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Tommy, Son of a Dark Lord	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 30421 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: I hope there is still some interest in this story, but if not, at least I'm still here.
Chapter Fifteen: Fatherhood

   Harry apparated onto his front step, his load made it difficult to open the door, so he called out for the house elf and Kreacher opened the door for him. He carried everything into the house, dropped most of it onto the floor before he gently placed Tommy on the couch of the parlor and handed him his favorite toy, Griffy. Tommy smiled and climbed down, dragging Griffy behind him as he went back to his other things, that had been left behind for the trip to St. Mungo's. Harry watched him, waiting until he was out of sight to turn to the little old elf. "We'll be taking care of Tommy for a little while longer, Kreacher. I'll do the messy stuff, if you'll handle watching him while he sleeps. I'll try to arrange my time away for that. It's a big responsibility, and we're all he has. And he trust me."

   "Children are hard work, Master Harry. This one is a big job. Very Big." Kreacher said before returning to his kitchen and whatever task Harry had interrupted.

   The boy, who was now the Man-who-defeated-Voldemort, followed his new charge into the sitting room where Tommy had now arranged the toys into a circle and was explaining to them about his day. "I went to see Dockor Winegod. He says I can stay wiss Harry Potter, so we can play evie day." Harry was concerned about the sudden reversion to baby-talk, but the doctor had said that Tommy had good days, and bad days. His personality shifting from one stage of childhood to another for no apparent reason.

   Tommy looked up and smiled, and Harry returned it mildly. He wanted to reassure the boy, but the whole situation was grating on him.

   Harry had enjoyed taking care of Teddy, whenever Andromeda needed to leave him with Harry, but that didn't mean the boy-who-lived wanted to become a full-time parent, yet. He sorta thought he'd get married and have nine whole months to prepare for fatherhood.

   As he was being consumed by these thoughts, Tommy had been watching him. He was now curled up against the wall, Griffy in his arms and his thumb shoved deeply into his mouth, attempting to self-soothe while his savior looked frightened and confused. Harry looked up to see him and frowned.     Tommy began to cry.

   It was not a loud wailing, or a hiccoughy pout, but the tears that rolled down those familiar cheeks and the red rimmed eyes that watched Harry, were just as bad. Harry rushed over and instinctively wrapped his arms around the boy, petting his dark curls and rubbing his back soothingly. "What is it, Tommy? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Harry begged, but Tommy just began to sob, his body shaking in Harry's arms. "Please, tell me what happened?"

   Tommy clung to him, his body close and the only barrier between them was the stuffed toy. He still shook and his words came out poorly and difficult to understand, "You - you d-don't wann, you don't wann me. Tommy is a pwobbum. His gonna be wost in da dawk. Tommy scaww'd! Tommy done wike da dawwk and da scawwy peepo!"

   Harry held his charge away from himself and looked into the boy's hazel eyes. He shook his head and pieced the words together. "Dark? What dark? What scary people?" he asked.

   "Dows boys. Da boys dat yelled at Tommy. Dows peepo. Tommy had to hide. Hiding in da dawk pwaces. It was dawk so Tommy w'oud be safe. Tommy could'n fine Daddy. Tommy was scaww'd." The hiccoughs started, but he persevered. "Tommy had to fine Hawwy Potter. Tommy wooked evvie ware."

   "I'm here. You found me. I told you, it's okay. You can stay with me, and I'll protect you. I want to help you get well, Tommy. I want to get you back."

   "Back? Back fwom whayr?" Tommy asked before shoving his thumb into the recesses of his mouth. Harry shook his head and tried to put a reassuring smile on his face.

   "Back to where. Back to who you were before all this happened. I want Tommy to remember who he was before the evil spell that made you, . . that trapped you in this place. It's okay, Tommy. I'll be here for you, or Kreacher will, until you can take care of yourself."
   Tommy had lived at the Grimmauld Place house for four weeks, when Harry was surprised by an old acquaintance. He was visiting Dr. Rheingold, for his twice weekly report on Tommy's progress, when he ran into Oliver Wood. Oliver was coming in, as Harry left, to see the Doctor, as well. Dr. Rheingold stopped them both and explained. "If you can manage to stay for a bit longer, Harry. I admit that I purposely arranged this. Oliver only comes to see me when he is between potions, to keep the media from interfering, and I wanted you two to talk about Tommy. It will be beneficial for you to understand the entirety of the circumstances. Come in, please gentlemen."

