The Boy Who Bitched

Chapter 16

Tom wanted to laugh at the site before him, but with his lover in full Mama bear mode he knew it best to keep quiet. Harry was in a very short nightgown, his lace panties slightly noticeable from behind. His long hair unruly and unbrushed in a very messy bun. Harry had his wand pointed at Molly, a woman he once saw as a motherly figure in his life. Though it was 3 in the morning she was in the sitting room, knitting away. Presumably because going to her bed without her husband would be too painful, however if Arthur was actually dead is unknown. "Who is Misty Grim?" he asked his wand held steadily as blue sparks danced all around his body.

"Harry dear I've been waiting for yo-"

His magic sparked out and Molly was now pressed against the wall of the burrow sitting room. The upkeep wasn't great, it was obvious she had been through a lot of sorrow after losing several of her children. Dishes piled around the sink, clothes were all over the floor, and the house just smelled stale. Molly looked so tired and dirty, her skirt splattered with Merlin knows what. "Misty Grim," Harry barked at her.

"Oh so you saw the article about your miscarriage, she was just trying to help you Harry. That baby would have been a bastard from a one sided relationship. You're being brainwashed, Voldemort doesn't love you. He killed your friends, your parents, and now he's keeping you as a trophy. I love you Harry, come home with me we can beat him this time."

Tom sunk further back in the shadows, not wanting the woman to know of his presence. Harry's magic grew larger crackling dangerously, the boy was capable of fighting his own battles. "Tom, his name is Tom, Molly. I remember everything, I remember being told nothing by Dumbledore. I remember not being allowed in meetings that were about ME. I remember my GODFATHER being kept away from me. I remember going back every summer to those abusive muggles Dumbledore LEFT ME WITH. I remember everyone expecting a child to be this great thing, never once asking WHAT I WANTED. I was raised as a pig for slaughter and you all sat back and let it happen, and you still fight for his cause," his magic sparked out again striking Molly across her face," Tom LOVES me, I get to make the choices I want to make. So why don't you and your stupid group leave me the FUCK ALONE," Molly moans in agony as a surge of magical energy lunges into her and just stays.

Harry doesn't let up on the woman, letting her sit in the agony. He stops when she starts whimpering. "Now are you willing to stop?"

She starts sobbing," Misty is just a pen name, there's several of us," she cried out.

"Give me names. NOW."

"I don't know," she sobbed.

"I don't believe you," Harry snarled, he then struck her again.

She looked as if she was being electrocuted, her hair spiking up and her body uncontrollably shaking.

"NAMES NOW!" his magic surged again, this time though his body wasn't able to handle it and he collapsed onto the floor.

........

Harry woke up in a familiar bedroom, his head pounding. He jumped up, hands to his stomach after remembering his fit of anger the night before. "The baby is okay Harry," Colette reassured.

He looked around the bedroom of Riddle Manor, Colette was sitting in a chair by the bed and Tom was rushing to his side. "Oh Harry you gave me quite a sc-"

"Did she finish talking?" Harry asked, his anger rising again.

"I was able to get a few names out of her and I currently have her in the basement at the ministry."

Harry laid back down, the answer seeming to satisfy him. "Harry you can't stress yourself into a frenzy like that. Your body isn't strong enough to handle both growing a uterus and expelling strong waves of magical energy. It's going to exhaust you," Colette said sternly.

"I wasn't trying to get worked up Madam, excuse me for defending my dead child. I couldn't control the magic either it was just overflowing out of me," he said defensively.

"I understand, but I am just letting you know for next time torturing someone maybe isn't the best idea," she said calmly.

Harry nodded his head," Yea yea I know, so am I on bed rest or?"

"I think you should take it easy, and leave the questioning to Death Eaters," Tom said rather sternly.

Colette nodded in agreement," I just want to know that they're being dealt with," Harry said annoyed.

"And they will be my love I promise," Tom said grabbing the boys hand.

Colette left the room. "I guess I kind of messed up our first vacation huh?" Harry said shrinking his head down.

"Honestly watching you go at Molly, all angry and passionate, was one of the hottest things I have ever seen you do. How defensive you are over my spawn," Tom nipped at Harry's ear and grabbed the boys soft penis.

"Mmm was it now?"

"It was amazing, you are going to be such a wonderful mother Harry," he slipped his hands in the boys pants and started lightly squeezing his balls between his fingers.

Harry let out a stifled moan, trying to shimmy out of his pants. "Mm so eager for me, what a good boy you are," he then moved his head down to Harry's now erect member and started sucking dutifully.

Tom didn't suck Harry off much, but when he did it was such a pleasure. Tom had such an experienced mouth and took Harry's package with ease. Harry threw his head back into the pillow and grabbed onto Tom's hair, letting the man do as he wish. Tom continued fondling Harry's balls, making the boy go crazy with the feeling. The feel of Tom's mouth against his dick with something he thought he'd never get used to.

He struggled to not buck his hips, Tom didn't like when he did that, called him a naughty boy. He breath hitched when Tom slowed down and started playing with the boy's tip. Tom then completely stopped, pinning Harry underneath him. Harry whimpered, wanting the good feelings to continue. "Use your words," Tom said tauntingly.

Harry was amazed how Tom could be doing something so bottomy and still manage to be in control, Tom had Harry exactly how he wanted it, his perfect little begging bitch. "Please keep going," Harry begged with tears starting to spill over his eyes.

Tom pondered for a minute, but eventually went back at it, this time he was using his mouth so aggressively. The threshold between pain and pleased becoming a bit too similar. Harry loved it, his moaning getting louder and his breathing heavier. Suddenly he could feel himself finishing, his load spilling into Tom's mouth. Tom swallowed it easily, and kept sucking on Harry till he whimpered in pain. Tom then got up and laid on his back, waiting for Harry to cuddle up on his chest.

"Thank you Daddy," Harry said still struggling to catch his breath.

Tom grabbed him tight and gave him a kiss on the forehead," Harry please don't scare me like that again, I need you," a deep breath escaped him and for a second Harry thought he was going to cry.

However he did not," I'm sorry Tom, I won't do that again."

"Thank you love," he then placed his hand on Harry's small bump," He needs both of us."

"He?" Harry asked.

"I'm just guessing, but I would gamble on it."

Harry snorted at the man before snuggling deeper into his chest, embracing the warmth, before he fell back asleep.