish. You two are the opposite and I like the cuddling."

At these words they both pounced smothering him playfully with cuddles and kisses as Harry himself laughed. This quickly degenerated into lustful moans and hot hands grabbing at warm flesh. What followed was an exquisite joining that none of them had ever thought they would have. Fate, Magic, and Death having been more frustrated by the lack of advancement in their relationship than they were pounced at the moment of their completion. A mixed glow of white, purple, and blue washed over them as bonding bracelets appeared on their left hands and the marriage magics snapped into place. The next sensation was that of shattering glass which was quickly replaced by that of a thick rope stretched between them, linking them together.

"Congratulations on your marriage and the status change of your spouses from mortal to immortal. Incidentally, the problematic prophecy shattered," Death's voice whispered along their skins with an indulgent chuckle as they slid into sleep.

An hour later Harry woke, his husbands to either side of him in their nest of a bed. It took 30 seconds for him to remember Death's words and start cursing over meddling immortals, waking his new husbands.

"What is it?" Severus asked sleepily.

"We're married, the two of you are immortal, and those three.... stubborn deities decided to meddle," Harry growled. He stalked away from the bed towards the wardrobe only to stalk back near the bed and be yanked back onto the mattress by a scowling Severus.

"Did you think that they wouldn't?" Voldemort asked with a satisfied hum of contentment, pleasantly sore from their earlier play. He could already tell he'd gotten his wish but knew that they couldn't prove anything about the pregnancy for at least a week.

"At least they didn't meddle with us having sex," Harry said with resignation. "I would love the baby any way but it wouldn't stop me from being annoyed at them."

"They hardly needed to with how powerful the three of us are," Voldemort said with a pleased grin that immediately gave him away.

"You're pregnant?" Harry asked in shock. Voldemort nodded smugly. Severus responded by rolling his eyes in fondness before dragging the covers back over the three of them.

"Sleep! We'll eat in bed today and decide what else we want to do later," Severus ordered in a muffled voice as his husbands cuddled against him in the warmth of the bed. They easily complied, happy at the thought of their growing family.