HARRY'S POV:
I woke up cocooned in warmth, feeling strangely older today. Extricating myself from the sheets, I made my way to the bathroom and locked the door behind me, relishing the privacy. The warm water of the shower relaxed me, washing away residual tension from years past. After a thorough clean, I wrapped a towel around my waist and ventured into my new walk-in closet.
Choosing an emerald green silk button-up top and black slacks with a subtle grey snake design, I completed the outfit with black dragon hide boots. Feeling more put together, I headed to the desk where I summoned a book and settled in to read. The story captivated me—a tale of teenagers with powers akin to Greek gods. Hades and Nico intrigued me the most, their complexities resonating deeply.
Lost in my reading, I was lifted out of my chair by familiar hands. Looking up, I met Tom's crimson eyes. "Hi Tom," I whispered, feeling a mix of comfort and uncertainty.
"Hello, Hadrian. Feeling older today, hmm? It's time for lunch; you skipped breakfast," Tom remarked in his calm, reassuring tone.
"Okay, Tom," I whispered back, taking his hand and pulling him towards the dining hall. I intended to join Narcissa, but Tom caught me around the waist and settled me onto his lap instead.
Blushing furiously, I stammered, "W-why do I have to sit here, Tom?"
"Because, dear Hadrian, this is your seat now that I feed you," Tom replied lightly, his words carrying a hint of authority that intrigued and intimidated me.
"But I'm a big boy," I protested, slipping a bit in my uncertainty.
"Now, now, Hadrian, no shouting," Tom admonished gently, his tone shifting subtly. "If you shout, I'll have to punish you for being a bad boy, and we don't want that, do we?"
"No, Daddy," I responded automatically, not fully grasping the new name or the weight behind it. I focused on the food before us, oblivious to how I had slipped in my speech.
"Can I have a ham and cheese sandwich, please?" I requested, eager to distract myself from the sudden shift in dynamics.
"Of course, darling. Here you go," Tom said, lifting the sandwich to my mouth and feeding me small bites before attending to his own meal. This routine continued until an unfamiliar sensation dampened my underwear.
Confused and embarrassed, I fell silent, whimpering softly. Tom quickly realized what had happened, sweeping me up into his arms and carrying me back to our room.
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Tom's little serpent
FanfictionHarry is severely abused by those people he's supposed to live with. what happens when Severus snape finds Dumbledor trying to hide this evidence. Well, he tells Tom about their similar upbringing in the next meeting. how will tom react and what pat...
