My queen

letters

Toms pov
I watched as my little one fell to sleep, i smiled and cooed as he cirled himself into Severus's robes.
Kizzy suddenley bursted in, letter in hand.
"Its time, love." She said sadley
I nodded standing up and quickley going into the throne room.
I heard the others come in not far behind me,
"Hold him." Severous handed Harry's sleeping form over to Michael who quickley inncirceled Harry in his arms.
There are no othere people I would rather watch him.
His cousins were his right hand men.
Draco no matter the circumstance would kill for him.
Emiley and Fray I knew all to well, they would do anything for Harry.
The death eaters knew it to.
They were not a force to bereaconed with.
Emiley would do all in her power to find a way for everyone to live and protect Harry.
Fray would die with Harry.
And Michel.
Michel would die for Harry.
They would protect him at any cost.
There lives mean nothing to them.
Only Harrys.
I sat on my throne, Kizzy handed me the letter.
I could already since the magic off it just like all the otheres.
I opened it and was ingulfed in so many spells and blocks.
Magic blocks, loyalty spells, hate spells, even a filthy witches love potion melted into the ink of the paper.
I growled with a new passion.
I was so furious at what dumbles was trying to pull.
Harry quickley sinced it, waking up, and walked through the deatheaters over to me.
He sat in my lap and nuzzled himself into my robes.
"DOBBY, TINKY, WINNNEY!!"  I called out the house elves names.
They all poofed in bowing.
"You will all be accompanying your queen to hogwarts.
You will make his food yourselves, clean and wash his belongings yourselves, and be sure to inspect every thing that is offered to him, clothes, drinks, food, and and othere things before they are given to him.
Am I understood?"
"Yes, sir."
I nodded and shooed them away.
"Is that truley neccicary?" A soft voice asked
"Nagina, you know it is." I spoke as she walked out of the shadows, the deatheaters making a clear path for her as she trasformed.
Her long curly black hair tipped to her thighs, eyes yellow with a beutiful onyxed outline, freckles and scales scattered over her body.
Fallowing behind her was her daughter, my Harries familiar, Estelle.
She was a photo copy of her mother, all but her eyes, her bright, mischivous coppered eyes.
They both were curved, and hourglassed shaped.
Nagina smiled at me, her fangs tipped off her lips.
She cooed and kissed Harry lightley on the head.
"So," she began
"What are we gonna do?" She asked neeling next to me.
I sighed, looking down at my Harry.
"We need a plan, fast."