A Hop Skip And A Jump Away

Paperwork and Unpleasant Updates

They lazed about, enjoying the time together and learning each other that day. The next day though they woke to the rude reminder of Harry's upcoming interview as the newest child of the Royal Windsor family. The paperwork was also going to be a pain. The first thing they did once they made it to the breakfast table was pull out the paperwork that Harry had received the day of the trial.

"Why do you think he chose whatever names you saw?" Severus asked softly as he cuddled around a blushing Voldemort. Harry had pulled out his paperwork with a grimace of distaste almost as soon as they got back to the suite. Absently conjuring a simple wooden desk for him to work at near the bed but still out of the way if his new husbands wanted to move around.

"I knew most of the names. As you know, I got into the habit of asking clarifying questions when I had to use the Death Eaters as an active military unit and strike force as things started going to shit. Death was a bit more careful about not letting himself be seen last time around but he did sometimes pop up with information or with the intent to make a nuisance of himself. Of course when he was lurking it generally led to me realizing there was something off or something we were missing. I think he is constrained about how much help he can actively give me or anyone else without some sort of protocol or requirements being met first," Harry admitted as he sorted the ministry paperwork from the muggle paperwork that had somehow gotten mixed together. Death's paperwork behaved and stayed in its probably magical black folder.

"Ah, yes, the tactical mind that let you outwit so many attacks on your life and the lives of those you care for," Severus hummed in pleasure, pulling a squirmy Voldemort back into his spoon position on the bed.

"When is the interview?" Voldemort asked softly, blushing even further at Severus' actions but not objecting the slightly tighter hold.

"Just after lunch," Harry admitted with a grimace. "We'll have to meet them, tell them about our marriage, and about the baby. I don't think many of my new family will be pleased about the situation. I'm hoping we can avoid a succession battle since I've been officially designated as the magical heir of our part of the Wizarding World. I was hoping the two of you would come with me but I understand if you don't want to or can't."

Voldemort and Severus exchanged an exasperated glance before turning playful scowls on their husband. The hopeful yet sadly resigned look they saw on Harry's face broke their hearts and immediately banished their playful scowls.

"We'll both come," Voldemort answered for the two of them. The radiant smile that got them made them all warm and had them both plotting how to sneak up on Harry for a good snogging session.

"That's a load off my mind," Harry said happily before disappointing both of his husbands to resume sorting through the paperwork instead of paying attention to them. It wasn't that they didn't understand the demands of paperwork, it was just that more time alone with their husband would have been nice.

"You will call for me before the interview during the initial meet and greet," Death's voice came out of thin air right behind Harry making the smaller wizard jump and clutch at his madly beating chest.

"What are you trying to do?! Give me a bloody heart attack?!" Harry demanded of the entity, not seeing him anywhere.

"Now that would be counter productive would it not? You are bound to me as my master and the power of my Hallows runs in your very veins. I have made your mates immortal and spoken on your behalf to others of my rank and power. Allowing you to have a heart attack would serve no better purpose than to irritate you... and possibly fool idiots into thinking I would leave you vulnerable to such weakness," Death said smugly, his words echoing around the room.

"You purposefully pranked me," Harry said flatly.

"Well, if you don't want the information for your meeting you needed only say so," Death said almost huffily.