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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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Chapter Twenty-one: Draco and Harry, Harry and Oliver

When Tommy woke, he was thrilled to see Oliver, but had no idea that anything different had occurred. He ate his breakfast, let Harry dress him, and played with his toys in the parlor. Ron and Hermione came over for lunch, and the four grown-ups entertained him in various ways.

Harry didn't tell his friends about the morning event, since it seemed to have been a temporary thing that was not going to repeat while they were there, so it wasn't worth getting any hopes up only to have them disappointed. After the couple left, Harry and Oliver sat together and talked while Tommy napped and then they took him for visit with George and Hannah.

Little Frederick was getting bigger, but Tommy was still very jealous, so while Oliver held the tiny boy, Tommy curled up on Harry's lap with his thumb securely in his mouth. They were discussing a book George had found in a London Muggle store about Victorian era witches and speculating about the description of their potion making and ingredients. George had just explained some of the things the book said, “I think the idea of them mixing frog parts and swamp scum is based on a muggle seeing something that he shouldn't have, but there were other ingredients that just didn't make sense. Muggles used some strange medicines in those days. There was one mixture that was created from poppies, it was addictive and didn't have any real curative effect on the patient. Just produced an euphoric effect.”

Tommy stiffened for a second and Harry was worried what was about to happen. “It was Laudanum. What a stupid thing for anyone to suggest putting into a potion.” The room went silent and Harry was about to speak when George laughed.

“Right. I forgot that you have that amazing knowledge of potion ingredients. Thank you, Tommy. Laudanum. Alcohol mixed with opium. Stupid muggles.”

Tommy relaxed and mumbled, “stupid muggles.” and the incident was forgotten. When they left, Tommy pulled Oliver out the door, but George stopped Harry at the base of the stairs.

“Is he all right?”

“Yeah, he's fine. He's having some lapses, dips into his past, I think. I'm hopeful that it means he'll come back to himself.” Harry lied and George nodded. “Don't worry, I'll keep him away if it gets bad. He can come here as Tommy, but if Draco takes over and he forgets who he was while with us, I won't subject Frederick to that. Or Draco to Frederick and what that might mean to him.”

Tommy wanted ice cream, so Oliver stopped in the shop and bought him a hot fudge and peanut butter sundae. Tommy was a mess by the time he finished it, and they had to spell him clean in order to do the rest of their shopping. Kreacher managed the food, but Harry wanted something special and the elf always forgot those things when they were added to his list of purchases. So, they stopped at McMurphy's Farm Fresh Produce and bought a few things.

“Harry, what is bok choy?” Tommy asked so Harry picked up the cabbage and sniffed it.

“It's Chinese, but not bad. My Aunt Petunia used it to try to make Kimchi. She ruined it, of course. Do you want to try it?”

“No. I like the way the words sound. Can you make Ki-chi?”

“I don't know. Maybe Kreacher can.”

“Oh. Do you know how to cook, Harry?”

“I can make breakfast. I used to cook a lot of the time, when I was younger.”

Oliver became interested in the conversation at this point. “So, you cooked for your family?”

“Yes. It wasn't by choice, either.” Harry hated admitting to things about the Dursleys, but when directly asked, he was still pants at lying.

“They forced you to make them food? How old were you?” Oliver was slamming items into a basket in a seemingly random fashion as he listened to Harry speak.

“As long as I can remember. Aunt Petunia used to bang on the cupboard door in the morning and I would go to the kitchen and start the coffee. Oh, yeah. That's what it started as. I was supposed to make coffee, Uncle Vernon drinks a lot of it. Never wants tea.”

“So, at say six, you were in charge of making hot, scalding coffee?” Oliver grabbed some cilantro and a bunch of radishes.

“Yeah, I guess six sounds right. I got better at it and they had me make the sausages and eggs, next. Gradually, I was able to manage an entire meal. Sausage and mash, eggs, bacon, toast and tea, for Aunt Petunia, orange juice for Dudley, and coffee for Vernon. I could even manage a passable lunch by the time I started at Hogwarts. Mostly, sandwiches and soup, though. I don't hate cooking, I just only do it when I want to.”

“So, you'd hate it if it was required of you, again?” Oliver stood with a glare that Harry was concerned about, but Tommy spoke up and interrupted their staring contest.

“I like soup.”

“Of course you do. And Kimchi is like soup. So, let's see if I can figure it out, okay?”

“Harry?” Tommy picked up the basket that Harry had set on the floor and started toward the counter. “Why don't I call you Papa?”

“Oh? Um, did you want to?”

