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Yes Tom
By : Sevy14
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female
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I awake to feel a small body pressed tightly up against mine, warmth emitting from a head resting upon my chest. Groggily I glance down to see dark brown hair peaking out from underneath a hot water bottle, somewhat curled and definitely not combed, this much I can tell. I frown-Tom's head isn't this small. I realize that it isn't Tom but my Tommy laying atop me and inwardly my guts startle, my heartbeat racing I turn my head to the left and see Tom facing me, eyes closed, breathing steady. Why is my baby in here? Did something happen? These thoughts racing through my head are trumped by the realization that both of my boys are asleep; both are asleep in the same bed. I smile at the thought, moving my right arm I reach for my wand. Muttering a quick spell my camera is at the end of the bed, facing us. I close my eyes and swish my wrist, initiating the picture to be taken. Thankful that I had left the setting to no flash I smile as the camera glides slowly back to its resting place. Replacing my wand back on the nightstand I wonder why there's a hot water bottle atop my sons head and more importantly why is he in my bed with both Tom and myself. I fear that I'll have to wait for some time before I'll get an answer but a few minutes later I feel a stirring beside me and I turn my head, opening my eyes as I do. It's Tom, he's awake and staring at me. I look at him and then give him a small smile, he just stares at me. I notice though, that his eyes aren't as cold this morning. I wonder why. For a few more minutes he lays there, staring at me and at my baby's head and then back at me before he gets up. Sitting with his back to me he stretches, the toned muscles of his back dancing at the movement. He rises, not bothering to put on a shirt, walks out of the room. I can hear his footsteps following him down the hallway, down the stairs, where my ears lose their voice. I turn my head to look at the night stand, it's only seven thirty, Tommy is likely to sleep for another hour or two-perhaps even three if he's tired enough, briefly I wonder if Tom wanted me to follow him downstairs but my thoughts are put to rest when I hear him on the stairs, the creaking of the old wood rising and falling. He enters the room silently, no emotion on his face, the shadows seem to cover him as he walks across the room towards the bed, only to allow the light to breach his features as he reaches the bed. He's so handsome. I relish in the fact that he chose me to be his-he could've had anyone I tell myself. He moves to get beneath the covers once again we're all here, as a family. I smile at him and he just looks at me-no emotion. I wish he would show some sort of emotion or-or something upon his face, but I know that's only wishful thinking-Tom Riddle doesn't show emotion.

"You're staring Evangaline."

He startled me. "Sorry." I look away, back down at my son, who's shifted to have his head upon my breast, one leg thrown over my upper thighs, and his arm over my waist-he looks so peaceful sleeping.

"Do you know of his friends Angel?"

I turn my head to look at him. "At school? I wasn't aware he had any."

"No. Here." The fact that he does not seem to interact with others is discerning, I never had any problems speaking to anyone-perhaps he gets it from his mother; although she did have friends. What makes him so different that he does not? Is it that Khristo that he refuses to speak of? "The friends that he has here-what do you know of them Evangaline?"

How did Tom know of them? Does it have something to do with why my baby is snuggling with me? "I know that Tommy doesn't like talking about them to me. He thinks I'd disapprove because they aren't human; snakes. They're snakes." I don't have an issue with them really, I'd rather his friends be humans that's all; -but Tommy doesn't really get on with anyone, never has.

"It snowed last night. He woke early and went to them. Finding them near death; brought them here. He asked me to help him make them better-they're currently downstairs warming by the fire. You have no qualms with this?"

They're inside the house? "I do have an issue. He knows the rules." I look over at Tom only to find him staring at Tommy, but he looks up fast, his eyes narrowing, brow darkening. I continue on, "But… If being inside is more beneficial to them at this time then I can amend the rules for now." He doesn't move, continues to stare and look down at my baby. "Especially if it helps keep my precious baby happy, then I can amend them." Speaking of Tommy he's stirring, I suppose it's from all of our talking.

"Mum?"

"Shush baby I'm here. Shush." I say, rubbing circles on his back as he rotates his head upwards to see me. Giving me a tired look before he laid his head back down upon my chest, I feel him straighten out his legs, but his arm stays covering my waist.

"Mum I…" My whole body aches. "Mum I don't feel good."

"It is most likely due to the fact that you ventured outside in the snow without shoes or a coat on." Foolish boy, what was he thinking?

"Tom shush why are you-What do you mean outside without proper winter attire?" I say turning a questioning gaze to Tom and then directing back down to Tommy who had since shut his eyes but had a pained look upon his face.

Why is she so loud? "Mum, your voice. It's loud-so loud." I snuggle further into her though. I love laying in here with her-even if I haven't done it in a long while, I always feel safe and warm. But I can feel her eyes upon me and I open my own to look up at her. Sighing, "They were going to die mum. Honest. I went outside to get them I was so worried I didn't think. And then I brought them in, setting them by the fire so they'd warm up. It didn't look like it was working so I came up here to get help; you know since I can't do magic here. And-and I woke him up to help me instead because I didn't want you to be mad at me." I say this quickly and I look down, ready for some punishment. The water bottle slipping from my head only to land upon her stomach; but nothing comes.

"Oh honey…" Was all I could say to him as I look down and stroke his back soothingly, he just sniffles like little boys do and I couldn't contain my heart as it grew at his adorability. Looking up I see Tom staring at me. "What?"

"He is unwell."

"I know." I say acknowledging his statement. "Do-do you by chance have anything, I forgot to get some healing potion yesterday." I must put that on my list.

I sigh. "No. I do not." And why should I? I'm Lord Voldemort-I do not need healing potion.

"Oh. Okay well honey looks like you're sick until we get some alright dear?" My poor baby, he really does look unwell. "How about this?" I say to Tommy, gripping his chin and forcing it up so he looks at me. "We get some chicken noodle soup made, brought up, read, and do puzzles today." Smiling at him softly. "Your friends can come sit by the fire up here. How does that sound?" My son just looks at me for a minute before he starts to cough violently, his body shuddering, the aftershocks rocking even my body. Tom hands him a glass of water and then stands; calling out for an elf to come fix some breakfast of fruits and chicken soup. I smile up at him. "Thank you Tom." He only nods and walks in the bathroom shutting the door. "Here Tommy, why don't you lay down here," I say positioning his head back on his own pillow."I'm going to go get some books and puzzles from downstairs."

"Okay mum." My throat is sore and I feel disgusting. She leaves and I'm left alone in the room. My eyes closed I open them quickly, the light hurting them as I hear a door open. Standing in the doorway is he-my father. I just look at him and he back at me, "Th-thank you for this morning sir."

"Your welcome."

This and a nod is all I receive. "Are you going to be staying up here with us today?" I ask apprehensively. I'm chewing on my lip-I know I should stop.

He looks very small laying in the big bed all alone. "I suppose I'll stay for a bit-breakfast is being served up here." He just stares.

"Oh okay." I don't know what I'm expecting from him-or he from me. "Are you going to read to us then?" I ask. But he just looks at me and then crosses the floor, walking out the door and down the stairs, calling out for mum as he does.
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Yes Tom	By : Sevy14 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I make no money from this story.

Yes Tom