   Harry followed Oliver into the room and sat opposite him, looking for any trace of the impersonation he was presumably making during his life and stay with the Malfoys.

   "How is Malfoy, Harry? Dr. Rheingold told us that you had him, his parents are so relieved, but they can't see him. It breaks mother, eh Narcissa's heart. Lucius is better, but only because Tommy looks so different from Draco. Maybe, we could come see him, or meet you somewhere?" Oliver slipped up only occasionally, but the Malfoys had requested information on their son, and he determined to find out how he was doing.

   "I don't know. Do you think that would be a good idea, Doctor?" Harry asked.

   "Tommy stayed with his parents for several weeks, when he was first found, and he didn't do well there. He has no problem with meeting them, but they had difficulty accepting that he is not the boy they raised, not anymore. Plus, Lucius has issues with his development. I don't think that Oliver has had any contact with him, especially as his previous self. I'm not sure how that would be. Perhaps we should maintain contact to this time of your month, Oliver."

   "I can agree to that," Harry said.

   "I don't take the potion for another week, normally. It gives me time to be Oliver, so could we arrange something?" He asked.

   "Where?" Harry said.

   "Fortesque's. I'll bet Tommy would like ice cream, and it's in a safe wizarding area. I'll bring the Malfoys on a shopping trip, as myself. I've done that before. It's well known that they have sponsored me, and they really could use some time out." Oliver suggested with a caring tone.

   "You really are considerate of them, aren't you? It's more than just a part for you." Harry suggested.

   "They aren't that hard to care about, Harry. I mean, when they relax, they're wonderful people. Pure-blood nonsense aside."

   "Will they be relaxed when they meet with Tommy?" he asked.
   Tommy got a double fudge sundae, which he insisted on eating without Harry's help, and had managed to get a great deal of all over himself. He was smiling happily when the Malfoys followed Oliver Wood into the shop. He must have recognized them, because his smile faltered before Harry realized they had arrived. He turned and noted the stiff demeanor of the couple. "Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, won't you join us? Can I get you something?"

   Lucius recovered his shock first and placed a hand on his wife's back. "Yes, Darling. Let's have a little treat. How about one of those smoothies that you like? Strawberry, wasn't it?" Narcissa's nod was barely perceptible, her eyes glued to Tommy, who had returned to his bowl.

   "A strawberry smoothie. And you Lucius?" Harry asked.

   "Well, that looks interesting. I'll have what young Tommy is enjoying." the man said, pointing at the demolished bowl. Oliver sat between Harry and Lucius, who was across from Tommy and next to his wife. Narcissa was next to Tommy and watching him intently.   Harry rose after Oliver had requested a simple vanilla frosty, and went to put in their orders. He returned with a tray and passed around the treats.

   "Dra-Tommy, do you like living with Mr. Potter?" Narcissa asked with a catch to her voice.

   Tommy looked up from his spoon and smiled at her. "Harry Potter is my friend. Aren't you?" Harry nodded and he continued. "He takes good care of Tommy. He does everyfing that Tommy needs."

   "Tommy, do you remember when you lived with us?" Lucius asked and Tommy frowned at him.

   "You didn't. Tommy wanted . . . Tommy wants Harry. Harry, don't wet them take me away." At this Harry found himself with a lap ful of fretfull Tommy Riddle, and he tried to soothe the boy. Tommy's spoon fell from his hand and landed on the floor between their chairs.

   "It's okay. They don't mean to take you. They just want to help you remember. Isn't that right, Lucius?" Harry said as he petted Tommy's hair.

   "Yes, of course. We just wanted to know how you were doing. You need to stay with Mr. Potter. We have a son at home to take care of, for now." the man tried, but Tommy didn't trust him.

   "Tommy," Oliver tried, getting his attention by touching his hand, where it was clutching to Harry's shoulder, lightly. "Would you like to go to the toy store when you finish your ice cream?"

