Aspire

“Tom?” Harry’s delicate soft voice penetrated Tom’s mind. Turning to look at the lithe boy, Tom hummed.

“Yes, dear?” Tom asked while carefully folding a pair of his own pajamas that he shrunk.

“Why do your brothers call you Diary? And why do they all have odd names?” Harry mumbled, shoving his face into his sleeve shyly.

Tom snorted. “Well, Father named us all after him, so we all have our names, so we renamed ourselves with an object name, for example, Cup or Ring, mine was simply Diary, and well, it stuck,” Tom explained, smiling down at the yawning boy.

“Mmm okay,” Harry responded, rubbing his eyes. 

Tom cooed at Harry before handing him his pajamas and pushing him lightly but firmly into his private bathroom.

“Get changed in here, I will stand just out here, call me if you need help. Put your dirty clothes in there,” Tom said before promptly spinning around and leaving.

Harry blushed before carefully closing the door.

He pulled his old clothes off and left them in the laundry basket Tom had previously pointed to, before changing into what easily was the softest material pajamas he had ever touched.

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Opening the door, Tom quickly felt his jaw drop simply by watching his little omega wearing his clothes. Oh, how Tom regretted shrinking the clothes, for how delicious Harry would have looked in clothes so large, he wouldn’t be visible in them.

Harry smiled at Tom nervously before Tom swooped over and placed a hand on his back.

“Very good, now follow along, I shall take you into the dining hall,” Tom muttered, guiding Harry out of his bathroom and deep into many confusing corridors.

Harry struggled to keep up with his short legs and ended up trailing behind helplessly before Tom took pity on him and held his hand.

Smiling widely, Harry squeezed Tom’s hand as Tom pushed 2 large double doors.

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Gaping at the dining hall-large enough to be a cozy cottage with 2 bedrooms!- Harry felt himself getting pulled out of Tom’s tight grasp by one of his brothers.

“Harry, you just look adorable in my old pajamas, I like you in my clothes,” Dio whispered caressingly into Harry’s ear. 

Ignoring the end of his statement, Harry looked up confused.

“Your pajamas? I thought they were Tom’s?” Harry questioned, his eyebrow furrowed. 

Dio smirked amusedly as Cup? Cut into the conversation. 

“I think we all have the same-looking pajamas, so he must have gotten confused, right?” Cup snarked, scowling at Dio who simply shrugged.

“Anyways, come sit over here darling, yes that’s it, to my left,” Dio warmly praised Harry as he pulled out his chair to his own left. Harry heard Tom snarl behind him.

“No, Harry will sit with me,” Tom said, curling his arms around Harry’s side protectively, his scent possessive and dangerous. Dio simply snorted.

“I do believe that Harry will sit with me, don’t you want to be near me, doll?” Locket asked Harry, crouching down to him, his eyes warm, and smile charming. 

Harry found himself nodding as he tried to pry himself free from Tom’s grasp. 

Tom tightened his arms and pulled Harry backward into his chest. Locket straightened up from leaning down, now easily towering over Tom.

“Wait a minute, Harry, wouldn’t you rather be by me? That way I can help you eat, I can chop up your food, and spoon feed it to you-” A brother called out, pushing Locket towards the exit.

Locket scowled but backed away ever so slightly.

Harry opened his mouth to say something because the brother was looking at him waiting for an answer as Tom simply picked him up and carried him over to the other side of the very large grand table. He could hear a collection of annoyed groans and whispered curses because of Tom, but he paid them no heed.

Tom sat down gracefully on his own seat, still holding Harry, but now shifting slightly so Harry could relax in his tight grasp on his lap. Squirming, Tom dug his fingers into Harry’s side to get him to stay still.

Taking the unspoken hint. Harry stilled his motions of trying to escape. Dio looked over at them both longingly before loudly muttering, “What a well-behaved boy, he did exactly what you asked him to, Diary,” Diadem smirked. Cup hissed as Locket glanced over, smiling. Ring darted his eyes across the room from his seat and grinned at Tom who flicked him the middle finger. 

Harry didn’t understand it so he simply shoved his face into his sleeve to hide from their prying eyes. 

