Seeking for Fairy Godmother

After they finished buying his son’s toys, they went back to his car.

“So, where do you want to go next?” He started the car and drove away from the parking lot.

“Can we-“ Harry fidget from his seat. “Can we go to the amusement park, Papa?” he asked cutely.

“Sure baby. Just ask anything.” He sounded so proud that his son asked him.

“Really Papa?” He sounds excitedly. He really wants to go to the park, everyone says that place was magical. Maybe he can finally find his fairy godmother in there.

“Of course! Anything for you.” Harry can’t stop smiling and just giggles.

When they got to the amusement park, Harry was mesmerized. The place is full of joy and excitement. He can’t contain his happiness and jumped up and down while clapping his hands. There are many rides to choose from, different kinds of food, and games that will give you prizes if you win. Some mascots hold balloons and wave to some children to encourage them to have fun.

“Look child,” Thomas pointing at the Ferris Wheel “Do you want a ride?”

The moment he saw this place, it was noisy and crowded and most of all dirty. It was filled with annoying children and their parents simply let their brats run all over the place. In short, Thomas Riddle Sr. hates this place and just wants to watch how this filthy place burn down while sitting on his favorite chair and drink some hot chocolate with marshmallows. ‘That would be a good scene, maybe my wife will enjoy the view too.’ He thought evilly.

“Can we Papa?” His beautiful son said excitedly.

“We can darling,” then he took his child’s hand.

Harry can’t help but giggles and instead of walking, he keeps jumping. Thomas just focused on his son’s excitement instead of being annoyed by everything he sees when suddenly his son stops.

“What’s the problem? Don’t you like it here? ‘I will turn this place into ashes if my child doesn’t like it here.’

“That’s not it Papa.” He shakes his head.

Harry look at the near stall and saw a stuffed toy lion, it was big and fluffy. ‘Looks like this lion made for cuddles during at night.’ He suddenly wants it but he can’t ask his Papa, it would be too much. His Papa bought him plenty of toys and also he brought him here. He doesn’t realize that he stare too much at the stuffed lion.

“Do you want anything in there?” Thomas asks his child.

“No, I don’t want anything.” He shakes his head again while still staring.
He notices that his son was staring at the stuffed lion that was sat at the top of the shelves along with other useless toys. He ruffles his son’s hair and walks towards the stall.

“Do you want that one?” He points at the stuffed lion.

Harry looks down while biting his lips and shakes his head.

“Are you sure?”

“But Papa you already bought me many toys. I don’t really need it.” He felt ashamed and still looking on the ground.

“It’s alright darling, as I have told you before you need not worry about anything.” He walks towards the stall with his son.

“How much for that stuff lion?” He arrogantly asks the stall owner.

The owner sips his drink through a straw and intentionally makes a disgusting noise “you need to play to get that brave lion, sir.”

“Of course,” he’s not in the mood to argue with this filth.

Alright then,” the owner clapped his hands together. “You need to knock it down and it will be yours. Just step in the ‘X’ mark, brat.” He made fun of Harry and handed over the toy shotgun with cork bullets.

‘This filth dares to mock my son? I’ll show him no mercy.’ The owner was old and dirty as if he doesn’t know what ‘cleanliness’ is, while his stall was surprisingly spotless.

“Go on dear let’s show this old man that you can do it.” He pays first and then teaches his son how to operate the toy gun. “You just do it like this, it’s like hunting for a deer.”

Harry had a hard time following his Papa’s instructions, he had never held this kind of toy it was bigger than him, though it’s not heavy. ‘What’s with the ’hunting a deer’ means? But it’s a lion, not a deer,’ He shrugged, just listening to his father teach him to have a good time.

“That’s it dear,” he was crouching behind Harry whispered in his ears, “just concentrate and aim your prey.”

Harry nods and focused on the stuffed lion, and then his Papa told him to ‘shoot’. There was a cracking sound from the muzzle, hitting the plush lion. He jumped up happily and quickly pointed at his prize.

“Mister! I hit the lion,” Harry tugs his Papa’s pants and still pointing at the stuffed lion. “Papa, did you see that? I hit it! I won!” He says proudly.

