You Made Me What I Am

Chapter 7: Waking

Tom sat next to Harry's bedside all night and kept a ever closely vigilant eye on his condition as he wasn't too sure if he trusted Severus enough yet to not have accelerated Harry's demise and fled his home in a rush to safe harbor. As unlikely as it seemed to his mind; he knew he was still jumping around with his thoughts and overreacting to things that were possible but had not happened.

He doubted that Severus would have so blatantly made the vow he had and then crossed it; risking his magic and his life in the process. Paranoid as he was though, Tom knew Severus had been true to word due to the fact that Tom had recognized the correct incantation used earlier to reverse what was done. Severus also had yet to leave the house; he had not left the wards. He was down the hall in a guest room and sleeping off his exhaustion.

Harry's body also remained sleeping in a relaxed form that showed no resumed signs of pain, so he very much doubted Severus had done something like his overactive imagination was trying to suggest to him...but then again, Tom had too many instances with lies and deceit to ditch his watchful nature now.

'Especially now' He thought to himself softly.

Harry was his little incubus. He would see to it he was protected and happy. As much as he could now that he had decided to move away from a path that would have ended him and Tom together. Tom really needed to speak to Harry; about their bond, but he hesitated constantly. Too many things causing fears of rejection to count. He knew also that the boy would likely wish to see if his friends were truly friends or not; and if they could be trusted to join him or if he would have to part ways again with those he thought he could rely on.

Harry moaned in pain and shifted slightly as Tom watched him curiously; though his eyes narrowed to the sound of pain in his voice. He should have suspected his throat would be raw from his yelling and screaming. Tom conjured a glass of water to sit on the side table; Harry would need it in a moment.

The emerald eyes Tom so adored opened very slowly; looking blood-shot and tinged with red-orange of his creature. The teen noticed it was dark outside now and probably late. He then sniffed the air and automatically tensed before relaxing some.

Tom stood and walked to him with worried eyes.

"Harry? Are you alright now? Do you hurt anywhere or do you have any pain left-over?" Tom asked him hastily

Harry tensed and knew somehow that he knew the voice. That he knew the smell of this person from somewhere familiar to him, but his mind was hazy and he couldn't differentiate varying smells too good.

Harry tensed, "I think I know you as you smell familiar, but my head is cloudy and I can't decipher the smells too good. Where am I and do you know what happened to me?" Harry asked Tom hesitantly and tense

Tom stood frozen to his spot. Harry couldn't remember the attack or what happened? This wasn't too good.

"Harry, it's me; Tom. You were out with a friend and coming home when you were attacked?' He said slowly, "Do you remember this?"

Harry seemed to try and recollect the thought and then his hands grabbed his head in pain while a flush of rapid memories came in as he saw the attack and remembered the smell of the smoke; though he was not sure why there was smoke.

The Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix members; they didn't burn homes of innocent muggles. Not as far as Harry knew or recalled. Perhaps they had used it as a signal or such; he didn't know, and that was not standard practice for Aurors.

"I can't believe it..." Harry whispered, "He tried to kill me. He actually tried to kill me earlier tonight." He sobbed

Tom sat beside him gentle as possible to not to startle him, "I know and to be honest with you; even I am shocked at Albus's actions after everything he tried to mold you into for his agenda. But know that you are safe here. Severus and I saved you tonight. He feels guilty for his treatment of you after he realized what Albus had done. He helped me heal you and promised to serve me if you wish to stay here since you cannot go back openly to them and feel secure."