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Mind & Will	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 11791 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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The colored light just started to spill in through the stained glass windows of their bedroom. Tom was aware of the sounds of people moving around in the halls, but the warm bodies of the two women in his life were neatly curled around him.
“They’re awake.” Hermione groaned shifting to his left as he knew she was checking the time. “Five.” She murmured snuggling back into him to see if she could get just a little more sleep
“I can’t wait to be free of the little beasts,” Ginny said whimpering as she was still half asleep. “You did remember to take off today?” She suddenly asked, and he forced himself not to smile as the women thought he was still sound asleep.
“Of course I’m not missing it.” Hermione waved her hand.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and both women sat up and scrambled into robes right before the door came flying open.
“You’re fathers still sleeping,” Ginny whispered harshly as multiples pairs of feet stomped into the room.
“Let's go see what Beady’s made for breakfast.” Hermione said at the same time.
“No, he isn't.” The thirteen-year-old boy with his mother’s curly brown hair and blunt nature said in her exactly bossy tone. “He’s faking.”
Voldemort chuckled as he opened scarlet eyes to see not one, but three of his children all standing at the end of the bed as his wives glared down at him.
“Good morning my darlings.” He said in a deep tone as he rubbed his face and sat up. “Why are we all awake at five in the morning?” He asked looking first to his eldest before turning to the twelve-year-old raven-haired girl and the eleven-year-old brunette with her hair done in plaited along the sides of her head.
“I’m going to Hogwarts father!” She said brightly as she climbed into bed with him without fear and bounced a few times.
“Give me a few minutes and we can go get some breakfast. I have presents for you all.” He promised as it had become a tradition to spoil the children as they went off to school.
“You wonder why they wake us up at five on September 1st every year?” Ginny asked shaking her head as she ushered the kids out of the room and closed the door behind them.
Voldemort slipped out of bed then and started for his robe looking over at Hermione as she looked down at scrolls on her small writing desk.
“Did you take the whole day off?” He asked moving up behind the woman as she looked at her mail distractedly.
“Did you?’ She asked with a smile as she let him kiss her neck.
“Yes. I have no meetings, nor any experiments.” He told her as he moved his lips up to her ear.
“Well you make your own hours.” She countered with a frown, but she enjoyed his lips on her neck. “Evil Genius is sort of a noncommittal position I would say.” She reminded him dryly as his hand fished into her robe teasingly.
“I would say the Minister should get a day off as well.” He countered as his fingers started to tease her folds playfully.
“The kids are waiting for their presents.” She whimpered as he started to untie her robe.
“I’m just distracting you with something a bit more worth your time.” He told her nipping her neck before she pulled away entirely.
“Fine fine.” She said breathlessly as she set the scroll down. “Breakfast.” She said as she fixed her robe.
“I always get what I want in the end my dear.” He told her confidently as he took her hand and led her down towards his study in the old Riddle house.
He had let his girl fix it how they liked before they moved back in and he found it quite amusing to be living in the halls of the father he had murdered during his teen years. It was one last insult he gave to the family that never accepted them.
“Daddy!” His redheaded ten-year-old squealed as she was halfway down the stairs as she jumped fearlessly onto his shoulders from the top step.
“Good morning Monkey, did you want a present too?” He asked as he tucked her legs around him and carried her with him towards the study where he had their gifts.
“Can I have a pet?” She asked without shame.
“Next year my darling.” He said knowing she knew the answer before she even asked.
He gave each of his children a familiar to take to school with them during their first year. He had given Vadik, his eldest, a black cat for luck. Last year he had given Damiana a blue ferret that she had liked in the store. Once the got to the study, he flicked his wand at the pile of boxes and turned towards the dining room.
“Which one is mine?” The girl on Tom's back asked excitedly.
“You’ll have to wait and see Monkey.” He told her as he patted her little hands with his.
“You know ten is nearly eleven Daddy, why do you still call me such a childish name?” She asked, and he could imagine the little pout on her lips.
“Why do you still ride on my back darling?” He asked turning his head with a smile.
“Because your the strongest wizard in the world and I’ll always ride on your back.” She said with her smile.
By the time they made it to the dining room the rest of the family was seating and serving themselves breakfast. He moved around their table setting a box by each of his loved ones, and depositing his youngest in her seat. He gave his wives presents as well, just because he enjoyed spoiling the lot of them.
