Harry Potter One-Shots 🔎

One-Shots: 🔎- 2.3

🔎- I am so glad to find out it's a 3 and not a 4, I can't express my hate for that number enough.
Anyways there's a Harry Potter themed song by Ella Martine added in there. I love Cedrics so much honestlyyy!!
Anyways on with the story :)
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It had now been five days since Severus Snape had brought the chosen one to Malfoy Manor. It had also been five days that Harry refused to wake up. Still stuck in the same darkness as last time.

Tom was beginning to get frustrated at not being able to be there properly for Harry, that he could not make the boy understand that he was welcome. The only welcome he had received as of yet was the darkness.

Tom had already explained to Narcissa that Harry was his chosen mate. That he was destined to be the only one that Tom could love for eternity. Narcissa was put into an early grave to say the least. She could not tell how relieved she had been that the Dark Lord had reasons not to kill her for bringing Harry Fucking Potter to the Manor but she was also shocked out of her mind at such an idiom.

Tom was getting restless, surely Harry should have woken by this point?
Oh how he sincerely hoped that Harry would wake, so that he could enjoy the presence of his mate. It was the bond which had told Tom that Harry would be okay, the bond was growing fiercely stronger as Harry healed over. This is what frustrated Tom, the bond was telling him that Harry had been okay enough to be conscious and awake however it was like Harry was forcing himself to stay unresponsive.
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Every night for the past five days Tom could be found sleeping on the floor next to Harry's bed, or changing the clothes from Harry, giving him a scourgify hourly to make sure he stayed clean while his body lay mobile.

It was on the fifth night/fifth morning of being in Malfoy Manor that Harry had chosen to wake up.
When he awoke however, he saw that he was in a completely strange place that he did not recognise and so he was scared out of his wits.
Where was Uncle Vernon to shout about breakfast? Oh how he would get a beating for daring to step out that house, to sleep in a.. bed?
Scavenging quickly, Harry practically threw himself off the bed, afterall if a freak like himself was caught there would be severe consequences.

What Harry was not ready for was the landing on the floor. It seemed he had collided with something. No. Someone.
Harry scrambled to get up and apologise profusely, tears beginning to prick his eyes.
"I-I'm s-so sorry, I-I didn't m-mean to" he kept repeating, keeping his head down so that he could not see the anger the other person will surely bestow upon him.
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🔎- (I cba to add those lines 24/7)
🔎- (But perspective shift i guess)
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Tom slept calmly that night, wrapped in his wings but spread out so his stomach pressed into the floor.
His sleep was interrupted when a small force had landed upon his back. Ready to attack whoever had dared jump on his back when he was sleeping, he got up to face the perpetrator as quickly as he could.

Tom was not ready to see his mate, out of the bed and bawling his eyes out.
Repeating the same phrase over and over again much like a broken record.
The fear that lay behind the eyes was prominent as Harry kept his head down, almost afraid of him. Tom was deeply upset with this. Was Harry afraid Tom would harm him?

"Harry, you're okay, it's fine" Tom reassured the broken mate, however it was not received.
"I-I'm so s-sorry; i- I wasn't l-looking w-where I was going and- and" Harry couldn't finish his sentence when tears had broken him down.
Ever so quick, Riddle wrapped his wings around the other boy in an attempt to comfort him, not daring to try and touch him in the state which he is in.

Harry found himself enveloped in that calming scent he discovered, not for the first time, when he had not been awake. This scent had helped him to get his thoughts straight at least. Mustering up as much courage as he could, he brought himself to look up to see who he was faced with.