snapshot from the oneshot
This is one of my favorite portions of the one-shot so far. I realized yestereday there wasn't enough of the siblings in the story thus-far becuase we were busy with the wedding and associate drama, so this scenario popped into my head and here we are.
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Having an omega had not been as much of an adjustment as Marvolo had anticipated, having heard from those few wizards he considered friends that going from bachelor to husband was a type of culture shock. Harry and he were so well-suited that living together, sharing space, meals, a bed, it had all come very naturally. What compromises he had been pushed to make were trivial and far outweighed by the joy of having his destined mate at his side.
The family that Harry had brought with him, however, were far more of a disruption.
Two days after moving into their new manor, freshly renovated and re-warded, Harry advised him over breakfast that his siblings were going to visit—with their father’s permission—this afternoon.
“I want to key them into the wards, so they can come to us if they are ever in trouble.”
Marvolo paused, butterknife poised over his toast.
“Of course,” Harry raised an eyebrow, “do you disagree?”
Being keyed into the wards would allow all the Potter siblings to apparate directly into their home, when they learned, as well as give them access to activate the private floo. It was a huge security risk.
The expression on his mate’s face demanded caution, however, and so Marvolo chose his words with care.
“Would that offer a great deal more access to your parents than you were comfortable with?”
“Our wards can be tweaked so anyone they bring with them can’t get past the floo room,” Harry took another token bite of his oatmeal, having already devoured the berries that came with it, the only foods he could tolerate in the morning.
“True,” Marvolo’s thoughts raced, trying to find another way to head this off. “Nagini is not fond of strangers, perhaps it would not be safe for the younger children—”
“We will introduce them to her today. She will need practice for our pups, after all.” Those mismatched avada-colored eyes finally snapped away from his food, pinning Marvolo, “she and Nakal are sunning in the courtyard, perhaps you could talk to them now?”
I’m being dismissed. Marvolo glanced down at his own breakfast, only half finished. However, being a Dark Lord required knowing which battles to pick and which to avoid.
“Of course,” He stood, taking a bowl of grapes and melon. “I’ll see that she understands. When will they be joining us?”
“Around eleven, then staying for lunch.” Harry replied, smiling warmly, “Thank you, my love.”
“Of course, darling,” Marvolo made a hasty retreat.
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