He sat down at the head of the table and watched as his children opened his gifts. His wives were smart enough to know he would give them something not meant for the kids; he chuckled as he watched them both vanish their boxes up to their room.
He had been worried that he wouldn’t feel for his children as others did. He had hated children and babies when he was a child himself, and he still hated the most of the beasts as if they were a plague on the world. But his children became a part of him in the same way his wives were, and making them happy was like making himself happy.
So he sat back and watched as Vadik opened a first edition Hogwarts, A History and excitedly held it up to show his mother. Damiana giggled hysterically as pulled the pair of sapphire hair sticks from her box. They would look lovely with her Ravenclaw robes, and they were sharp enough that she could do some real damage to any boy trying to take liberties. He gave Ginny an innocent smile as she glared at him.
Calista cooed at the Raven sitting on her finger and gave him a quick smile before giving her attention to the bird. His Monkey, Medea was looking through her toy potions set with interest, and he loved as he watched her mind work. She was the only one of his children to have his gift of parseltongue and next year he already knew exactly what he would get her. In his private laboratory, he was already making preparations for it to hack with enough time to send it to school with her. Basilisks weren’t even deadly to humans within the first ten years of their lives so his wives couldn’t say he was endangering children. He still hadn’t told them of the one already living in that castle.
Later in King’s Cross station Voldemort kept his face perfectly neutral as they moved through the muggle filth. After long years of debates with his wives, he could agree that Muggle-born witches and wizards had value. He even tolerated a few muggles, mainly Hermione’s family, but he drew the line at the unwashed masses, and that was what filled the public part of the train station today.
“Why don’t you go first this year Hermione, Ginny?” He said casually asked trying to seem as relaxed as he could.
“Father you always go through the barrier first, it’s the rule,” Vadrik said giving him the same look as his wives. “Mother and Aunt Ginny don’t trust you alone with muggles.” He added just in case Voldemort didn’t already know this.
“Son we need to have a little talk soon about the flexibility of rules.” He said casually before passing through the barrier and waiting for his family out of the way.
“Mother says to tell you most rules don’t have that kind of flexibility.” His son commented with a smile as soon as he passed through the barrier after him.
“My boy, never stop working for what you want. You only lose when you give up.” He said as he put his arm over his son’s shoulders.
“Tom!” Someone called from down the tracks, and they both looked over Auror Potter came trotting towards them with a toddler boy in his arms. “Vadrik! Lily was looking for you.” He said mentioning his daughter’s name. Vadrik perked up and looked to his father. The man nodded letting his son go off to be with his friends.
“Is Hermione here?” Potter asked as Monkey jumped through the barrier right into the other man, followed quickly by his eldest daughter trying to catch her sister.
“Sorry father, she got away from me. Mr. Potter.” She greeted trying to pull her sister off the other man.
“It's fine my dear.” He told Damiana before looking to the other man. “Did she not tell you she was taking the day for this?” Voldemort asked as he scooped his Monkey up and threw her over his shoulder while she squealed and giggled.
“Yeah, but I know how she gets distracted with things,” Potter said, and Voldemort had to agree.
“She’ll be through soon I’m sure.” He said they waited for the rest to come through. Ginny came through next with Calista with Hermione quick behind them.
“Hermione!” Potter greeted with only giving the nod to the other woman. “Can we talk for a moment?” He asked sounding worried.
“We’ll be by the train, my love,” Voldemort said making his way down so he could help his children get their things stowed away.
“Where’s Vadrik?” Ginny asked with a frown.
“Lily was looking for him,” Voldemort said knowingly.
“Lily is yucky,” Madea informed them as he was still carrying her on his shoulder. “Daddy quick put me down Scorpius is coming!”
“All of this and I still feel like there is less chaos than when I was a kid,” Ginny said with a shake of her head as she took his Monkey from his shoulder and they turned to greet the Malfoys.
“That is because they only outnumber us a little,” Tom said in his wife’s ear to make her laugh.
“Sir.” Draco greeted with a nod and a smile for the girls standing by. “Ginny.”
“How are you fairing Scorpius?” Voldemort asked just to make his youngest blush.
“Fine Sir. Are you looking forward to the coming year Damiana?” He asked turning to his elder daughter.
“Stop talking to me Slytherin.” His daughter said coldly making Tom chuckle. Both Vadrik and Damiana had been sorted into Ravenclaw; it didn’t seem to matter to them that none of their parents had been.