He heard coos from around the room at his action, and even more after his ears turned red. He felt the deep rumble from Tom’s chest from his own chuckle. Harry squirmed slightly just as the door opened once more, letting in Minister Riddle, who looked as tall and as powerful and imposing as always. Feeling embarrassed by the fact that Tom’s father caught him in Tom’s lap, Harry ducked his head, hiding as he heard Minister Riddle’s own deep chuckle.

Cracking an eye open childishly, Harry looked astonished as house elves began popping in and out, bringing with them plates upon plates of assorted food. Harry felt Tom reach and arm out and grab a large dish of roast and begin filling his plate. 

After watching Tom stack his plate filled with potatoes, meat, gravy, and so much more, Harry turned to look at him. Tom frowned as he started to cut up the meat into small, bite-sized pieces. He raised the fork as Harry looked confused, before poking Harry with it on his lip. Harry didn’t know what Tom was doing, so as he opened his mouth to ask, Tom slipped the fork in. Harry chewed his food before swallowing and looking up at Tom’s delighted expression. Locket who had long since settled next to them both rubbed circles soothingly into Harry’s back.

“Good boy,” Locket hissed quietly into Harry’s ear, ignoring Tom’s scowling face. 

Harry’s face burned uncontrollably as he opened his mouth.

“Thank you,” Harry hissed unknowingly back. 

Locket gaped with an open mouth. Cutlery scrapping against plates stopped and the room became dead silent and still.

Tom was internally screaming. Bloody Locket had to go and get him to speak Parseltounge, for he knew Potter could, but likely wanted to hear it from himself. Tom was still suffering a little problem when it came to Harry speaking Parseltongue in front of him, let alone on his lap! And due to the elongated silence across the room, Tom was certain at least a few of his ‘siblings’ were suffering the same problem.

“Tom?” Harry hissed, likely confused because Tom stopped feeding him due to the silence. 

Parseltounge again. Locket next to him practically melted from hearing his darling omega delicately speak in the Serpent's Tounge. His eldest self seated at the head of the table was staring at Harry, astounded from his parseltongue no doubt. Even though he had already heard him speak in it multiple times, it wasn’t something you could simply get used to.

Ring started howling with laughter.

Tom sent his a disgusted look, as he spluttered and small chunks of food and saliva sprayed across himself.

“Harry. I think we need to converse about your living arrangements,” Minister Riddle hissed as Harry chewed on a roast potato Tom had fed him.

“No need, Harry will sleep with me,” Cup said, glaring at anyone who dared offer an alternative.

“I do thoroughly believe that me and Dio would be the best solution here, for we both share a room already and because I am sure Harry would benefit from the both of us,” Locket offered, nodding along with Diadem.

“Harry can have the guest room on the third floor, it is big enough for him to turn into his own room, and right next door to me and Ring without having to share a room,” Tom said, receiving snarls from all his brothers. 

Minister Riddle hummed carefully as he thought over all of his younger self's ideas.

“Very well, he can have that guest room,  unless, of course, he would prefer to have the large adjourned room onto my own, giving him an ensuite, walk-in wardrobe, easy access to a ‘family’ lounge, as well as it is attached to my own private quarters and personal library, for safety,” Mr. Riddle offered, sneering as his ‘children’ who all scowled at the same time at that idea. 

Harry stayed silent. It would be awkward, to have adorning rooms to Tom’s dad, but it did have some cool benefits, as well as for every dream he has ever had has been riddled with images and memories of abusive muggles at the orphanage, safety. The one thing he has ever wanted.

Tom shot daggers at his older self angrily. What an utter nonce. Attached rooms with a child? A young omega at that? If the newspapers had heard that, he would be publicly shamed for merely suggesting that. But then again, Harry Potter has to be protected, and they did have many, many enemies. Safety. His older self promised. It was almost a good deal. Tom looked around at his fellow selves and saw them all mentally debating.

As much as Tom wanted Harry to be in the room next to him, to be around him, and as much as he could and would protect him, there was not a doubt in Tom’s mind that whispered that he could promise more safety than his eldest self. And it was obvious his siblings were thinking along the same lines. And of course, Tom can simply spend more time with his young cute omega, even if he lives in a completely different wing of the house.

Looking around the silent room, Mr. Riddle knew everyone agreed with his idea, albeit annoyed or frustrated at it.

But why should he worry or care about what they think?

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