Royal Potter

The man that came into the room, Tom, was still sitting there after his little trick. It’s not possible, magic isn’t possible. The Dursleys always said there no such thing. But that would explain his “freak” accidents.

“Tell me more.” Harry said.

“Well there’s this school for wizards. With four houses: Ravenclaw, Griffindore, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Each house has certain attributes and the students represent the house.” Tom said “You go there to learn how to control your magic and use it. You go fore seven years, from eleven to seventeen, which means you can still go for your sixth and seventh year. Or your parents and I can teach you.” Tom finished.

Harry thought that was the most amazing thing ever. But there was one tiny detail that was nagging him.

“My parents are dead.” He said. “They died when I was one. Petunia told me. She also told me that some person named Albert fumblehoor or something like that brought me to them so that I could be taken care of.”

“Could that name have been Albus Dumbledoor?”

“Yeah that was it.” Harry exclaimed. “Why?”

“There is a reason but I can’t tell you yet. Excuse me I must go-

“Don’t leave!!” Harry yelled. Gods he was going to sound like he was begging.

“Why not?” Said Tom.

“Because he’s going to touch me.” Harry said his bottom lip wobbling. He was so terrified that the other man would touch him he was going to burst.

“He’s a doctor, it’s part of his job.” Tom stated.

“Well if you’re all so magical do it without the touching.” Harry said, voice evening out.

“Why don’t you want him to touch you.” Tom asked.

He’ll think I’m disgusting if I tell him. Then I won’t be able to make friends because he’ll tell everyone else.

“I can’t tell you. You’ll hate me after.” Harry said.

“I can guarantee I won’t.” Tom replied.

“I don’t believe you.” Said Harry. I also can’t trust him he thought.

“That’s alright. But about the healer he has to examine you.” Tom changed the subject.

Harry was grateful he did not wanting to talk about it.

“He can as long as he doesn’t touch me. Or get too close.”

“How about I stay here and watch and I’ll make sure he doesn’t get too close.” Tom said.

“Okay.” Harry said sceptically.

Tom did something to the other man and he woke up. He and Tom seemed to have some sort of silent conversation with their eyes and then the healer guy turned to him.

He waked closer to Harry and Harry tried his very best to stay calm. The man was about a foot and a half from the bed when his heart started pounding.

“Stop.” He said.

“I have to be a little closer.” Said the healer. He took another step forward and Harry held his breath. He took another step and Harry opened his mouth and screamed.

“Nott take three steps back” Said Tom in a demanding tone. Harry could barely hear him over his own screaming.

“But-“ He heard the healer guy say.

“Now” said Tom. The healer man immediately backed up and Harry’s mouth snapped shut. The door burst open with two very concerned looking people.

One of the people had eyes like him except they were both bright green. She also had blazing red hair and a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. The other was a man who looked a surprising amount like Harry’s own reflection. He just didn’t have an ugly scar going down his face or a milky eye.

After a minute Tom told the healer guy to go away and come back tomorrow. He turned to the people in the door and pointed to some chairs beside Harry. Tom walked around his bed and sat on the chair that was almost touching the bed. Harry thought he was going to scream again but he found that it didn’t matter that much.

“Harry.” Tom said. And oh Harry wished Tom would say it again.

What, why would he wish that. This is someone he doesn’t know. For all he knows he could pull a Vernon.

“Harry” Tom said again. And Harry turned to face him.

“Hmm.” Was all he responded with his throat sore. Tom made something appear out of the air again and handed it to Harry. It was tea.

“These are your parents. Your mom Lily and your dad James.” Tom said as Harry took a sip from his tea. “Could you please tell them what you told me, or should I?” Tom asked.

Harry just pointed at Tom and continued sipping tea as Tom told his supposed parents about the Dumbledoor guy.

“You’re telling me it was Dumbledoor who took Harry to that awful place?” Asked the guy that was supposed to be his dad.

The one that was supposed to be his mom asked him “Are you feeling well enough to walk? I want to bring you to Gringotts and get a blood test done. I also think Sirius should get one as well, maybe we can get his memory back.
Merlin we are so stupid we didn’t even think about the goblins.”

“Honey, we can do that when Harry’s feeling better. For now we let him rest.”

“Fine.”

“Lady and Lord Potter I’ll take you to your room now.” Said Tom. They left and Harry had time alone to think.

