An ENTERPRISING OMEGA

Chapter 74 : December 31

Sore …

The scream that came right after he had spoken the spell made him smile widely. Voldemort was in a foul mood now that this day had started so badly. First, the twins had been inconsolable when he had to rush out of the manor to solve a small, urgent political problem. Hearing insurgents who had sought death and found him. Harry had barely had time to kiss him and Voldemort wondered if he was coping with the little ones, even if he felt no distress in the bond.

Afterwards, nothing had gone well, much to his displeasure. Why, as soon as he took a little time for himself, the Ministry started to go into the wall? What was he supposed to understand? That they were all missing their doses of pain in his absence?! This was not the first idiot he punished today and Voldemort was really tempted to make an example of him.

Raising his wand, the Emperor looked at the trembling assistant who hadn't even been able to hold his bladder… The smell of urine hung in the air right in the middle of the hallway and…

—Pathetic. I should kill you and display your bloody body in the middle of the hall.

— P… Pit… ie…

And unable to implore properly with that. Voldemort felt his anger swell even more. A hand dared to rest on his shoulder. Voldemort recognized Abraxas' magic, which prevented him from exploding as he turned towards his friend. He read in his steel gray eyes all the fear but also the admiration that he made the latter feel. This ambivalence in the blond's feelings had always interested the King, however he did not have this kind of concern in mind at this very moment.

— What's wrong?

—His Imperial Highness sent me this for you.

Voldemort snatched the envelope from Abraxas' hand and tore it open hastily. He had the strange feeling that everyone around them was holding their breath as he first found a parchment with it written on it.

"  I'm going to start using some of our Christmas presents. Do you like it?  "

Voldemort frowned and dug into the envelope, pulling out a fresh photograph and… Unable to help it, a happy smile blossomed on his lips as he saw their little ones against his omega, in new outfits, clearly given to them by the Death Eaters during Christmas. There was no trace of tears on the twins' cheeks anymore and they seemed instead to be fighting over a stuffed snake. Harry smiled at him and gave him a little wave, then the photo started its cycle again.

—They are adorable, Milord.

Of course Abraxas had looked over his shoulder. Voldemort exhaled deeply and nodded. He then noticed that a postscript had been added to his husband's short note.

"  PS: I can't wait for you to come back in a good mood so we can continue the album ."

In a good mood, huh? Voldemort was tempted to turn around and murder the still-on-the-ground moron then. Yes, that would put him in a good mood, but he held back. He could do something so that everyone could see the New Year with their own.

— Of course they are. Take that away from me, next report!

To his great surprise, the rest was rather good and Voldemort was able to bear the rest of the day being ruined by a few. This trip to the Ministry was not planned, especially on this day but after all, had he not always worked the rest of his birthdays? Then apart from Abraxas, no one knew his date of birth. The blond had not shown any stress or apprehension so there should not be a party especially in his honor. A fact that he appreciated, the King just wanted to spend it with his family, whether Harry knew or not.

His own were enough for him.

So he didn't exactly feel tired when he got home. Voldemort had received more pictures during the day and as silly as it was, he had ordered Draco Malfoy to go buy him some frames and all the pictures were on the walls of his office, sometimes covering the edge of a military map. Abraxas had smiled more than once at the sight but he had managed to refrain from making an unwelcome comment. Luckily for him, Voldemort had kept the Cruciatus easy... It had to be said that it relaxed him to curse people.