   This got the boy's interest, and Tommy looked up. "Toys?" he asked.

   "Yes, but you've got to finish your ice cream, first." Oliver said and Tommy jumped back into his seat and retrieved his fallen spoon. Narcissa flinched as he went to dip it into his treat, but Harry quickly cast a cleansing spell on it before it touched the food. He had finished his sundae before anyone else at the table.

   "TOYS!" he shouted, and Narcissa smiled.

   "That sounds more like my boy." she said.

   Tommy spared her one glare before standing and pulling at Harry. "Can we go get toys?" he pleaded and Harry put down his soda. "Pwease?"

   "Our guests haven't finished their ice cream, Tommy." he tried.

   "Oh, we've finished, haven't we Dear?" Lucius suggested, and the other two pushed away their dishes.

   "Yes. Let's go see those toys." Oliver offered, putting his hand out to Tommy as Harry took the boy's hand in his. Tommy accepted the proferred digit and was soon walking between the two men, as the couple followed, down the Alley to Marlotte's Childhood Fantasyland. He stopped for a moment, at the entrance to the alley where Harry had found him, a shiver running through his body. Luckily, the new school year meant that most of the children over eleven were not around, and there were no further reminders of the event.

   Lucius glared at Harry who just shrugged it off, "We met there." he explained simply.

   Narcissa stared down the offshoot, just outside of Wrongnatt's Little Wizards, and curled her nose in distaste. "In a dirty alley?" she asked.

   "Behind the dumpster," Harry added, being pulled along by the exuberant young boy. The couple didn't speak again, but Lucius was frowning and Narcissa was contemplative. In the toy shop, Tommy found an oversized rocking unicorn and was climbing on it, with aid from Oliver, as Harry watched. He smiled happily, and tried to make the toy rock, but was frustrated by it until Oliver waved his wand and it started to move.

   "That is only for display," the clerk said, but Harry turned her way, his scar showing from under his wind-blown hair, and she stopped. "Oh, Mr. Potter. I guess it's okay, and there's not many customers, anyway."

   "How much for this?" Harry asked, and the clerk flushed.

   "Oh, it's not for sale. Like I said, it's a display."

   "Where did it come from? I'll call on them and have one made." Harry suggested.

   "Oh, why the owner has a friend that makes wood carvings and then enlarges them or shrinks them. He makes displays for the shop, all the time. I can get you his floo address."

   "Please do. I think I'd like to get to know the man." Harry said turning back to where Tommy was now giggling as he rode.

   Shrinking magic was not as common as it had been, but expanding magic was even rarer. Even Lucius was interested in meeting this mysterious carver. He stepped up next to Harry and spoke in a hushed tone. "I'd like to accompany you when you visit the man, if I may?"

   Harry turned to him, smiled weakly, and nodded. Just as he turned back, Tommy slid back and toppled from the seat, landing in Oliver's arms. Both Harry and Lucius sprung forward, but Oliver was smiling as he carried Tommy over to them. "He's so light."

   "Lightening charm." Harry explained. "He taught it to me, sort of. Levitarious."

   "A good charm to know." Oliver replied, handing Harry his charge. "I think that toy might need a few safety spells before Tommy plays on it again. Let's go look at some other things, okay?"

   Harry put Tommy down and he toddled off, followed by Oliver, and found a pile of stuffed toys, where he began to explain to the man about the toys he had at Harry's. "Gryffy is my favowit. He's a wion, with a wed scarf. He sweeps wiff me, and keeps me safe."

   Lucius raised an eyebrow, but Harry just laughed at it. Narcissa caught up and slid an arm through her husband's. "He used to be very attached to a stuffed badger, when he was little, Lucius. He didn't become a Hufflepuff, either."

   When they left, Tommy was the new owner of several toys, mostly soft sculptures, one of which was a snake that Lucius had purchased, and another a replacement for the long lost badger from Narcissa. Oliver had bought him an unbreakable set of toy beakers and a toy cauldron that would speak when pretend ingredients were put into it, saying things like, "Thanks for that bat wing, it was perfect." and "I think just a pinch of toad's hips, please." It had a soft wooden stirring paddle and a stand that would glow like fire, and Tommy asked if he would come and help him make some potions with it.

