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Yes Tom
By : Sevy14
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female
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Sighing I sit down on the bed. Why is it so hard for me to speak up to him? I turn and situate Tommy so that he is laying in the center of the bed, covered with blankets. I stand and place a warming charm upon the blankets. I move across the room and stoke the fire a bit before I walk out of the room, down the hall and into Tommy's room. It looks clean, as though he isn't even here. Smiling at my son's tidiness I see his school bag and a letter hanging out of the pocket. Slowly I walk over to his bag and pull it out. I frown at the parchment; not the kind I bought him at the beginning of term; it's finer and not British or Egyptian made. I move to open it but then stop myself a wave of guilt at invading his privacy washes through me but it passes and I frown, not caring. I'm his mother I'm allowed to be curious-to investigate. Opening it I am shocked at what the first few lines say. My hand covering my aghast mouth I read on, my eyes widening at the horribleness that continued line from line.

Riddle you piece of filth,

Your damn excuse of an owl woke us all up this morning. It's lucky that I couldn't get to it-otherwise you'd have had a dead owl upon your bed. Why are you even here Riddle? You're nothing. Just a piece of trash stinking up the halls, why don't you just leave and never return, it'll be a favor to us all. You aren't even a real wizard. You have no family. Just a whore mother; probably as useless and trashy as you-that's why you have no father. Because the womb that bore you is trash. That's all you are just poor, vile, dirty, trash.

I'm going to talk to my father. He'll see to it that you never return to Drumstrang. Do you talk to your father? Oh that's right you have no father, you stupid piece of filth. My father is an important man and once he says something you'll never be allowed back here; shamed just like your dog mother. Then we'll see just who's at the top of the class. I'm already the richest here and I should be number one in our class except you seem to think that's your place. But you don't know where your place is. It is beneath me. I am superior to you. I bet you're not even pure. Filth like you in our school shouldn't be allowed. I'll see to it that father knows of you and your vileness and then you'll be gone.

Just you wait Riddle. You'll see. You're nothing. And I am everything that you'll never be. Some of us are just better than others. One day, you'll be answering to me and I will see to it that you will be cleaning the stalls of magical creatures-you're not good enough to clean those of proper, pure wizards. Just you wait Riddle. Just you wait.

Your better in every meaning of the word,

K. K.

PS: Have a fun Christmas with your whore of a mother and without your father, you piece of filth.

The words that this K.K. had written to my son were horrid and I longed to gouge their eyes out. I set the letter down upon his bag, noticing the crinkle marks on either side of the page where my son's tiny hands had gripped it as he read. I felt my heart clench and my throat tighten, is this what he went through on a daily basis? Is this what Ms. Scroogay blamed my Tommy for saying? These outlandish thoughts and cruel words? I felt my blood boil at this, why hadn't Tommy told me the extent instead of just saying the bare minimum. "Eeek!" I jumped as a hand gripped my shoulder. I spun, eyes wide.

"I believe I told you to join the boy in bed. This does not look like my bed."

"Believe it or not Tom, sometimes I can't just do as you say." The words are out before I can stop them. I stare up at him, my eyes must look as though they'll pop out. "I-I didn't mean it to sound like that Tom. I'm sorry. I just-just meant that I-well sometimes it might take me longer to do things when you ask me to. I-"

"Silence." Since when does she stand up to me? Where does that idea, that strength come from? "I don't think you should speak. Wouldn't want to get yourself into more trouble would you dear?" I grin as she shakes her head no, eyes so wide, and her heart pounding a mile a minute. I smirk at her shaking form. "Now Angel," my tone soft, quiet, "what was so important that you had to come in here and disobey me? Hm?" My eyes narrowed at her. She gulps. I smirk more.

"I-I wanted to get some of his books." I hate how he's smirking at me. That look is so cruel, I hate it. He continues to stare at me and I look down, frowning at the sight of the letter on the floor.

"Something wrong Angel?" I don't even acknowledge her worthless excuse of disobeying me.

"I-this letter," I nudge my toe at it, "is horrid, vile, and-and makes me want to hurt someone." My voice hard, face taught, and I was breathing heavily even though I'd only said a short amount. Essentially, I was pissed more so than I'd been in a very long time. Perhaps even in my life.

"Surely it can't be that bad Angel. You're probably overreacting." Her anger amuses me and quells some of my anger. Rarely do I see this side of her, it's so inviting, so delicious that I find myself becoming aroused. She looks up at me, the fire in her eyes turned to me and I notice that the fire's directed at me. She's thinking about how to word whatever she has to say. No matter how upset she is, Evangaline does not like speaking wrong to me; she knows the consequences. I smirk at her and receive a blast of air from her nose in response, like a wild animal. Her heavy breathing is intense and her anger is hanging in the air.

