In Another Life: Fandom Drabbles

Robbing the Cradle (Harrymort)

AU: AU for my AU 😆. Basically what would have happened in my story, "The Vampire's Mate" if Dumbledore hadn't killed Tom and sent Harry to the Dursleys.

Inspired by "My Queen" by wiskyrae .

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Narrator's POV

Lord Voldemort apparated into Riddle Manor, his submissive still in his arms and chanting, "Dom."

The vampire pressed a kiss to the top of Harry's head, "Indeed I am, love. Let's summon Bellatrix and her husband, they'll be your new parents, they'll raise you correctly until you are prepared to assume your role."

Harry giggled as the man arrived in his office, summoning a small cradle while he waited for the LeStranges to arrive.

Once the trio arrived, the dominant creature remained seated, Harry cooing at him happily.

Bellatrix smiled at the sight of the child, her precious Neville was still that age too, "You summoned us, my Lord?"

"Indeed, you see the child in the room. He is my mate and I am aware you have a child that shares his date of birth. So, as a reward for your years of loyalty, I will allow you to raise my submissive. To the world, Neville and Hadrian will be twins, only the four of us will ever know any different." The Dark Lord informed

Bellatrix thanked him profusely, picking up the child who was to be her child, "Why hello there, Hadrian."

Hadrian giggled, playing with her wildly curly hair.

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A decade later, Hadrian Jacynth LeStrange sat happily in his twin's greenhouse, said twin tending to his plants.

Meanwhile, Hadrian was busy knitting a black and green scarf for his birthday present for Tom, his dominant.

Hadrian, whose follow Slytherins called Harry, coughed at the nippy weather, a house-elf appearing and placing a thick blanket around him.

Harry's face saddened slightly, he loved his family but he hated how coddled he was, as the Dark Lord's submissive he was kept in a constant state of overprotection.

Harry knew he should be happy that his family was simply trying to protect him, knowing that he should be glad he was being let outside in the deep cold and not inside by a fireplace.

Harry watched Neville soothe a Devil's Snare, wishing he could help out but last time he tried Uncle Rab scolded him for putting himself in danger.

Harry leaned against the back of the chair, knowing that he should be used to be treated like porcelain, after all he was a submissive and should be preparing for his inheritance in four years; after three and a half more years at Hogwarts and then private tutors for the next three years while he began to bear his and Tom's litter.

Their litter had the opportunity to have 15 children, no more since submissives could only bare until the age of 30, but Harry was happy with that number and he knew Tom was too.

Harry played with the locket around his neck, it had been a gift from Tom and he knew it was charmed to the moon and back with protective charms.

A hand found its way to Harry's shoulders, Harry looked up to see Tom, "Hi, Tom."

Tom pressed a kiss to Harry's cheek, "Hello, love."

Neville bowed, nearly dropping a potted plant, "Greetings, my Lord."

Tom did little more than glance at the elder twin, keeping his attention on Harry, "How has your day been, sweetheart?"

Harry leaned against him, having hidden the scarf he was knitting under his arms, "Pretty boring."

"You always say that." Tom said, careful to keep his powerful magic under watch since he didn't want to force Harry into an early inheritance in case Harry's inner creature became hyper-aware of his presence —even if he was already daydreaming about their litter, "Just wait a couple more years and we will begin our litter and they will keep you entertained, love, and so will your Queenly duties."

Hadrian nodded, he was also being prepared to rule the country; if Tom won the war by then he would be placed directly into Queenship but if he didn't, then he would be Queen of the Death Eaters until his dominant did.

Harry hid a giggle, mum always said that she "would give her sons to the Dark Lord" just in different ways, Neville into the Inner Circle and him as Tom's bride.

Harry looked around, he was very happy with his lot in life, in fact he loved it dearly, and he was very excited for the child-filled and Queenly future ahead of him.