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Yes Tom
By : Sevy14
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female
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While it bothered me some that I wasn't able to spend time with mum because of him, I was happy that she was with him. I could tell that she was happier now that he was home. So while it hurt that it appeared as though she didn't want to be with me after I'd just gotten home, it didn't matter when I could see the looks that she would give him when she thought I wasn't looking. And while he was obviously a strict man, he had gotten me out of school and from what I can tell probably convinced mum to do something to the house. He couldn't be that bad right. Mum said he wasn't. I hope he isn't. I know that I always said I wanted him to come back but I really don't want a horrible father now that he's back, that would suck, it would be worse because not only would I have a horrible dad, but mum would want to be with him more than me. Running my hands along the edges of the books in the living room my hand feels a texture that is strange, a new book. I have all of our books memorized, the feel, their words, everything, I love to read and mum has supported that. Pulling the book off the shelf I see that it isn't anything more than a journal, deep maroon, no writing on the front. The lack of words written on it tells me that it's my mum's, obviously, and it might be her journal or something to that affect, although I've never seen her write in it. "I probably shouldn't be looking at this."

"Then why are you contemplating doing so?"

His voice startled me. Whipping around I come face to face with him, my father. "I-Hello sir." I didn't know what to say, I felt awkward.

"What are you doing?"

"Um... Looking for new books. Where's mum?"

"She's taking a nap."

"Oh, ok..." It wasn't that I didn't want to be in his presence, it was just weird without mum. She was our only common denominator and I didn't know how to interact with a man, she sheltered me from anyone growing up.

"So are you going to open it?"

"I-No..."

"But you want to."

"Yes." Why was I being honest with him? Just because he was my father, because mum told me his "rules," why? "I should go start on my homework. The sooner I get it done the more enjoyable my break will be."

"Mmm..."

And he just looked at me, his arms crossed, leaning against the door fram, in only socks and pants, that was awkward to, why couldn't he have put on a shirt? I go to put the book back and he stops me. "D-did you want to look at it?"

"No. But you did. I'm sure that if it's out here, amongst all these other books that you've read, you've read them right?"

"I've read many of them. Mum has a lot of books." At that he began to laugh, or perhaps it should be more described as a chuckle. I didn't know why and it was unnerving, it sounded like he didn't laugh much.

"These aren't your mothers books."

He said amusedly. "Well their in mums house, why wouldn't they be her books? She lives here." He just smiled and began to walk forward, taking the small journal from my hand and turning it over in his. I couldn't help but notice that we look very much alike, I have his hands, long, but not too boney. I think I'll grow to be as tall as him too, maybe not as broad, mum didn't have broad shoulders, and we definately have close to the same face, his striking features have been dulled down a bit with the mixture of mum's but it's the eyes, we have the same eyes. I shivered slightly, thinking that although we have the same eyes, I hoped that mine didn't express cold and something... There was something behind them but I couldn't tell what it was.

"So it is her house, BUT... They are my books."

He said this before handing the book back. From the brief second that our fingers touched I felt him, for the first time, they weren't calloused as I'd always imagined them being. And for the first time, I realized that I didn't know why I'd thought that about him.

"Open it. Take a look. Can't hurt you can it?"

"I-I don't think I will. Mum would be upset if I violated her privacy."

"Hmm... I'm going to check on your mother, do not disturb us."

"I won't." He waited and I didn't know why. So I just stood there and looked at him, looking at me. "Sir." He had a small smile, the same type of smile that Khristo would have, a smug one.

"Very good. Oh and Tom?"

"Yes?"

"You and I shall need to sit down and have a talk one of these days. Perhaps when I get my study in working order."

"We don't have a study."

"..."

He just raised his eyebrows at me, I looked at him. We didn't. I don't know he was looking at me like that. "Ok... Well, can you tell mum that I'd like to maybe do a puzzle with her later or something?" Stopping, he turned, and looked at me. "Please?"

"I shall mention it."

"I-sir I didn't mean to say that you as though you weren't invited. I-it's just as that mum and I always do puzzle's together, but you-you are welcome to do one with us. If-if you'd like."

"Yes well, I shall mention it."

I felt at that time as though I'd said or done something wrong, just from the way he looked at me and his tone. But he was gone and I was left to my own devices again and the pull of the strange new book was calling to me. Turning it over there was nothing on the back of it either. So I opened it. The first page was blank, as was the second, but the third had some writing on it, it was my mothers. It just said, A Mothers Thoughts, turning the page I saw her writing, a poem. I shut the book. It was obviously her journal or something and it felt wrong invading her privacy, but I wanted so bad to read it. Deciding that I'd already opened it, I began to read. The poem was called Promises.

"Promises

It breaks my heart to hear him cry.

The sound of his hallowed cries-echoing…

I can shut the door but still his cries they penetrate,

There is nothing I can do.

How do I appease that which cannot be?

I cannot…

So he cries and he cries what else is there for me to do?

The kids tease him.

The teacher's disapprove;

A son without a father: such a disgrace.

But my son is no bastard. No.

My son may be fatherless but he has more than others.

He is loved, unconditionally, and he knows this.

My son may be fatherless but he has a father-

He is just not here at the moment…

But he'll return. He promised. And I am not deluded.

He will return.

I know he will, he has to.

For me. For him. For us. For his son:

He has to.

But my babies tears sing a sad song

All through the night, into the morning he sings.

Wailing his heart out, and I, the good mother,

Sit there holding him,

Wiping his tears,

The dripping snot,

Hugging his shakes away…

Because I am his mother and I too, want his father home.