I smile at him then, even as I was seething. "I think Tom if you read this, you would not think that I was overreacting." I wrench myself from his grip and walk to the door. Stopping just inside the frame, "And if you ever tell me I'm overreacting about anything that involves our son, you'll find yourself dealing with a very different type of Evangaline, one that perhaps even you couldn't handle. Don't you ever tell me not to overreact when it comes to Tommy. If anyone messes with my son, whether associated with you or not, will face a fury and vengeance that not even you could conquer. Now I shall go to bed like a good little girl," I say sneering, my anger still evident, "And wait for you. So when you do decide to join us," I say emphasizing the 'us' "Bring some books so that I may read to my son." I turn and storm down the hall and my body relaxes at the sight of my son asleep upon the bed. His hand curled around the blanket as though he were holding a stuffed animal. Briefly I wonder if I should get one of the elves to bring his stuffed animals but I think better of it when I realize he'd probably be embarrassed that I had-especially in front of his father. His father. How dare he say I was overreacting. I move to get into the bed, allowing the blankets and warming charm heat my body. I'm not overreacting, I care about my son and there should be no reason for him to say I had overreacted. I sigh with frustration. Turning my head to the side I see the only picture of Tom I have up in the house looking a back at me on my bedside table. Reaching over with my right hand I pick it up and stare into his depths. The photo smiles at me in the picture, putting it's arms around me and kissing me long and hard and then turns as the camera is noticed, a frown plastered upon its face. I smile at the picture, even in my anger this picture only reminds me of how much I love Tom. How much care for every unfeeling, cold hearted inch of him, I sigh again. Perhaps I shouldn't have gotten so mad at Tom; it's not like he'd really understand.

"Why do you still have that picture?" I hate that blast thing. Probably the only documentation that I've ever smiled, well one of happiness; but that was a long time ago, she should've burned that.

I frown at him. "I have it because it's the only picture I have you smiling at me. And because I happen to like it." He just stares at me and then crosses the room, setting a stack of books on his bedside table, the letter I notice with a frown, is on top of them. Raising my eyes I see him looking at me, a quizzical look upon his face.

I bend down pulling the covers back and get into the bed. "Did you put a warming charm on him?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Just extremely warm underneath here, it would've been bad if it weren't from a charm." Is all I say as I look at her, she looks back at me and then sighs and puts the picture back on her bedside table, next to one that is of her son when he was smaller.

"Tom?"

Her voice rousing me from my thoughts, "What?"

"I-I'm sorry losing it in Tommy's room. I realize that you don't understand. It was unfair of me to say those things to you just because you misunderstand." I stare at him and then look down at Tommy, who'd stirred a bit in his sleep. Returning my gaze to Tom he's just looking at me, a blank face. "I mean, and don't get mad at me okay?" He doesn't acknowledge I've spoken, only looks at me. "I just mean that since you never had anyone to-to you know be your parent you just don't… know." I finish lamely. The look on his face is hard and I gulp. Feeling horrible that I've once again, brought up his parentless past. I hasten to attempt to make up for what I've said. "But-but I think that in the past few days you've shown that you can be a good parent. It's-well it is nice what you did for him this morning with his… friends." My voice small and meek and the look upon his face doesn't soften so I just look down at Tommy and run my fingers through his soft hair. I look up when I hear a thump Tom's head had hit the wood behind it. "Tom?" I inquire softly.

"You know it displeases me when you bring that up." My eyes closed I can hear the steady breathing of the boy to my right and the soft hitch in her breath. I smirk. "But none the less, you were speaking in a mother's anger. I shall allow it to pass. This time." Coughing starts up and the boy is in a fit, his body heaving with the force of his coughs, Evangaline holding him and whispering in a soothing manner to him. Slowly his coughs die down and his body is moving up and down in a fast pace due to his labored breathing.

"Mum?"

"Yes baby?" I say, rubbing circles upon his back and combing my fingers through his hair.

"Can you make it better, it hurts." My whole body is in pain. Serves me right for running out there like I did.

His raspy voice cuts through the air and I look over at Evangaline, she's in a fit at her sick son. I get up and walk out of the room. I hear her call out to me but I don't stop. Reaching the living room I look down and see that his friends are now crawling about in front of the fire, clearly better than before. Rolling up my sleeve I press my wand to my arm and call Severus. Within minutes I hear a pop outside and a sharp rap rap rap upon the door. I hear one of the elves answer the door and allow him in, instructing Severus to my waiting form here in the living room.

"My lord."

Turning he is down on one knee. "Rise. I have not called you here on a deatheaters mission. Take of your robes."

"Yes my lord."

"Give me your hand." He does and I smirk. I reach out and clasp my hand around his. "Do you, Severus Snape, swear to keep this secret a secret until death takes you into the veil?"

"Yes."

"Do you vow to me Severus Snape, that which happens within this home will not pass through your lips or through legillmacy into another's consciousness?"

"Yes."

The magic swirling around us stops. "Very good Severus, very good. This is the home of Evangaline Brawn. Do you recognize it?"

"No my lord."

"Good. You are to never repeat it's location or it's occupants am I clear?"

"Yes my lord."

"Very good. Have you brought potions with you?"

"Yes my lord."

"Good. Come." I say and step around him and walk out of the room. I can hear him following me as I ascend up the steps and down the hallway. Stopping in the doorway I look in. "Evangaline, move the boy to the side of the bed."

"But Tom he-"

"Now!" She does and I smirk. We enter Severus behind me.

"What is he doing here Tom?"

"He is going to help him get better. You wish for your son to get well do you not?" She nods and backs down, sitting on the bed next to her son, holding his shoulders firmly as he leans on her for support. "Take a look at him and do what you can for him."

"Yes my-"

"Just do it." I say pointedly and shuts up moving across the floor to Evangaline and the boy. "When you've finished, I'll be in the living room." I turn and walk out of the room, leaving the potions master to work his magic, the boy coughing in yet another disgusting fit, and Evangaline hovering intently around him.
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Yes Tom	By : Sevy14 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Yes Tom