Harry Potter: The Perfect Family

Chapter 55

Sev dropped to his knees beside us, cradling us to his body as I continued to sob. As the tears came to an end, I turned, looking up at Tom.

His body shook in anger as waves upon waves of fury and agony poured off his body. I saw something spark in his eye as he marched toward the cribs, reaching into Clary's to pull out a piece of parchment with a single thing written on it.

'He's mine.'

I knew that signature, but couldn't place it.

"Wait, Tom. That's Dumbledore's handwriting." Dray exclaimed causing me to gasp once more, clutching onto their arms.

"This ends now. He will be dead by the end of the year at my hand." Tom roared, setting the parchment aflame before coming over and settling himself behind me, wrapping us in his arms.

We sat in silence for hours, just staring at the cribs and holding onto each other before someone spoke.

"This is all my fault. Had I just been quicker getting us here, had I just listened to Draco." Sev cried, pulling away from us.

Horror crossed my face as I rush up, pulling his face into my hands.

"Sev, none of this is your fault. You couldn't have known." I muttered, pulling him down into a slow, emotion filled kiss.

Tears streamed down both our faces as we pulled away. I held out a hand, nodding for him to grab it as I held the other out to Tom and Dray. As they took them, I lead them out of the room, warding the door as it closed before leading them downstairs.

Pulling them over to the couch, I flicked a ball of fire into the fireplace, sitting down and pulling them down around me. Laying back on Tom's chest, I curled around my mates, placing my ear on his heart as I focused on his heart beat. Lulling not only myself but my mates to a dreamless sleep.