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Yes Tom
By : Sevy14
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female
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Shocked would be an understatement to how I was feeling. To me, the thought of Tom Riddle having a wife and child was-was just not possible, yet I saw them with my own two eyes. I felt the child with my hands, inspected him with his magic, he is not, just like his mother, an apparition, but real, living beings. He is looking at me, even though he's made it clear we're to be moving "…Onto more pressing matters." I dare not say a word though, my mind still racing with this information.

"Severus, I trust that you can quell the running thoughts in your cranium to speak with me more on your projects."

Mentally shaking myself back into reality, or well, focus, I nod at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Have you been making any progress?"

"No, my Lord." I say, looking down, waiting for the inevitable curse that shall be inflicted upon me. After a minute though, nothing comes and chance a look up. Only he is not looking at me, rather, behind me. My insides tell me turn around, see what's behind me, to protect myself, but my brain tells me not to and I don't. Even though every muscle is tensing, ready to fend off a foe.

"I was under the impression that you were to remain in bed, upstairs and out of the way."

His voice laced with sternness, I couldn't discern the look upon his face. Was it care? Concern? Anger? Startling me, I curse my tensed nerves at their jumpiness, a small voice cuts through the air.

"Well I-I can't find my friends." I knew I shouldn't have just come in here, especially without knocking. Mum is going to be very upset with me, this wasn't respectful either. I look at him, my father, and-and the strange man that was poking me with his wand. Who is he?

"That fact aside, it does not answer the question as to why you are not in upstairs, in bed like you're supposed to be. I don't-" And just as before, the boy erupts into a fit of coughing. In the door way, he clutches at the frame with one and until he bends over air hurdling out of his lungs. I can't help but stand at this development and immediately curse myself for my weakness for Severus is quick and will have noticed that I was jumping up with concern for the boy. Still coughing I look from him to Severus before I relent. "Severus, this conversation shall be continued at a later time, apparently, the boys mother has deemed herself above taking care of him. Just as he has decided he knows better than you." Severus nods, stands, and turns. The second his back is to me I order him to stop and he does. "Stupefy." Down Severus goes and I walk around the desk, bending over I enter his dark mind, faintly acknowledging the still coughing of the boy a few feet away. Going through his mind I take away the knowledge of Evangaline, of the boy, and-I decide to leave the information about his mother from before, apparently my obliverate did not work. I make a note to practice them on someone later. Satisfied that I'd cleared out his mind, I put a lock on the location memory of this home so that he can only come here when I summon him to it, I pull out. Releasing Severus from his blacked out station he blinks his eyes, narrowing them for a minute, and then focus' and stands.

"If that is all my Lord?" What did he do to me?

"You may go." He nods, bows, and leaves down the hallway. I look over at the doorframe to see the boy now crouching on the floor coughing. I sigh, walk over, bending down I grab his shoulders and stand him, straightening out his diaphragm so that his lungs may breathe correctly. Unsure as what to do, I just stand there, holding his shoulders, I look over at the clock and realize that it has been five minutes and his cough is just now subsiding. He looks up, apparently weary from fighting to catch his breath and then he puts his head back down and leans on my body. The warmth from his tiny person warming my leg as his rugged breathing is wheezy and seemingly uncertain. "I believe this is why you were instructed to stay in bed." I say to him, surprisingly though, my voice is quiet, reassuring, calm, and…Tender. Tender… I do not believe I'd ever used a tender tone, except perhaps with my pets.

"Is-is he alright?" I could not believe he'd wandered from the bed. I must look horrible to Tom, he'll surely punish me for this-this lack of care for our son. My poor, poor baby, he looks so ill, so tired, so…safe leaning against his father and very small. I hadn't realized he was so tiny.

I glare at her for a minute, before I see the intense worry for the boy in their depths. "He had a coughing fit, but yes, as of now, he is alright." With her though, my tone is somewhat rough and she reacts to it. Straightening up, but folding in, her hands go up to her elbows and she rubs her arms as if to sooth herself, to give herself comfort. "Perhaps, you should take the- take him upstairs." After I'd spoken I realize that I hadn't called him the boy vocally, what did that mean? What do these feelings mean-these questions, what do they mean?

Yes, I quite agree. "Perhaps Tom," He looks down at me from his great height with narrowing eyes, I hate that I cannot read them, "perhaps you could carry him up to the room, he is getting quite heavy these days." I say to him, looking up, hopefully. I don't doubt that he catches my meaning.

I just look at her. The boy leaning on me for strength still, she looks away under my gaze. "Perhaps…" Was my only response and she looks back at me, her eyes a lit with a small flame of gratitude. He makes a gurgling noise and then attempts to clear his throat before he begins to cough again. As before, I hold him up straight, allowing his diaphragm to breathe as the coughing rocks his body. Looking on, Evangaline just watches, her hands clasped together covering her mouth in worry. Would Merope have worried for me in this way? Briefly the question flashes through my mind and shake it off, it doesn't matter. She was a whore, a commoner, nothing, she's dead. It doesn't matter. She doesn't matter. His coughing ceases with a heavy exhale and I look down at him. He's breathing heavy, and I feel it, just there, a small tightening in my chest. I frown.

"Tom, are you okay?" Why is he frowning? Did he notice something on Tommy? I don't see anything.

"Fine." I respond. I look to her, she's a ball of worry, a fit is to be had for sure over her boy. His weight upon my leg increases and I look down to see that he is completely leaning on me, all of his weight being held up my legs. Sighing at how my day is turning out, I push him away, hearing a small gasp from Evangaline, and kneel down. Wrapping my arm underneath his buttocks I rise up, the boy rising with me. I feel his head gravitate to my shoulder. Looking over at Evangaline the sweetness on her face makes me feel, ill and some other unidentified emotion. I move to walk past her, pausing just before her, "I think it's time that you retire upstairs don't you Evangaline?" Her eyes widen for a moment, and then she takes a deep breath,

"Yes, yes, I think you're right dear." The tenderness that Tom is exhibiting is so touching that I dare not say anything to him about it, for fear that he immediately ceases. My heart swelled after I realized that he wasn't pushing Tommy away, but merely creating room to pick him up. I hurry forward in front of him though, up the stairs and into our room. Turning, Tom is right behind me. I stand aside as he lays Tommy back down in the bed. Pausing, he looks at my boy before he pulls the covers back over him.

"Now, stay in bed." He nods and turns over, curling up in a ball. "Evangaline, I shall be in his room, it would bode well if you were to meet me in there." I hear her sigh a bit, and I pause as I reach the door, turning a bit I look at her and she looks down but then nods. I continue out the door, smirking to myself at her reaction.
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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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