So he was supposed to be a wizard who had great big magical powers and there was a school he could go to. And he maybe has parents and a maybe a friend, that could teach him if he didn’t want to go school. As long as his secret wasn’t let out he’d be okay. Okay sounds good.

Tom came back by himself. He sat back down in his chair right beside Harry, and looked at him funny.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Harry asked.

“Like what?” Replied Tom.

“Your face looks funny. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

“Oh, really. My face looks funny. Is that an insult?” Tom said.

“N-no. No obviously not. You have a very han-handsome face and y-you look very nice.” Harry scrambled.

Tom burst out laughing and a genuine smile was on his face. Harry really liked that smile and wished for it to stay on his face fore-

what was he thinking even if he could like Tom which he can’t Tom would never like him back. Especially if Harry told him what happened.

“Harry.” Tom’s voice took a more serious tone. “What do you know about soulmates?”

“Don’t be ridiculous those don’t exist.” Harry said. “And even if they did, mine wouldn’t want me.” Harry thought.

“What? Why not?” Tom said sounding hurt.

“I said that out loud.” Harry stated.

“Harry your soulmate will always want you. from what I can tell you’re an amazing person. And you’ve got amazing parents. So what do mean your soulmate wouldn’t want you?”

“ I can’t tell you that.” Harry said sharply.

“Okay.” Tom said. “Tomorrow we’ll go to gringotts, get a blood test for your inheritance and maybe get some ice cream.”

“Okay.” Harry said dismissively.

“Have a goodnight Harry. “ Tom said before he got up and left. Harry felt very alone e all of a sudden but thought nothing of it and went to sleep.

…

Harry’s eyes opened and the colour yellow assaulted his eyes. He looked around and he was in a bed with pink bedsheets and a matching curtain. His first thought was I’ve been here before, his second came out of his mouth instead of staying in his head. He screamed when he saw Vernon walk through that door naked. He looked down and say he was naked himself.

“Who’s ready for round two.” Vernon stated more than asked. Ha grabbed Harry’s thighs and pulled him close. He lined up with Harry’s hole and just when he was about to slam into him. Harry woke up to a hand on his shoulder.

The feeling of disgust tingled throughout his whole body, then sparks of fear started in his chest.

“Don’t touch me!” He yelled. He looked up to see green eyes that matched his own.

“I’m sorry.” Lily said. “It’s just you were screaming and I didn’t know what to do.”

The door slammed open and t came in looking disheveled. His hair was sticking up in random places looking greasy with sweat. His pyjama pants hung loose in his hips and Harry could see a delicious V-line pointing down to an obscured area. He looked back up when Tom came right in-front of him. And drooped to his knees.

“Don’t tell me he did that to you?” Tom said sounding somewhat pained. Somehow Harry knew that Tom had seen his dream. Harry pressed his lips together. Tom was going to hate him now, he was never going to have a friend. Tears started forming in his eyes, and a single one fell from his down his cheek, but he refused to say anything.

“Please Harry, please tell me he didn’t do that?” Tom begged. “Harry please talk to me… please tell me what happened?” Tom’s eyes had tears in them Harry thought.

Harry’s hand reached out without thinking and he rested it on Tom’s cheek. Tom’s eyes filled with hope, Harry’s actions reached his mind and he pulled away quick. Tom’s face fell. Harry’s chest constricted with guilt and he moved his hands cautiously towards Tom’s hair. He moved some of the hair away from Tom’s deep brown eyes.

“You’ll hate me.” He said voice wavering.

“Harry,” Tom’s voice cracked. “I could never hate you. You’re my soulmate, you’re perfect to me in every way.” Tom’s tears fell. “So please… tell me, did he do that to you?”

Harry took his time memorizing Tom’s face, his voice. In case Tom would hate him, even after his speech. Slowly Harry nodded and Tom looked so sad. Suddenly Harry was sobbing. His tears were falling down his face and onto the sheet, right next to Tom’s face.

Tom’s face was no longer entirely sad his face was contorting with anger right in front of Harry’s face. Harry’s hand was still in Tom’s hair so he focused on that instead of the fact that would no longer like him. Focused on twisting, pulling and smoothing out Tom’s hair.

When he finally looked down at Tom, their eyes connected immediately. “Do you hate me?” He asked.

“Harry I could never hate you.” Tom stated with much conviction.

