The Boy Who Bitched

Chapter 7

"Oh no, no, no, no, no," the boy whispered to himself.

His hands were covered in blood and it just wouldn't stop, something was wrong. He had just gotten up to use the restroom in the middle of the night this couldn't be happening. He grabbed his cramping stomach, cradle position on the white bathroom floor that was now stained with his blood. "Tom! Tom please help!" the boy sobbed loudly into the dark bedroom.

Tom jumped out of bed, nothing could have prepared him for the sight laid out in front of him. Harry was completely naked and leaking blood between his legs, a lot of blood. He sent a house elf to floo Colette to his room asap. Tom didn't know what to do. Harry was hysterically sobbing and clutching at his stomach, muttering some nonsense about how it was way too early, more cooking, too much blood. Tom did the only thing he could think of. He sat on the floor with the boy and lifted him up, despite the grunts of pain and the mess that his clothes would be, and rocked him while holding his hands over boy's hand who where on his cramping stomach. He gently shshshshed Harry in an attempt to get him to calm down, he knew it was useless but he felt better for at least trying to calm the boy.

Colette ran into the room suddenly, gasping at the bloody sight before her. Harry didn't know where he was, the blood loss sinking him into a delirium, he continued babbling hysterically, none of it being comprehensible at this point. Colette flicked her wand, running a diagnosis spell over Harry, trying to hide her anxiety of the discovery and her fear of Tom's reaction . "Tom I am so sorry, but Harry is miscarrying and if we don't get him to Saint Mungo's soon we're going to lose Harry as well."

Harry's hysterics suddenly stopped and his head lulled back, he had fallen unconscious. Without thinking of the logistics, or worrying if Harry was seen, Tom picked Harry up and ran him to the nearest fire place flooing them to the hospital immediately. Colette was right behind him, screaming at the nurses and getting Harry into an operating room. They demanded Tom be left in the waiting room, Colette tried to explain it was just protocol. Tom was upset, but the sooner they operated on Harry, the better so he backed away allowed them to do their jobs.

The waiting room was depressing, a piss yellow couch sat in the corner with uncomfortable plastic chairs placed randomly all over the small room. A small table was covered in outdated magazines. He decided to sit in one of the plastic chairs, allowing himself to catch his breath. He took a glance at the clock with read that it was 3:34 in the morning. Luckily for Tom many wizards didn't tend to schedule OBGYN surgeries at 3 in the morning so he was alone in his anxiety and worry. He wouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing the Dark Lord cooped up in an OBGYN waiting room wracked with stress. He looked down at his hands and then to the front of his night robes, they were covered in dried blood, Harry's blood. He waved his wand, his hands and robes suddenly cleaned up. He sighed, a spell couldn't fix Harry. It was too much blood he thought, he had lost the baby and now he was bleeding out and probably going to die. Colette even seemed worried about Harry's survival, as hard as he tried Tom could not find a way to rationalize his fear. For the first time in decades, Tom broke down crying, he couldn't cope with the thought of losing Harry and suddenly he realized he really did love the boy. He had said it back, but he was just now realizing how deep that love went. Brainwashed Harry was one of the best things that had ever happened to him, he couldn't bear being away from his sweet boy, he felt as if a piece of him was missing when he wasn't around the boy . Maybe because Harry was the last remaining horcrux, the puzzle piece that did balance Tom, but Tom didn't care for details. He cared about having the boy in his grasp, at his feet, how Harry didn't fear him just loved him so purely, so unashamed. Harry was a weakness Tom so desperately needed, Harry helped his sanity, nobody had ever managed to make Tom as happy and as balanced as the young boy had. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his anxiously wracked brain.