This Thing We Had

I’ll Be Damned…

Molly was on her way down the stairs in the main hall. She was well rested, newly showered and definitely well fed. And now, having met Nacrissa on her way to Lucius’ study, also in a foul mood.

She had heard Nacrissa’s howling and yelling all the way to the master bedrooms, though her voice was not the only one. As soon as the ruckus began a young male voice swiftly told her to “shut the hell up” and when she didn’t an older more mature threatened to hex her if he lost the next round on their new playstation 3 game.

All fair enough, but the funny thing was, the older male was not Lucius, and the younger boy was not Draco, but she still felt that she had heard his voice before. Pondering about this she had set her destination as the study. Who was it that could be living at the Manor with enough influenced to be allowed to tell the infamous Lady Ice to shut up. Only the Dark Lord came to mind but then again, Nacrissa wouldn’t still be alive then.

She walked into the living room, and there, on the floor, sat the dark lord, in a black T-shirt and faded jeans not looking a day above thirty. Good-bye illusions of a nasty snake man. The greatest shock was the carbon copy, although a bit smaller, sitting next to him. The only difference was the scar. No wonder the boy got sick of everyone saying he looked just like his mum, he didn’t have an ounce of her in him. here they sat, side by side playing a ‘blood and gore + muggle cars game’ laughing and yelling at each other. Not hexing and cursing, but yelling, joking and ruffling hair!!

“Harry?!” both men just glanced at her before their eyes drifted back to the screen and then snapped back up.

“Uh, hello molly” Harry said. “um, guess I should introduce you- this is my dad, Tom Riddle aka the Dark Lord. Um yeah.” He shifted uncomfortably wondering what she would do. Molly huffed, both men winched.

“I don’t have the energy to throw a tantrum, so I’ll just settle with ‘hello nice to meet you, I’m Melanie Lilàchy. Now where is Luc?”

“Lilàchy?”

“Her maiden name” Tom explained “what? You didn’t think she’d been born a Weasely did you?”

“No, I just never thought about it.” Harry said in a ‘matter of fact’ kind of voice.

“Lucius is at the hospital.”

“He’s been there for hours!”

“well, not really. Time stands practically still in here while we follow the day/night rhythm of the outside world.

“so we could spend a week in here, while only a day passed by outside?” Molly snooped

“Basically, yeah, oh, and we won’t age either. Cool uh?”

Weather she was baffled of the Dark Lords behaviour, or that he was Harry’s dad, she didn’t know, but she did know that it was weird either way.

“okay. I’ll head over to St. Mungo’s and you two will have fun, um, killing, I guess”

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A/N; I just realised that I hadn’t touched this story in AGES.

Actually, I’m offering this baby up for adoption. mail me and I’ll tell you the story line I intended and who’s related to who, and who dates who and all that stuff. If you adopt I’ll be your sounding board if you want one.