Tomarry One Shots

Decalcomanie

Summary: Harry Potter disappeared at the height of the war after a revelation the Order didn't expect from him. The question is, where did he even go?

Ship: HarryPotterxTomRiddle

All credit goes to CiellaAnderson on Ao3

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It shouldn't have surprised anyone that Harry Potter would land himself in a bar as an attempt to grieve and drown the chaotic whispers in his head caused by Sirius' death.

It also shouldn't have surprised anyone that he'd meet someone and be intimate with them as a reckless way of coping.

But it did.
And it caused such a ruckus in the Order that denial was the strongest emotion at the forefront of everyone's mind.

Especially when those trysts ended up with Harry Potter getting pregnant.
By a man that the boy won't even give up the name of no less.

Everyone is now scrambling how to remedy the situation. And if it involved isolation against his will until a verdict has been reached?
No one will complain for Harry's sake except the boy himself.

If there's anything that Harry hated, it's being confined to a room with little to no interaction with anyone. It's like the Dursleys all over again, except he's at Grimmauld place surrounded by things that painfully reminds him of Sirius.

It's driving him insane.
There's already an inexplainable feeling of scratching himself to bleed so he can ground what little sanity he has left in himself.

He knows that they're looking for ways on how to remedy his predicament hence why they're keeping him isolated. They thought that he'll spill the name of his baby's father if he's had enough time to contemplate alone. Boy, how wrong they are.

If more, it keeps him motivated to keep his mouth shut. No one in the Order will know the name of his lover until the right time. It's something that he'll bring to his grave if nothing else.

But of course, he doesn't intend to die now. While he'd love to see Sirius soon, the arrival of his precious child outweighs it.

Which is why it brings him to a point that whatever the Order is concocting, it will also involve the removal of his baby. They thought they're discreet, but he's already heard bits and pieces of the conversations they carelessly have near his door.

Over his seething body.
He and the baby will get out of this current hellhole before they can even touch as much a hair on his head no matter what.

He paces a bit around the room before planting himself infront of his school trunk, intent on uprooting the contents that might be able to help him get out.

So far, none of the things he took out could even be used for an escape attempt. He's just starting to get more frustrated when the door opened and in came the least person he expected to see.

"What are you doing, Harry?" Severus Snape asks him with an unfamiliar soft voice. There's something in the professor's eyes that made Harry relax against his better judgment.

"What are YOU doing here, professor?" Harry throws the question back, standing up to take a few steps away to give them a huge berth. Any surprise attacks won't reach him right away at this distance which Snape must have realized by the way his body sagged a little, as if showing surrender. Harry almost raised an alarmed brow at the display.

Snape seemed to have decided that he won't comment on the distance the young man has placed between them.

"I will get you out of here." Snape says without preamble instead.