   Harry waited to see what Oliver said, hoping that his old team mate would accept, so that they could visit after while Tommy had a nap. "I'd like that. I've got some time off of my job, so I can come over. If that's okay with Harry."

   Tommy immediately turned his pleading eyes on Harry, who could only capitulate. "Only, if you promise to behave and eat all of your dinner, and go to bed on time, tonight."

   "Tommy can be good. Pwease, Harry Potter."

   "Oh, alright. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy?" he offered, secretly hoping they would decline. He had nothing against them, but their presence was a bit taxing on both him and Tommy.

   "I think we have business to attend to, but perhaps another time. Come dear, let's let these young people alone. I want to look in on Madame Malkin's. I think we could both use some new robes." Narcissa said pulling Lucius away as the others headed for the apparation point.

   "Thank you, Harry, for them, I mean. I think this has been a relief for them, especially Mother, eh Narcissa. She's been very worried about Draco." Oliver said as they moved far enough away for privacy.

   "I was happy to do it. I never intended for this, you know that, don't you, Oliver?" Harry said as they walked. Before Oliver could respond, another voice hailed them.

   "Harry! Ollie! What are you two doing here? Who's that with you?"George Weasley called from the front of his store. "Are you going to just go home without visiting me?"

   Much as Harry was sure it would be too late for Oliver to visit his home, if they went to the Weasleys' store, he knew that it would be wrong to do that to George. He turned in his path, catching Tommy's hand and steering him that way. "Tommy, I have another friend for you to meet."

   This sparked the interest of the boy, who looked up and found a brightly lit, fascinating storefront in their path. "We going dere?" he asked as his step quickened.

   "George Weasley, this is Tommy." Harry said with a hand signal that told the redhead he'd explain later. "He was just at the toy store, and would love to see all the wonderful things you sell. Don't show him anything dangerous, though. He's too young for that stuff. Just the things that a little boy could play with."

   "Tommy,huh? He looks a bit like . . " George began, but Oliver cut him off.

   "Like an adorable four-year-old, right Georgie?" he took Tommy's other hand, relieving him of his bags, and pulled him toward a bunch of racks. "Tommy, these are not for little boys, so don't touch, okay?"

   "Harry, who is that? It looks like Malfoy." George whispered to Harry as the other two drifted away. "And how is it that you've been out of touch for weeks? Mum is beyond herself."

   "Sorry, George. Tommy takes a lot of time. He's special. Look, I'll call your mother, later. I just didn't want to add to your family's problems." Harry explained.

   "And why does he look like Malfoy?" George persisted.

   "Long story, and I'm just too beat, right now. I'll tell you all about it later, for now, he's just Tommy, okay?"

   "Fine. But, I'll be expecting that explanation. Come upstairs and meet my new charge. Hannah had a boy, named him Fred, but we call him Larry. It's his middle name."

   Harry followed George, calling out to Oliver as he went. "We're going to meet the new baby, Ollie. We'll be back."

   "Baby! No!" Tommy screamed, rushing after the two retreating wizards, climbing the stairs with difficulty, and followed by a distraught Oliver Wood. "Not new baby! Only Tommy!"

   Harry was at the door to the apartment upstairs, when Tommy reached him and flew into his arms. He was nearly overbalanced, and George had to steady him. "It's okay, Tommy. It's George's baby. I'm not taking it home. Only Tommy for me." Harry assured him as George opened the door and they went through. Oliver had caught up and the four entered the apartment.

   Hannah sat in an overstuffed chair, holding a bundled baby in her arms, it's little hands waving in the air. Tommy looked at it and slid out of Harry's grasp. He dropped to his knees in front of her, his thumb secured in his mouth as he moved closer, leaning over to look down at the tiny boy. "This is Frederick, but you can call him Larry." Hannah told him, which loosened his thumb.

   "He's so tiny. Does he dwink special miwk?"

   "He's breastfed, is that what you mean?" she asked.

   Tommy touched his own chest and nodded. He put his thumb back, before reaching out with his other hand to touch the baby's forehead. He pulled out his thumb again and leaned down to kiss the baby. "Hewwo, baby bwodder."

