Mandatory Soulbond

Chapter VIII -Adoption-

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

–Parseltongue–

{Talking on the mind}

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter VIII

–Adoption–

Sunday, 12 November 1995

APWBD's POV

Albus was allowed to return to the Ministry of Magic for a last time before his stay at the prison become a permanent residence. Albus wondered who was powerful enough to take him out for a visit. Who would try to free him...?

Albus was guided into a private room and was key-worded into the wards, before being forced to sat down. He was left alone before finally the door reopened and his visitor entered. It was Harry himself.

"The Unspeakables found your little ball of poison." The teenager put in and raised his Muggle shirt to show the lack of poisoning scar on his belly. "Marv took it out and now both our Magics have completely bonded together." Harry lowered his shirt. "Both the idea of breaking us apart and of making me unable to bear children failed."

"Why tell me?"

"Because I want you to know that your imagined war against a supposed Dark Lord is getting you into a life-sentence to Azkaban. Me and Marv will adopt orphaned magical children when I graduate, take them out of Muggle Households where they are mistreated as we both were and you knew. We won't allow any more children to turn into Freaks and Monsters because of prejudiced people like you." Harry approached the door and then looked back with a smile. "If I hadn't lost the ability momentarily I'd never had thought about this, so thank you for reminding me of the child abuse we received thanks to you, Sir."

Before Albus could speak Harry left without a look back. The Aurors came immediately and he was taken to the prison without anyone trying to help him out of it. As he was inside his cell he was shown the Master Wand – his wand – before it was broken into pieces by the Aurors.

–MS–

That night Albus received a visitor and Albus swore that he'd have preferred Voldemort to have gotten to him first. To live a thousand years as Death's plaything like the two older Peverell Brothers was the worst way to go.

–MS–

Monday, 13 November 1995

HJR's POV

Harry woke in the morning to find a white wand besides his black one. He glanced back at his husband, but Voldemort was deep asleep. He'd have to ask him later if it had been him...

There was a knock. Harry stood and, putting his glasses, went to open it. A woman was there with a group of children behind her.

"Mr Riddle... is your husband inside?"