60 Years in a Summer

Chapter XI -The Talk-

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

{Talking on the fireplace/Two-way mirror}

–Parseltongue–

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter XI

–The Talk–

Sunday, 7 July 1940

HJP's POV

Harry was reading a book when he arrived in Tom's time a couple of days later. Tom sat at his side and peeked over his shoulder, as Tom's pet snake moved to Harry's lap.

"You can't be serious..." the thirteen-year-old groaned. "Please tell me you aren't actually planning on going forth with this..."

"The family that took me in taught me that mentors teach this to their children when they're thirteen. It's normal. Trust me, I want to do this as much as you do; they just did this to me today and said that I had to do it with you or Lord Black would."

Tom's face morphed into disgust but he didn't move away.

"You really are taking this older brother thing to heart, aren't you?"

Harry looked up to Tom.

"What else should I do? No matter what, you are the best thing that happened to me, Tomtom."

Tom's eyes narrowed at the nickname.

"Do you have any idea how I hate the name 'Tom'?"

Harry laughed.

"I know... I just don't care." Tom rolled his eyes and Harry showed him the book. "Shall we?"

"Do we really have to?"

"Come on, Tommy, how else will you learn about love and how to not get your heart broken by a girl? Trust me... had I known this last year - I wouldn't have asked a friend to the Yule ball."

Tom groaned but sat at his side. Harry looked at him in silence. He was growing more quickly than Harry had. It wouldn't take long for Tom to grow taller than him, for Tom to become a killer. Myrtle would die in a few days...

"I'm not going to invite any girl to the ball." Tom added grudgingly.

Harry half-glared to Tom.

"You need to learn, Tom. You need to learn about how to take care of someone close to us. How to..."

"I know, all right? I know that if I let people too close they can hurt me. I know that I have to be careful but that I also have to give something in return. That's why it's not going to happen, Serpens. I'm never going to fall in love!"

Harry looked at Tom sadly. 'And that's why you became a mass murderer.'

"I love you."

Tom tensed, his face turning pale.

"Serpens, I... I didn't mean you, I meant... I do love you, you know that, right?"

"You said you would never love someone, Tommy."

"I know... it's just that... I care for you Serpens, I really do. And I know that you will never hurt me. We even vowed it. But... you are the only person I can trust."

"It's because you trust so little, that you have so few friends." Harry argued.

Tom stood and hugged Harry.

"I don't care about anyone else, Serpens. I only care what you think of me. You are the only constant thing in my life... even if only for one night a year. I'll wait for you every year for one night during summer until I'm old enough to be with you in the same time." Harry sighed and hugged Tom tight. "Do I still need to learn about how two people intercourse?"

Harry laughed and pulled Tom away, sitting him down.

"Yes. You still have to hear how it is when two people have sex, amongst other things. Besides... you should never have sex but love." Tom frowned confused. "Sex is when there are no feelings attached. Making love is when you love that person so much, you two let each other see your weakest moments."

Tom hummed, before looking at the book.

"Maybe I could just read the book? Save us the trouble of the talk?" he asked, with a little bit of hope in his voice.

Harry couldn't help the chuckle. People could say whatever they wanted about Lord Voldemort or Tom Riddle... but his Tommy was still just a kid.

(TBC)