   Harry sat on the arm of the chair, touching the baby's tiny hand, that immediately grasped his finger. He watched Tommy and responded to his words. "He's Hannah and George's baby, do you think he's your brother because he's a baby?"

   "He's my bwodder. He's so soft." Tommy said.

   "He's just born. All babies are soft. Tommy, do you remember the special milk, still?"

   "Daddy's miwk. Is he gonna be a powfull wizard?" Tommy asked as he traced the blue bunny on the blanket with his finger.

    "He might. We won't know until he's bigger, but there's a good chance. Tommy, look at his blanket. Do you remember anything else?" Harry coaxed.

   "I had a bwanket. It was gween, and had a pwetty pattewn."

   "I'll try to find it. Can you draw me a picture of it?" Harry had found that Tommy did better when his memories were addressed by drawing them out. Tommy nodded and Harry looked around. "Do you have anything he can draw on?"

   Oliver rushed forward, waved his wand and produced a piece of parchment and a stick of charcoal. "Will this do?" he asked.

   Harry smiled in gratitude. "Here, Tommy. Draw me a picture of the blanket, okay?"

   Tommy pulled away from the baby, reluctantly. He moved to the coffee table and the waiting parchment. He drew a blanket, mostly just a big rectangle, with a rune on it. It wasn't the crude drawing that one expected from a four-year-old but a perfectly made reproduction that came from years of practice with the subject of runes. Harry didn't recognize it, but Oliver had taken the courses and gasped at the depiction.

   "Harry, that's. . ."he began, but was hushed by the green-eyed wizard.

   "That's very good, Tommy. I'll look for the blanket, now." he took the parchment and folded it to fit in his pocket. He stood and smiled at George, who looked as confused as his wife, and nodded to him. "I think I need to get Tommy home. I'll floo you later, okay? Congratulations, Hannah. He's beautiful. Come on, Tommy. Let's go. You promised to make a potion with Oliver, remember?"

   After they had apparated to Grimmauld Place, Oliver and Tommy set to making their potion, to the delight of the boy, and Harry helped Kreacher with dinner. The three humans sat down to eat and Tommy began to drift off before his soup was finished. Harry smiled and lifted him, carrying him to his bed, raising the rails and tucking him in. Tommy's thumb was once more in his mouth and Harry found himself kissing a pale forehead.

   Oliver waited outside, holding the drawing in his hands, and as Harry closed the door, he held it up. "This is a repression rune." he said.

   "I thought it might be. That might explain how he's had so much trouble advancing. But, if he lost the blanket, how's it still effecting him?"

   "The blanket was likely just a template. The rune must be on him, somewhere. If we can remove it, then he should be able to improve. Have you seen anything like it before?" Oliver asked.

   Harry shook his head, looking embarrassed. "I've seen every inch of him, Oliver. I mean, when bathing him and all, and I've never seen anything like this before. Nor any other markings. He's perfect. Not a blemish or scar, anywhere."

   "Perfect, huh? Well, that kills that idea. I mean, without the rune, in contact with him somehow, he should be able to advance. It only works that way." Oliver said.

   "But, we are talking about Voldemort here. If there was a way, he would have found it. Tom Riddle was said to be the brightest of his generation, you know."

   "Can we not talk about him, please?" Oliver asked. "I'd rather hear about you, now. What have you been up to, besides babysitting for a full grown child?" Harry had led him to the parlor, where Kreacher had set out some coffee and biscuits. They sat down and talked into the early hours of the morning.

   By the time he left, Oliver had confided in Harry some of the horrors of his time with Voldemort, and Harry had described the hunt for the Horcruxes. They determined that they were both scarred and that they had feelings, deep feelings, that would have to wait for them to explore, until they had time to think them through. Oliver left after giving Harry a brief kiss, that spoke of unfulfilled hunger.

   They promised to meet again for lunch in two days, the day before Oliver would take on the mantle of Draco Malfoy once again.

So, what do you think? The relationships will start to bloom soon, as will some other squicky stuff, so be warned. Read at your own risk and enjoy, or just stop now and wait until the last chapter is posted.

For those who want to know, there are twenty chapters in all.

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