But more than that,

More than my love returning,

I want my baby to stop his tears,

To stop drowning in the sadness and live-

Be happy, enjoy childhood and not let his fatherless situation

Ruin it for him.

Let his absence eat away at me, not him.

Let me take the brunt,

Not him. I just want him to be ok.

He wants his father. A father.

But I cannot give him that.

I am his mother. Just his mother and I,

Am not in control of the world.

I am not in control of fate or his father.

His father has the control… Always.

He vowed he would return and he shall.

Not for me.

Not for us.

Not for our son.

He'll return for himself, but he'll return and

That is what matters to us, his return.

I keep faith,

Because I know,

that Tom Riddle always keeps his promises."

My mother obviously wrote this awhile ago, but it was true. Every word. And it was touching, it was a side of mum that I didn't see. I didn't know. It made me wonder if I even knew my mum, but I shook that thought from my head. Of course I did. Putting the book back, I looked down, my eye catching the attention of a book. One of medium thickness, and a dark maroon color. Pulling it from it's place, the title just said Memories of My Past. Sitting down in the big plush baige chair that was next to the fireplace I open it up, only to be greeted by the face of my mother, or rather her profile. The wind is blowing her hair around, and she turns, and then smiles-she looks beautiful. I wonder why I haven't seen this picture before, surely she must have it up somewhere, she should. My mum was beautiful. I turn the pages, gaze at the pictures, my mum's in many of them, always smiling, happy, she looks so young. I've never seen her looking so beautiful, I wish she'd be this happy with me. I turn another page and it's blank. The page after that is to, and the one after as well. After turning four more times a picture of my mum is there, alone, centered on the page. She's standing, looking out over the hill of what I can only assume is Hogwarts. She's staring at something off in the distance, leaning in I look closer to see that there is a person in the backround. They're far away and they must be the one that mum is looking at. Who-

"That was taken in my last year at Hogwarts. It's your mothers favorite picture."

I hadn't heard him come in. I didn't hear him walk over the wooden boards to stand at my side. He was very quiet. "Oh..." How do you respond to that I wondered.

"That was a long time ago though."

He takes the book from me and closes it, setting it on the table as he moves around it to sit in the chair opposite, he looks at me. I look at him. Perhaps this will be our little game. It seems that he and I are always looking at one another. After about a minute I begin to fidget, his heavy gaze makes me uncomfortable, I don't know him. I just know who he is in relation to me.

"You are scared of me?"

Was that a question? "No... I just-I just don't know you. This is weird."

"I see..."

I just sat and looked at him and he looked at me. "Are you mad? At me?"

"No."

"Oh..." I didn't know what to say after that. What to do. "I'm-I'm going to go-"

"Sit. We're going to talk."

"I-yes sir." He startled me. I hadn't expected him to reply, I don't know why. So I sat back down and stared at him.

"Do you have a problem with me?"

"No. Not really."

"Not really? You should elaborate."

"I-Well you were gone my entire life. You left mum and me. She didn't really talk about you a whole bunch when I was younger. She would just say that you were working and that you'd be home soon. A few years ago that changed, she explained about death, I already knew though, I read. Well it's a little irritating that you just show up and expect everything to be perfect for you all the time. That we, I have to adhere to your rules all the time. Be perfect. Your rules. What's up with that? If you didn't know, I'm smart, I have my own brain and I don't like people putting thoughts into my head. And just so you know, mum is going to kill me for speaking to you like this, but it's just how I feel. It's irritating and since you've been back mum's different. I feel like you just took her away from me. She's my only friend pretty much and she's everything to me. I just feel like I'm going to lose my mum just because you came back. That's really my main issue I guess. I just don't want to lose her. And you always seem angry. But I just don't want to lose my mum."

"I see."

He just sat there and stared at me. The entire time I talked, and I got nervous so I kept talking. I think he's mad. "Did I make you mad again?"

"You have yet to upset me. I suppose your feelings are natural. I wouldn't know. I'll keep your feelings in mind."

"Oh, thank you." I think. "Where's mum?"

"Sleeping still. I think the excitment of my return and your arrival home from school did her in. Perhaps you and I can do something, I'm curious to learn more about you."

"I-ok." I didn't know how to take that. But hey, at least he was interested in me and not just mum. "Um you went to school right? A magical one?"

"Yes, Hogwarts."

"Oh..." I had always wanted to go there. Mum said no though. "Well um-um can I ask you something?"

"You just did. But yes."

"There's this boy, at school and-"

"Khristo."

"Yes. How did you know about him?"

"I read the letter you and your teacher sent. You shouldn't be getting in trouble at school."

"I know. I try not to. But I always seem to get in trouble. Don't tell mum, because she spends a lot of money sending me there, but I don't want to go there, I would rather be here at home. Mum is more than capable to teach me. I don't know why doesn't. I think I'd learn more."I was nervous again and I was swinging my feet.

"I'm sure she has her reasons. Learning to adjust to others and interact with them is important, perhaps that is why."

"I don't know. I still think I'd learn more if mum taught me." I'm sure I sounded petulant.

"Yes I'm sure. What is it you'd like to do while we wait for your mother to become engergized enough to rejoin us."

"I-I don't know. You could start a puzzle with me."

"I could."

"Ok... We could-"

"If that is something you enjoy, puzzling, then I shall attempt to do one with you."

"Ok, well you have to set up the table, since I can't do magic here and mum usually does, it's in the closet. I'll go find a cool one." My thought as I went to get a puzzle from our game room was that maybe he wasn't too bad, just nervous or-or apprehensive. Either way, this will be interesting.
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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