@tomarrymortmicrofics | gift | 310 words
After growing up with relatives who did not acknowledge Harry’s birthday, never mind giving him actual gifts, Harry always does his best to appreciate any presents he receives, even if they aren't to his personal taste.
This, however, cannot go without being remarked upon.
Harry looks up hesitantly at Voldemort, who is staring at him inquisitively.
“Are you displeased?” Voldemort asks.
There's no mockery in his tone, no mirth dancing in his eyes. He seems genuinely confused, which makes all of this worse.
“Vee,” Harry sighs, scrubbing at his face. “It's a severed head.”
Voldemort tilts his head.
“Most people would rather not receive a severed head as a birthday gift,” Harry informs him gently.
“It is not just any severed head,” Voldemort argues. “It is the severed head of one of your enemies. Dolores Umbridge tormented you and tortured you with a blood quill. I believed proof of her demise would please you.”
Harry is tempted to point out that Voldemort has also tortured him, not to mention all the attempted murders. However, he knows better than to bring up their tumultuous past. It never leads anywhere productive.
“I would have been happy with something simple,” Harry says. “Like tickets to the Magpie match.”
“Check under the bow,” Voldemort tells him, looking smug.
Harry grimaces when he looks back down at Umbridge’s head, taking in her swollen features and ghoulish pallor. A giant pink bow sits atop her head, which Harry lifts to find VIP passes to the next Quidditch World Cup. Harry smiles fondly despite himself.
He’ll have to find a way to discreetly rid himself of the head before Voldemort does something insane like mounting it and using it to decorate their sitting room. For now, he puts the lid back on the box and leans over to give Voldemort a grateful kiss.
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