The King and His Queen ~ Finished

Love Letters

You know the warnings. Don't like? Don't read. The title was inspired by the song Love Letters by Elvis Presley

Letters/diary
Parsletongue

Harry slowly woke, yawning and stretching. He smiled, remembering last night. The boy flushed, realizing that a pair of crimson eyes were watching him.

"You look very happy." Tom commented,

"I am very happy." Harry replied, cuddling closer to the dark lord.

"I also am. We should go wake Maverick up." The younger wizard cast a tempus charm,

"Mm, not yet. It's five a.m." Tom smiled,

"Then go back to sleep." Harry laid his head on the dark lord's chest, humming contentedly when the man ran his hands through the jet black hair. A few minutes later, they both fell asleep.

Tom woke first, gently nudging his lover. Harry got out of the bed and dressed. The dark lord watched,

"Are you just going to sit there? We have to get him up and introduce everyone else to our son. I also need to talk to Severus."

"Why?"

"He's not going to treat Maverick the same way he treats me. Old bitter man." The last part was mumbled, Tom smiled in amusement.

"Alright, let's go." The man stood and they both walked to where their son was sleeping. Harry
frowned at the sight of Maverick awake, sitting by the fireplace.

"How long have you been awake?" He asked,

"A few hours. I-I had a bad dream and I couldn't find you." The boy said quietly, Harry noticed tear tracks on his cheeks.

"Come here." He pulled Maverick into an embrace, "I'm so sorry, we put you in bed and we didn't want to disturb you. Your daddy and I went to my old room. If you ever get scared, call out for Diffy. She will get us." The boy sniffled and nodded,

"I'm hungry. Can we eat breakfast now?" Tom chuckled,

"Of course we can. Harry, I have some business with the vampires, can you watch Maverick for a while?"

"Yeah, Narcissa and Lucius should meet him. Besides, I still need to plan the wedding and get robes."

"Alright, goodbye Harry, son." He kissed each of them on the cheek and left. Maverick took his Mommy's hand as he led him to breakfast. He sat down, his son sitting to his right. Narcissa gasped,

"Oh my, who is this?"

"This is Maverick Riddle. Maverick, this is Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's Mommy." The woman grinned,

"Little Maverick is adorable." The wizards ate their breakfast.

"He is, do you want to go shopping?"

"Is that even a question?" She giggled, Harry finished with his food along with the rest of them.

"I guess not, but I need robes for the wedding. Maverick does too."

"Ah." She grinned, "I know just the place for this. Come." The woman stood, grabbed her purse, and headed to the fireplace. She gave him an address and flooed, Harry took Maverick's hand.

"Ready, dear?"

"Yes, Mommy." His son replied, they flooed to the shop. Narcissa was already talking to a man.

"Harry, come here." The woman shoved clothes into his arms. He was pushed into a dressing room. Harry inspected them, gray robes, they were too ruffly. He put them on and stared in the mirror.