Don't Let Me Go - Tomarry

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Harry POV

Harry had gotten tired quickly from showing Neville the plants. His body was still recovering from everything in the past couple of days. He assured Neville that he was more than welcome to keep exploring. Harry had Tinsel stay with the boy so he was sure he would be okay. Slowly, Harry made his way back to the house and up the stairs. He came to a stop at the open door that led into his mate's office.

Said mate was sitting at his desk, focused on paperwork while muttering to himself. Harry noticed Tom's hair falling in front of his face and smiled. It made his mate look so human. Who would have thought this would be happening. Him, Harry, standing and admiring the Dark Lord. Harry giggled, causing Tom to look up from his stack of paperwork. He smiled warmly before extending a hand to his tired submissive.

Slowly, Harry walked forward and took the offered hand. He let Tom guide him into his lap. Harry sighed and melted into his mate's chest, feeling safe and at home there. Harry felt the vibrations of Tom's huffy laugh before a finger lifted his face to meet the other's eyes.

"Hello pretty. How can I help you?" Tom asked, his deep bass voice feeling like liquid chocolate to Harry. Warm, smooth and velvety all in one.

Harry smiled up at his mate, his nose crinkling. "I dunno. I'm tired but didn't want to be alone. Where is everyone else?"

Tom smirked. "You're tired because your body is healing. The creature part of you didn't want to be alone and you feel much safer around me as I'm your dominant. As for the others, Cissa is taking care of something for me and your parents made a run back to Grimmauld place for a bit. Remus told me to tell you both of them would be back tonight." Tom ended his small talk with a boop to Harry's nose.

Harry giggled, loving the smile that Tom gave him before his face fell. "We need to talk, don't we?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Tom answered.

Harry knew it wasn't going to be an easy road for either of them, but he felt they could make it. Knowing it would be harder to start later, Harry began to tell Tom his story.

"I didn't know my own name until I was five and the muggle teacher I had asked me for my name. I told her it was 'boy'. She seemed fairly startled by that and told me my name was Harry. She informed my uncle about it and things just got worse from there. My chore list went from dishes to cooking followed by cleaning. After that, yardwork got added to my chore list as well. If anything on the list wasn't done to their satisfaction, I would either get hit or have no food and be locked in my room.

"My room, by the way, was a cupboard under the stairs. The spiders were my only friends. Jazz was my friend for a while, but she died when I was eight I think. She was my garden snake and helped me as much as she could in the garden. The year I came back from Hogwarts for the first time was when......was when Uncle Vernon," Harry whispered. "He raped me." Harry buried his head into Tom's chest, letting out a small whimper.

Harry could feel Tom stroking his head, he could feel his mate letting his long fingers run through his raven locks. The boy started to purr again as his mate began scratching at the base of his small antlers. Harry opened his eyes and peered up at Tom from where his head lay, buried in the older wizard's chest. He saw the blank look that rested on Tom's face while his hand seemed to be on autopilot.

"Tom?" Harry asked, nervous at the lack of reaction from his mate.

Worry coursed through Harry. Maybe Tom didn't want a broken mate. Cause that's what he was, Harry felt he was broken and unrepairable. Harry started to slide off Tom's lap. He had barely moved when he felt Tom wrap his arms around him, burning his nose in Harry's hair. Harry let out a small sound of distress at how his mate was acting.