The Boy Who Bitched

Chapter 13

Harry supposed that planning a wedding in 2 weeks was supposed to be difficult, but when your husband was the Dark Lord all you had to do was point and someone else was on it. Tom didn't want to rush the wedding, but Harry was adamant on not wanting to look pregnant in the wedding photos, he was also trying to avoid speculation that his child was a bastard. In retrospect that really didn't matter but Harry wanted his soon to be husband to look good in every single light and he didn't want any extra negative speculation around their first born.

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The wedding was in T-minus 3 days and today Harry was head first in the toilet. Morning sickness didn't stop just because of wedding planning. Him and Tom both needed to get the final measurements of their wedding fits so they could be taken home, their appointment was in an hour. Harry cursed himself at his impatience, but God he wanted Tom to have his last name, and he wanted that as soon as possible. They had went back and forth on this for a while, but Tom taking Harry's last name would seem more favorable in the people's eyes, and part of this was a political move. It also helped that Harry Riddle sounded absolutely ridiculous. Harry liked that his children would have his last name, that filled him with so much joy. They lived in the Riddle Manor, and their father was a massive political figure, Harry felt as if he deserved something to give to his children.

Tom was behind Harry, holding his hair and waiting for an opportunity to force the nausea potion down the boys throat. It always helped so much but Harry was always so hesitant to take it, it didn't help that when he was like this he believed anything that entered his system would come right back out. Harry placed his head on the coolness of the porcelain throne and that's when Tom made his attempt. He gently grabbed Harry's chin and forced his mouth open before pouring the liquid in his throat and waiting for the young boy to swallow. Harry who was weak from his morning vomiting didn't give him any trouble. Tom moved his chin back down and Harry took deep breaths. Tom was right and Harry's nausea subsided almost immediately, Harry leaned his weight into the man and let out a deep breath, attempting to regain his strength.

Harry remembered the appointment and sighed, he still wasn't even dressed and he needed a shower, he was so sweaty and a shower would do him much good. He had less than an hour, so he braced himself as he slowly managed to stand up. Tom had been ready for a while, so he helped poor Harry try to tackle his small agenda for the day.

After they were all dressed they walked towards the Floo, Flooing was just a tab easier for Harry than apparating. The last time Tom had apparated them Harry had thrown up all over Tom's shoes. Tom had barely reacted, he just flicked his wand and they both continued on as normal, Harry was ever so grateful for that.

Tom went first, and then Harry who grabbed a handful of the glittery powder and clearly stated the name of the owner of the clothing store that they were going to. He closed his eyes tight, and before he knew it his feet had hit solid ground once more.

Tom held his hand out for Harry to grab, and Harry took it as they walked through the back of the store into the front. The short, toad like woman named Polly was there. Harry liked Polly though she talked incessantly. Harry gasped as he saw his beautiful floor length dress on himself. The puffiness of the skirt was just perfect and the sleeves were made of this gorgeously gentle lace. He was going to look stunning in front of all of those people.

Harry wasn't super excited about having a political based wedding, but this was part of Tom so Harry tried his best to embrace it. He was nervous to meet so many new people, scared he would make a fool of himself or Tom, but Tom assured him it would be okay so he swallowed those fears down. He focused back on his reflection as Polly made the finishing touches. She finally zipped him up and he was able to walk around.