“Lily would you mind leaving.” Tom asked though it sounded more like an order. Harry turned to look at Harry. Lily looked confused but stood and left anyway. She stopped at the door to say goodnight before she stepped out and closed the door.

Harry looked at Tom as he stood, he waved his wand and then suddenly the bed was two times longer. Tom got in the other side of the bed and pulled back the covers. He put his wand on the bedside table and pulled the covers over his body.

“I made a magical barrier between us.” He reached his hand towards Harry but then his hand stopped moving, his arm have extended. Harry put his hand over Tom’s. He couldn’t feel Tom’s hand it was weird seeing contact but not feeling it.

Harry was really grateful towards Tom for making the barrier. He took his hand down and shifted in his bed so he was facing Tom. Tom copied him and faced Harry.

“Goodnight Harry.” Tom said. And Tom closed his eyes.

“Goodnight.” Harry said in barely a whisper then he closed his eyes as well.

…

When Harry woke up the second time, he was right up against the magical barrier Tom had made. He saw that Tom was as well.

He got off the bed and stood up straight then fell back on the bed. He tried again this time holding onto one of the bed posts. He quickly took a couple steps to the wall and leaned on that until he reached the door. He opened the door and since when was a door so heavy, and walked out to the hallway.
He say there were stairs at on end of the hallway going up and one going down. He decided to go down the stairs because that seemed a less daunting task. He came to the top of the stairs and started stepping down.

He fell.

Well at least I reached the bottom he thought. He tried getting up and realized he couldn’t. He tried again and he got halfway up but then fell on his but again. Panic was slowly eating at him, and concern? That was strange why would I be concerned. Then his breathing became shorter and quicker, his palms began to sweat.

What would happen if he couldn’t get up. No one could help him up not without touching him. He’d be stuck here forever, stuck on the floor, forever doomed to be on the floor.

His heart surged when he heard a crash from upstairs and heavy steps coming towards him. Who was that? Were they going to attack him? He couldn’t get up so he rolled on his stomach and began to army crawl. He made it may be a foot from the stairs when he heard the thundering steps stop. He continued to crawl and he made it a little further before he heard a voice call out. “Harry, what are you doing?”

Harry instantly calmed down at the voice, who was it again? “Tom.” He said suddenly remembering where he was and why he was on the floor. “Ummmm… Nothing. What are you doing?”

“Well I heard a crash and then I felt your panic so I came to see what happened. Can you get up?” He asked.

“Oh. That’s a reasonable answer and no. I cannot.”

“Would you like he—“

“Harry!” A voice exclaimed as lily came into view. “Are you alright?” She asked clearly concerned.

“Yes, I am fine.”

“Okay. Well once you get up, what would you like for breakfast? I’ll cook whatever you want.” She asked.

Harry looked up at her confused. Why would she ask that. He’ll be cooking it anyway, once he figured out how to get up.

“You’re going to cook?” Harry asked his confusion leaking into his voice. “Why?”

“Because I can and I want to.” Lily stated.

“But why would y—“ Harry started but was cut off by a “Did they make you cook Harry?” From Tom.

“Yeah.” Harry said.

“Okay. Lily make whatever you want we’ll be there in a minute.” Tom said.

Lily shrugged,turned and left towards a direction that Harry assumed was the kitchen and looked at Tom. Tom was already looking at him though, with a grimace on his face.

“Do you need help up?” Tom asked suddenly.

“I think so.” Harry said admitting defeat. “Do I have to walk at that Gringotts place or do I get something like a wheelchair?“

“We can arrange something. Now how do you want me to help you get up?”

“Ummm… maybe use your swishy stick.”

Tom let out a sound that sounded like he was being strangled. “A sw- a swishy stick! It’s much more than a swishy stick and it’s called a wand.” Tom said indignantly.

“Okay then use your wand.” Harry said in slight annoyance.

“Okay. But how will we keep you up?”

“You have a wand figure something out!” Harry spat. He watched as Tom’s lips turned upwards in a smirk. “What’s the magic word?” He said smartly.

“NOW!” Harry yelled.

“Tsk tsk tsk… such a temper.” Tom said as we swished his wand and suddenly a chair appeared and Harry was quickly, but carefully, sat in the chair.

“How do you expect—“ Harry started but was cut off by a yelp as the chair started floating. “Hey! A little warning next time.”

“You said now.” Tom stated simply. “Now come on we have breakfast.”