Seeking for Fairy Godmother

“So what? Did you find about them?” He asks Abraxas.

“Well, from the outside they seem to be normal. Vernon had a business called Grunnings.” Drink his wine.

“According to my hired investigator, Harry was known a ‘liar’ and a ‘troublemaker’ in their neighborhood.” He carefully said.

“Liar? My son’s a liar?” He asks dangerously. ‘His precious son is not a liar! I’ll make them pay for that.’

“That’s how the Dursley would usually say.” He leans backward on the couch. “I have discovered something about Harry. Harry Potter, right?” He took a folder and gave it to Thomas.

“I’m aware who he is.” He opened the folder and saw a picture of Harry whose looks at the camera with a sad expression.

“Yes indeed, but he is a Potter.” He watched his friend’s expression.

“What about it?” He must do something to save his son from those vile creatures.

“The Potter’s had a quiet fortune and, they left for Harry when they passed away.”

“Who cares about his fortune? What I care about is how I can get him out from their clutches.”

“Don’t worry I’m still gathering some evidence against them.” He must convince him to do it a ‘Legal’ way.

“I need it immediately.” Abraxas was about to leave when Thomas continues. “And also, can you take over Harry’s case? I have a feeling they only kept the boy for his fortune.”

Abraxas nodded and left. He stood up and look at his window, wondering how he should spoil his beloved child. Today is the day he should do that. After all, he is a doting father. ‘Maybe, I should bring him to a toy store.’ His phone suddenly rings, it was Fenrir who called him.

“What is it?”

“Master I found a pig.” someone groans loudly. “Shut up!” He guessed he beat him up some more.

“What does he wants?”

“He proclaims little Harry’s uncle and wants to get him.” He sounds angry “Can I kill him?”

“Let him in.” ‘The filth wants to take his son from him. It’s a good thing Fenrir doesn’t know what a patient is. The call ended.

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“What do you mean I can’t enter? I’m here to take my nephew with me.” Vernon was so pissed at this idiot guard. He got out of the car and looked into the eyes of the guard who was taller than him.

“Who?” Fenrir wants to beat this fat man to kill his boredom.

“Harry! That freak child!” He shouts at him showing his bravery.

He punched Vernon in the face, kicked him hard in the abdomen, then grabbed his collar and continued to punch him in the face. Then, he harshly let him go.

“I’ll call my master, ok? You can relax there.” He took his phone and called his master.

“What is it?” His master sounds angry.

“Master, I found a pig.” Vernon groans loudly. “Shut up!” He kicked him again.

“What does he wants?”

“He proclaims little Harry’s uncle and he want to get him.” He kicked him again. “Should I kill him?”

“Let him in.” The call ended.

“You can stand on your right? Get up before I changed my mind.”

Vernon tried to stand up, but Fenrir kicked him again. ‘This beast will pay for this humiliation I felt.’ He got on his car and drove off, there were bruises on his face and a nosebleed. When he arrived, a maid was waiting for him and guides him to his master’s study room.

“Mr. Dursley, have a seat.” He smiled charmingly at him pointing to a chair near his desk.

“Your guard beat the shit out of me. The hell his problem?” He had hard time breathing.

“My apologies, I think he is just bored that’s why he did that.” It doesn't sound sorry at all.

‘The fuck? That beast just enjoying beat every guest who wants to enter here because he’s bored?’ He couldn’t believe that Mr. Riddle just let this happen to him.

“Let’s get down to business.” He leans forward. “So what brought you here?”

“I came here to take Harry with me.” He said as calmly as possible. He must maintain a good impression of this powerful man.

“Right,” he leans back. “How much for the boy?”

‘Surely, this filth would accept his offer right?’ He noticed that Vernon froze, his eyes widened.

“You’ll buy him?” He was shocked about this. It’s not likely the boy is worthy, but he has a fortune that belonged to them.

“He is not for sale.” He said nervously. He needs the boy until then.

“Are you certain?” He raises his eyebrow. “You can name your price.”

“R-really?” He widens his eyes at the offer. ‘He will say yes, after all, he is a greedy ugly pig.’ Thomas thought.