“What house are you hoping for Calista?” Draco asked as he worked to fill the awkward silence made by Tom’s daughter.
The girl glanced to the cage on top of her luggage and back to the older man with a meaningful look.
“I’m going to be a Slytherin next year,” Medea announced to the group as she eyed the older boy who gave her a polite smile.
Tom, of course, had mixed emotions from the exchange, on the one hand, it would be pleasant to have one of his children be proud of the house of their blood. Though they had decided to wait to tell the children their full heritage, on the other, he couldn’t help but get protective when he thought about his youngest having a crush on an older boy.
“Are you on the house team like your father, Scorpius?” Ginny asked curiously.
“No, Scorpius doesn’t do well on a broom,” Damiana answered for him, and this honestly explained her lack of interest in the boy.
“I didn’t play Quidditch either.” Voldemort offered to the boy as he enjoyed the way his daughter humiliated him.
“But you could have if you wanted, father.” Damiana pointed out. “You’re an excellent flyer. You don’t get nosebleeds five feet off the ground.”
“Dami, darling, go find your friends,” Ginny said diplomatically to try and save the boy some face.
“Can I come?” Calista asked, and the two girls left their little group.
Medea stepped forward once her sisters were gone and looked right up into the boy's eyes. “I think you’re wonderful.” She said in a dreamy way that made the boy go pink. Tom yanked her back by her scruff.
“You can go as well Scorpius,” Astoria said kissing her son on the cheek before letting him run off.
“I’m sorry Dami can be brutal sometimes.” Ginny apologize once the boy had left.
“And Monkey is a flirt.” He said shaking his head down at his youngest.
“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Draco said smirking to himself.
“Did I miss anything?” Hermione asked as she joined their little group. “Where are the kids?”
“Minister.” Astoria greeted politely. “You daughters are very energetic.”
“What did they do?” She asked as the adults chuckled and even Tom smirked.
“We’ll tell you all about it when we get home,” Voldemort said before frowning at the pink color she turned.
“I need to go to a tiny meeting once the kids are off.” She said making the frown disappeared and replaced by an even more dangerous expression.
“Then we will just have to talk when you do get home.” He said making his displeasure very clear.
“Can I still go spend the weekend at Granny’s?” Medea asked sounding worried. “Lucy and I have a project, and I want to show her my new potions set!”
“Of course,” Ginny said smirking down at her daughter. “I’m taking you there right after we wave goodbye to your brother and sisters.
“I thought you were busy all day Sir?” Draco asked curiously. “Not escorting Miss Medea?” He asked teasing his boss in a way only Voldemort’s right hand could get away with.
“Ah well. I have, in fact, been banished from the grand Weasley compound.” Tom said dryly right before Ginny punched him in the arm.
“Daddy burnt down Granddad’s muggle shed,” Medea explained sagely.
“What is a muggle shed?” Astoria asked confused.
“My father collects muggle things,” Ginny explained turning pink.
“He only assumed it was me.” Tom countered stiffly.
“Because it was you.” Hermione cut in sounding a bit more timid than usual because she knew she was already in the wrong for having to go into work.
When he got back to the Riddle house, he breathed in the silent air. Ginny would return soon from dropping off Medea, so there was no point in starting any projects, so he merely went to his study to find a book to enjoy while he waited.
“You really shouldn’t blame her,” Ginny said in the way of greeting once she had returned.
“How are your parents?” He asked not looking up from his book.
“Mom is happy as a niffler with four of her grandkids staying there for the weekend. Dad was at work.” She answered walking over to his desk. “She’s the Minister of Magic Tom; things come up.”
He looked up at her and gave her a dark smile. “We all make choices.” He said as he set his book aside and pulled his wife into his lap. She easily shifted to straddle his legs. “I’m just going to enjoy punishing her for them.” He told her simply. “Unless you want to take her punishment?” He asked curiously.
“That depends.” She said wiggling herself against him. “Did you set up this little emergency she had to attend to?” She asked knowing him somewhat well after sixteen years together.
He smirked up at his wife and let out a little chuckle. “Do you think she’ll be mad when she figures it out?” He asked as he ran his hands over her body.
“I think that is going to depend on how much she enjoys her punishment,” Ginny said shaking her head.
“I‘m not worried.” He said as he thought about what he had planned.
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