The Dark Lord's Consort

Three

After the incident of Harry seeing Tom getting injured, the two were inseparable. Harry mainly because he was terrified of losing Tom. Even though him and Tom hadn't been together for very long, their relationship had blossomed.

Tom was keeping a close eye on Harry. He didn't have any idea how Harry could have seen the attack, so he was worried that it may be triggered by something.

"Tom?" Harry asked hoarsely from their shared bed. He had laid down wearing one of Tom's large shirts and some underwear.

Tom turned from the desk that was sitting in their shared bedroom. It was still dark out, but it was 4 am. Tom stood and walked to the bed, laying next to Harry.

"Yes my love?" Tom asked softly. Harry smiled at the pet name. His emerald eyes smiled softly and he shuffled closer to the brown haired man. Tom wrapped an arm around Harry tightly and allowed for Harry to lay his head on his collarbone.

"I love you." Ever since they first said I love you, Harry had been saying it non stop. Tom, who was a bit uncomfortable saying it, said it a few times. Tom kissed Harry's head softly.

"I love you too."

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"He has formulated an unknown power which allows him to see what he cannot with his mortal eyes." Yaxley said as he sat seats away from Tom. Tom had a finger stroking over Nagini's scales, his brown hair flipping in his eyes every few minutes.

"Yaxley, how do you know that my beloved has seen more than my injuries?" Tom asked as he leaned forward in his seat. Yaxley tensed at Tom's words and straightened his back.

"A few days ago, he came into the drawing room me and the Lestrange brothers were in. He was hysterical, crying about how he saw one of our Death Eaters being held prisoner, tortured for information. He said that the Death Eater did not relay any information and that he died at the hands of his torturers. Mere hours later, a Death Eater by the name of Nicholas Jamison was found dead, his body thrown out behind the Leaky Cauldron in London." Yaxley relayed. Tom relaxed, leaning back to slouch on his seat. His pale fingers entwined with each other as he thought over this information.

"My lord." Severus started. He sat straighter and looked at Tom. "Harry only sees these things as he slumbers. Normally when you are not there. We believe that he may be a seer. What type is unknown and will have to have more research done to further figure it out, but he has all the qualities of a seer. Lost his parents, traumatic childhood, the overwhelming longing for a family to call his own, trusting a select few. All the tell tale signs of a seer."

Tom threaded his fingers together and looked in the direction of the staircase that led to him and Harry's room. Harry was laying down, taking a well deserved nap from his eventful week.

"Find out more. Report back once you have an answer."

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Harry looked up when a tap was heard from the balcony doors. Hedwig sat on the small perch that Tom had set up. Harry set his book down and opened the balcony doors.

Hedwig pushed her talon forward, indicating for him to take the parchment tied onto her leg by a black ribbon.

Harry smiled and immediately untied it, letting Hedwig fly towards the treats set out in a bowl.

He opened the letter and smiled when the fresh scent of lavender and citrus flooded his nostrils. Hermione always had a distinct scent to her.

Dear Harry,

Dumbledore has declared to the world through the Ministry of Magic that Tom has kidnapped you and is using you to get resources from the Wizarding World. Many believe him.

He is also claiming that because of your absence since you and Tom had gotten together proved that you are being held against your will. He has started questioning us and we request a place to stay from harm.

In other news, Ron and Neville have been spending more time together and I suspect that Ron will start courting him. Of course, as you know, me and Ron did not make it as a couple. But it is alright. Neville and Ron will make a good couple.

Can you please ask Tom if we may stay. We fear for our safety.

With love, Hermione.

Harry closed the letter and walked from the bedroom towards Tom's study. He walked past many Death Eaters, all of which looked at him on his choice of dress. He was wearing a robe like dress in a rich green color that Tom had chosen. It was a consort dress and it showed that Harry was the Riddle consort.

Harry knocked on the door to Tom's study.

"Enter." Tom said lowly. Harry smiled and turned the doorknob and entered the black and white study.

Tom was sitting in his desk chair with Lucius and Severus leaning over the back of the chair, looking over some plans.

Tom looked up and smiled softly at Harry wearing the consort robe. He entwined his fingers together and smirked.

"I see you are wearing the robe." He said softly before standing. He walked from the desk over to Harry and embraced him tightly.

He motioned for Lucius and Severus to leave the room. They quickly bowed and left.

Harry lifted the letter to Tom's eye level. The older man took the letter and read it for a few minutes. He walked back to his chair and sat down, Harry following and sitting on his lap, toying with the brown locks.

"Dumbledore is advancing. He has gotten ahold of the ones you hold most dear and is forcing them to go into hiding." Tom said as he folded the letter and tossed it onto his desk.

"What does it mean?" Harry asked quietly as he grabbed Tom's hand, pressing gentle kisses to his pale, long fingers adorned with 3 rings.

"He is making a move that I know well. He intends for your friends to beg for shelter with us, so that he may claim they have been kidnapped." Tom said softly as he let Harry play with his fingers.

"So what do we do?" Harry whispered as Tom wrapped an arm around his waist, laying a hand on his hip.

"We have no choice. Dumbledore is obviously advancing to harrassment and he will stop at nothing to achieve what he wants. Write her back, tell her that all of your supporters in the small number may come and stay."