“Awwww, you almost got it but unfortunately you lose.” He stuck his tongue out to Harry. He took pleasure watching Harry’s disappointed expression.
“Wait a minute,” Thomas objects, “he just hit it are you blind? You even saw that.” (He will blind the filth himself.)

“I said, ‘knock it down but you didn’t, so you didn’t win.” He looked at them triumphantly and stuck out his tongue again.

“Papa let’s just go.” He tries his best not to cry.

“That’s right off you go if you’re just going to cry like a baby.” He waved to Harry like a stray cat. He then looks at Thomas who's watching him calmly or so. “What? You wanna play or not? If not, fuck off.”

Harry went behind his Papa’s long legs hiding from a scary man, “it’s alright, Papa and it’s my fault because I didn’t follow your instructions carefully.” He felt ashamed because his Papa got scolded too.

Thomas looks at his son, “It’s alright sweetheart, Papa’s not mad at you.” ‘How dare this filth humiliate and insult his son right in front of him. Maybe, I will give him to Fenrir, he keeps asking me for a new playmate.’

“It’s my turn now dear,” he smiled lovingly at Harry and took the toy gun, then turns to the owner and gives him an icy smile then calmly pay him.

The owner suddenly felt there’s a sinister will happen sooner or later. There was something off with this man the moment he held the toy gun. He can’t tear away from his gaze from this man, it’s as if when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back. The way his eyes express was filled with dark promises such as ‘death’.

“You said earlier that if it’s ‘knock down’ it will be ours?”
“Y-yes sir, you’re right. If you knock it down, it's y-yours.” He just came back from reality. He shouldn’t mess up with the brat when his father is kind of dangerous. ‘Are they even related? They have nothing in common.’

‘Well then, here I go,” He held the gun professionally like he is used to it, then he points at the shelves where the lion was.

He knows the gun wasn’t pointing at him, but it felt like it was aiming at him, he wants to run but his legs refuse to move from where he stands.

Thomas was looking for a weak point, so he can get his son stuff lion, he found a loose nail that would come off if he aims it. He must not fail or his son will be sad and that wouldn't do good, he must fulfill his duty as a doting father to his beloved son. And he will make this filth pay the price. Then he shot and all the toys on the shelf fell to the ground.

“Papa, you did it! You’re amazing!” Harry jumps up and down and he hugged his Papa’s legs while laughing. “Papa, you won!”

“No dear,” Thomas throws the gun to the like trash then picks up his son. “We won.”

“We?” He tilts his head, “but I didn’t do anything.”

“You did something amazing.” He smiles at his son, “you give me courage dear child.”

Harry can’t help but hug his Papa and bury his face at his crooked neck. Harry can’t help but be in love with Tom, his Mama, and now his Papa. They were the first person who treats him special. How he hopes this will not end.

While his son was having a happy moment, he looks back again at the owner who was gaping like a fish.

“Now get your lion dear.” He puts down Harry then ran excitedly over to the stall to take his lion.

Thomas approached the man and gave him a warning smile. “Don’t worry, my beloved son only wants the lion and you can keep the remaining trash for yourself.” The owner was speechless for a while.

“Papa here I got it! It’s so big and fluffy.” It was slightly bigger than him but he didn’t mind at all because his Papa was trying his best to get it for him.

“Let’s put it away first so we can enjoy for the rest of the day.” He called his butler who was just tailing not far away from them and gave it to him, and then he grabs his son’s warm hands.

“Where would you like to go next, love?”

“Somewhere where we can both enjoy, I’m not sure Papa. It’s my first time in here.” His son isn’t only lovingly sweet but also considerate to others.

“Well then, why don’t we explore so we can at least know what we enjoy? How’s that sound?” Harry unintentionally gave his Papa the brightest smile he had.

Thomas almost had a heart attack, his son was the most adorable little thing, and hearing his pure laughter is like a sweet bell on the church (though he doesn’t go to church). Before they left, he turned again to the owner and gave him a sinister smile.

“Watch your back.” With that, they left him.

“What’s that Papa?” His innocent child asked him.

“Nothing my dear, let’s just enjoy this beautiful day.” Throughout the day Harry’s smile didn’t disappear while holding his Papa’s hands, and he felt safe than he ever been.