If he sold Harry to this man, he might not get rich. He doesn’t even know how much the boy had, they went to the lawyer but he just shut his mouth because it was in his will to not let anyone know how much. ‘Maybe that freak doesn’t have much.’ He wanted to say yes but he must get Petunia's permission.

“Don’t you want it?” He taunts Vernon.

“W-wait! I’ll ask first my wife.” He quickly stood up trying to convince Mr. Riddle not to change his mind.

Thomas just stares him with amusement.

“I’ll give you this week to decide.” He said flatly.

“I-I understand Mr. Riddle. Don’t worry I’ll give you my decision.” He’ll become rich if he sell that freak, it doesn’t matter how much fortune that boy had.

“Make it quick. I’m quite busy now.”

“O-okay I’ll go. But please don’t change your mind. I’ll convince my wife of your generous offer.”

With that, he quickly left the room.

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‘That was easy.’ He leans toward his chair with his feet on his table. He felt victorious. Suddenly, his door was opened again and he saw his child entered the room with a curious expression. He put down his feet.

“You called me Mr. Riddle?” Harry doesn’t understand why Tom’s father called him, he felt nervous.

“Yes, baby.” He smiled. “Come, closer love, don’t be afraid.” He signaled Harry to come closer.

Harry has no choice but to move closer to him. ‘He doesn’t seem bad like Uncle Vernon usually says.’ Thomas picks up Harry and settles him in his lap.

“I want to go somewhere today and I want you to come with me. Is it all right with you? I’ll buy you something nice.” He gently combs his son’s hair.

“Oh, ok! I’ll go with you.” Harry just agreed.

“You’re such a good boy.” He ruffles his son’s hair. ‘It feels nice to be called a good boy.’ Harry thought happily.

“But first,” he sounds serious this time and his son made a serious face, he chuckled a bit. ‘He is adorable.’

“You need to call me Papa.”

“Papa? Is that alright with you?’ He sounds hopeful.

He wants a Papa too, he felt envy whenever his uncle spoiling Dudley, he also wants to experience that too. This kind man wants to be his Papa like his new Mama. How can he say no to this? For once in his life, he wants to get selfish.

“Yes, I want you to call me Papa from now on.” He will spoil this son of his.

“I like that!” He said excitedly. ‘I have Tom, a Mama, and now I have a Papa. I’m so happy.”

He kissed his son’s temple, Harry giggled. He felt butterflies in his stomach.

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His Papa brought him to a toy store. It was paradise for kids. He was amazed at how many toys that shop has, it was everywhere.

“Do you like it?” His now Papa asks him.

“I like it! I’ve never seen so many toys in my life.” He can’t tear his gaze at the sight.

“Well then, what are you waiting for? Go on, pick whatever you like.” He encourages his son.

‘Kids at this age want toys, except Tom.’ He thought. His son fidgets, he felt nervous while looking at the shelves.

“I want to but I don’t have money.” He shows his Papa his empty hands. He wants a toy, a new one but he doesn’t have any money with him.

“Silly child,” he ruffles Harry’s hair. “Don’t worry about it, Papa’s here.” Proudly point his self, he takes Harry to the shelves.

“Take anything you want, Papa just wants you to be happy.” He smiled at his son.

“But I am happy without any toys.” Harry can’t help but smile at his Papa.

“Really? How so?”

“Because I have Tom, a Mama and now a Papa!” counting through hi tiny fingers and shows it to his Papa.

For the first time in his life, Thomas felt someone shoot an arrow at his heart. He can’t help but be amazed at how Harry’s happiness is very simple, so innocent. Other kids usually want material things and want everything. All Harry wanted was a family, which made him feel happy and satisfied. He will kill anyone if they try to take his son’s happiness.

“Come on my child. Take anything you want, don’t be shy.” He can’t help but smile.

In the end, Thomas is most likely to choose a toy that suits his son, because Harry doesn't know how toys such as robots or flying airplanes work. All he had toys, we’re used and broken, only small green soldiers and some crayons. Seeing that his son is happy, he is satisfied no matter what he gives him. Harry can’t help but felt nervous, but his Papa always told him that everything is fine.