Chain of Drabbles
Oh No, Not Again!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the literature pieces/characters mentioned.
Title: Chain of memories? No! Chain of Drabbles!
Pairing for the chapter: Harry/Tom Riddle
Warnings: none
Prompt: Oh no, not again!
Sometimes Lord Voldemort wondered why he did it, in fact, why he continued to do so. After two babies, all worthy heirs, and numerous hours by Harry's bedside, waiting for his Sweet as he delivered his children he really had to wonder why he continued to put himself in the same position.
"This is all your fault!" Harry shouted at him, his face twisting in pain as the potion did it's job, artificially creating a channel so that their new child could be born.
Three hours later and the Dark Lord was sitting by Harry's bed, holding the tiny little being wrapped in blue, the soft skin inviting touch. His eyes were currently closed, fists closed as he slept in his father's arms.
Harry was laying on the bed, watching both of them closely, his Lord and husband, and another person who would fill his heart, be his family.
"My King?" He whispered, wincing as he tried to sit up.
Voldemort's eyes immediately fell on Harry's form, taking the wince, the paleness of the young man. Sitting better on the bed, Voldemort gently pushed Harry backwards, watching as he grimaced as the counter potion worked to close up the channel. "It's nothing, my darling, just thinking."
"About what?" Harry asked, suddenly more alert than he had been, "there's nothing wrong with him, is there? Is our son all right?"
"Yes, yes, he's fine, he's sleeping, dear heart." The Dark Lord whispered, kissing Harry's forehead. "Have you chosen his name yet?" He whispered, adjusting his grip on his son, another member of his household.
"I was thinking of naming him after a literature character... how a-" Harry pouted as his husband covered his mouth with a hand, the Dark Lord's eyes shining with mirth at him.
"No, not again, Harry. You named our eldest, Jonathan, after Jonathan Harker; you named Isabella, after Isabella Woodhouse, my darling, I'm honestly afraid of your suggestion for this little one."
"I was just thinking of Arthur."
"Arthur."
"Yes," seeing the expectant look of his husband and King, Harry decided to elaborate, "after Arthur Dent, from the Hitch-hiker's Guide to the Galaxy."
"How about something that won't connect to the Weasleys?"
"Oh, fine! Suggestions then?"
And they spend the rest of the afternoon discussing names for one little boy that would, eventually, be named Erik.
Harry never told his husband that he had been reading the Southern Vampire series, by Charlaine Harris.