Thomas Potter-Love is a Different Dimension

Kiss Me More

Harry's Universe, Wool's Orphanage, 1934

Tom stared at the white rabbit with curious excitement.

The white rabbit was a gift from Billy Stubb's adoptive parents who would be picking him up in a week. Billy had been showing it off to all the other children. Loudly proclaiming how his adopted parents were the best and most beautiful people in the world. And how happy he was going to be in his new home. Everyone was envious and excited, reminding Billy to write and not forget them. Young eyes gleaming at the fantasy and hope they would also one day be chosen and taken home.

Tom wished Billy had left quickly, instead of enduring his gloating. They were returning from their walk from the church and Tom thought he heard his name.

Tommy!

He turned, and Billy had laughed at his face.

"She was calling for her son, Tom. Not you!"

Something in him snapped and Tom lunged at Billy's eyes trying to claw them out. The other boys were quick to rescue their favourite friend, hitting and pulling Tom to let go.

"What is this?!" Mrs. Cole shrieked, giving a threatening glare.

"He went at me first, tried to claw my eye out for no reason!" Billy howled with fake tears.

All fingers pointed at Tom, who had a cut in his lip.

"Tom Riddle, if I ever see you do anything like that again, it's the Cellar you understand?"

Tom recoiled. Wrapping two arms around his stomach. The threat of the Cellar is still fresh in his mind.

She stepped closer, hands on her hip, "Do I make myself clear?"

Tom had his head bowed down, "Yes," He said, hating everything.

He was so weak. So vulnerable. Controlled by them.

But here...

In the field under the moonlight, with the white rabbit blissfully unaware of it's fate, it was time for Tom to be in control.

Tom's hands snatched the jumpy white rabbit, startled, it kicked and struggled in Tom's hands. Tom was relentless, keeping his grip firm.

No matter what the animal did, it could not escape him. A surge of strength rose at the idea that he was in charge. He decided the creature's fate. An overwhelming need to dominate and force the rabbit to realize and know... that he was the master now, he was the one who literally held the rabbit's life in his hands.

In control.

It's body is warm, fur soft, blood pulsing. Beady black eyes quivering. Tom thought to call the snakes and have them deal with it.

But another thought came to mind...

Tom wrapped his fingers around the creature's neck, the wild pulse filling him with wild power, a sense of purpose and energy he had never felt before.

Tom clamped his fingers hard around the neck, the other pressing down it's flailing legs. The white rabbit let out a guttural squeak, head squirming but unable to escape Tom's hold.

Yes .

It cannot escape its fate.

Tom revelled in how the white rabbit fought uselessly against his hold, the feel of the animal's heartbeat under his palm...then the way it twitched and slowed.

All the struggle was futile. The animal's lame squeak for help was not answered by anyone. The power was in his hands.

It twitched once, twice, before going limp.