Talks at night
“Hey,Tom?” Harry asks one night while they were in bed. “Will we stay together forever?”
Tom glances over at Harry, his form barely visible in the dim light in the small orphanage room. Tom had always admired Harry’s innocence, and he always did everything in his power to keep it and keep it near. This was how the ten year old was named “The Demon” by everyone at the orphanage, including the caretakers. Whenever someone did something to annoy Tom or to hurt Harry, mysterious and unfortunate things would happen to that person. For example, a caretaker had hit Harry, and the next day, she went blind; the day after that, she was found hanging in midair without any support and was screaming words no one could understand. All while this was happening, Tom stood there, smirking, no fear or disgust in his eyes. Harry had been told to stay in their room by Tom, so he hadn’t seen what had happened. When anyone tried to talk about it in front of Harry, they would become mute until they gave up trying to tell him. This whole thing had happened when Tom and Harry were still seven, and Harry still remains oblivious to this day.
“I swear that I will do everything in my power to keep us together”, Tom replies, his voice sounding very serious.
“I believe in you, Tom”, Harry says, giggling a bit at the end.
Tom just smiled at Harry. “Go to sleep now, Harry. You don’t want to be tired tomorrow, do you?”
“Okay, Tom!” Harry says, and in a few minutes, Tom can hear Harry’s breath coming out in even puffs.
Now that Harry was asleep, Tom could sort through his thoughts.
Tom know that he was special; he had always known. For example, how no one could talk about Mrs. Miller in front of Harry. Harry still thought that Mrs. Miller had quit her job.
Back to before, Tom always knew he was special, but he needed to know if Harry was special too. Harry had to be special. No exceptions.