Tommy stopped and turned, looking at Harry for a long time with a strange expression before shrugging and continuing on his way to McMurphy in his lounge chair waiting for customers to pay for their goods. Harry was certain the man was no farmer, and that those who grew these ingredients worked far harder, for less money.

Harry had searched out a cookbook in Flourish and Blotts that included a recipe for Chinese beef noodle soup, and he was currently chopping and stirring, while Tommy played with his toys. At some point, the baby had brought Griffy into the kitchen and was sitting at the table watching him. Harry turned to see that strange expression on Tommy's face, and nearly dropped his spoon. “What's up?” he asked.

Tommy considered this for a bit, then smiled and perked up. “Griffy thinks cooking is like making potions, Papa.” Tommy seemed to add the last to see how it sounded. Harry smiled and nodded.

“Yes, except I'm not good with potions.”

“If you can cook why can't you make potions?” Tommy asked.

“Cause when you cook, the food only does things that make sense. The bok choy doesn't turn bright purple if you stir it the wrong direction. The noodles get soft if they're cooked just long enough, and nothing explodes.”

“Potions go Bang!” Tommy cried and Harry laughed. “But, cooking means ingredients, chopping, mixing, stirring. It's the same.”

Harry stared for a second, but his soup started to bubble over and he had to pay attention to it again.

Tommy walked into the library, where Oliver was reading an impressive looking book. “What that?” the boy asked.

“Oh, Tommy. It's an old book about runes. I've gotten hooked on the subject. It's fascinating. Did you know there's a rune called, Raido, that, when combined with this one, Thurisaz, can manifest in an out of body travel that will bring inspiration and enlightenment. Sounds like old Trelawney. And Hagalz . . . “

“Interrupts the journey. It must be kept clear of the room until the traveler is ready to return, or can be brought up in the mind to initiate reawakening.” Tommy stared into space when Oliver looked his way, and the man closed the book and stood in front of him.

“Tommy?”

“Who?”

“Draco?”

“Oliver? You are the one who's impersonating me?”

“It is you. Let me get Harry?”

“No. Tell me. What's happening to me?”

“The old rune is breaking down. We keep the new one in your clothes. You took them off the last time. I think that's why you reverted. How do you feel?”

“Like shit. I've got a headache and I'm . . . excuse me.” Draco turned and rushed out, down the hall and into the bathroom. When he didn't come out, Oliver went to get Harry, who opened the door and found Tommy curled up on the floor by the bathtub, his diaper off and his thumb in his mouth.

“Draco?” no response. “Tommy?”

“Papa, I'm scared.”

“It's okay, Tommy. Come on.” Harry cast the accommodation spell and lifted the boy into his arms, taking him to the alcove of the nursery and changing him. While he did so, Tommy stared at him with that same odd expression and Harry tried not to look at it.

Incidents like this continued for the next few days, never in front of Ron or Hermione, but off and on lasting only seconds to minutes. Oliver had to return to his other life and Harry settled on the couch with his ward after he left. “Ollie is going to be that other man now, right?” Tommy asked and Harry nodded. “He likes that, doesn't he?”

“He doesn't like leaving us. He needs the time as Malfoy to overcome the traumas he had during the war.”

“Malfoy didn't have trauma?”

“Yes, he did. It's a coping mechanism. I told you about those. This one is Oliver's.”

“The people want their Malfoy back, though?” Tommy asked and Harry nodded. “Malfoy wants to come back?”

“I don't know.”

“He's scared, Harry.”

“I thought you wanted to call me Papa?”

“I never said that. Really, Potter.”

“Yes, you did. Wait, Malfoy?” Harry expected to be bereft of the weight on his lap, but Draco stayed there for the duration of this incident. “Okay, so you didn't say that, but you did start calling me Papa.”

“Not the same thing, and I'm not going to do it now.”

“So, he's scared, huh? I guess that makes sense.”

“What if he comes back, and can't stay back?”

“His parents love him, but they had a difficult time dealing with his changes.”

“His hair and eyes?”

“Maybe. But, I think they were most upset because he was put through something so awful that they couldn't help him with.”

“But, if his hair was right? If he had blond hair, again?”

“It would be better, I guess. Is it that important?”

“Don't be daft, Potter.”

“There might be a potion that can fix it. Hermione has started changing her hair color, but she only does it for short periods of time, and just slight differences. I could ask her.”

“Granger?”

“Granger-Weasley. They got married.”

Draco stiffened at some memory then curled up tighter and stuffed his thumb into his mouth and wouldn't speak again. Harry sighed and hugged him tighter, carrying him to bed when his even breathing said he had fallen asleep.
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