Seeking for Fairy Godmother

“Where’s my baby?” She asked one of the maids who was cleaning in the hallway.

“Little Harry? He was with young master Tom, they went to his room.” Everyone in the household knew about their masters and mistress obsession with little Harry.

It’s a good thing that they meet little Harry otherwise the three of them would likely run wild and kill anyone who opposes them. There was this one time when someone insulted the young master, both his master and mistress maimed him in front of the young master without any mercy. Now, they are focusing on making little Harry happy and making him spoiled. Their masters and mistress were unlikely affectionate to little Harry and only to little Harry. But if someone tries to make little Harry sad, they would likely end up like the man they maimed, or even worst.

“We should go there immediately,” they hastily walk towards Tom’s room “what if he does something horrible things to my precious son?” Thomas can’t help but worried.

The way their masters acted towards little Harry was quite cute and funny, it was unlikely behavior they have. With this, they decided to protect little Harry at all costs, after all, he was a beautiful treasure admired by their master.

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“Come here, Harry,” as Tom guide Harry to sit on a chair, “sit still and relax.”

“Yeah, I had fun at the park! Tom, it was magical!” as Harry was telling Tom his story, Tom was kneeling in front of him, and he takes off Harry’s shoes and socks.

“Tom, what are you doing?” He asks Tom curiously.

“Oh nothing, I just want to do something for you.” He squeezed his little feet gently.

“What is it?” he cutely tilts his head.

“You seem tired, and I was thinking to give you a massage.” He gently began to massage his feet.

“Tom? Is it really necessary? I mean you don’t have to do that.” No one has ever done this to him, and he's kinda nervous.

“Nnnngh… Toooom it hurts a little.” Tom looks at him and just smirk.

“Relax yourself dear one, I’ll be gentle.” He squeezes his heel part and used his thumb to massage the bottom of his foot.

“Tooooom, there! It feels good in there.” Harry can’t help but moan in delight.

“Glad to hear that, love.” Tom tries to calm himself down not to pounce at Harry after hearing such a sweet voice.

“It feels so good. This is the first time someone has done this to me.” It was nice of Tom to do this.

“Then starting this day onwards, we’ll do this every time you want it.” His other hand was slowly creeping upwards his knee and gently squeezes, then continue to go higher.

“Really?” Tom is good at everything, he is lucky to have Tom as his friend, he never had a friend because of his cousin, and maybe Tom wouldn’t mind if they would be the best friend, right?

Thomas and Merope, who were listening silently on the other side, turned pale when they heard their conversation.

“Oh dear” Thomas was trying his best to calm down and not wanting to break the door. “He's doing something with my son!”

“What shall we do?” Merope was panicking.

Both of them are fighting for a handle to try to open the door. When they finally opened it, they were ready to scold Tom for trying to harass their innocent child, but all they saw was Tom giving Harry a foot massage.

“And what unholy things are you trying to do to my baby?” Merope asks Tom suspiciously.

“I’m just massaging his feet because he was tired,” Tom defended himself.

“Is that so? Why do I feel something is off?” Thomas will severely punish Tom if he did something.

“Whatever you say, father,” he ignored them both and continues massaging Harry’s foot.

Harry was looking at them worriedly. ‘Are they fighting because of me?’ he thought.

“What’s wrong, darling?” His Papa walk towards him and was followed by his Mama.

“Are you fighting? I’m sorry” Harry looked at her “Mama, it wasn’t Papa’s fault, and it’s my fault because I ask too much. Please don’t fight.”

“My love,” Merope lifts Harry and hugged him tightly ignoring Tom’s displeasure “hush now, it’s not your fault, dearest.” She kissed his forehead.

“And who’s said we’re fighting?” Thomas uses this opportunity and hugged Merope from behind, showing Harry they aren’t fighting at all.

“You’re not?” he was hoping that everything is fine.

“That’s very unlikely for us to fight,” both of them cheerfully told Harry, and didn’t notice Tom only rolled his eyes at his parents lie. ‘Not in front of him, of course!’ the three of them have the same thought.

“Oh,” he was relieved upon hearing this, “I’m glad” Harry gave them his sweetest smile.

The three of them went blind as of the moment. Harry is their precious sunshine, and they will do everything they can to keep that smile.

“Now that settles,” Tom got irritated at his parents for violating his rights over to his Harry. “Aren’t you two having something better to do?” He crossed his arms on his chest.

“Right, we need to do something, dear” Thomas took Harry from her embrace and kisses him on the cheek, and put him back on the chair.

“I’ll start making dinner,” and gave Tom ‘the looks’ “you do something to Harry, I’ll make you regret it,” she hisses at Tom.

“Of course, mother” he smiled innocently at his parents.

“Can I help with the dinner, Mama?” Harry at least wanted to make himself useful.

“Oh baby, you just rest and leave everything to us. Don’t worry Mama’s going to make the best dinner for you.”

“But I want to help, I know how to cook.” Harry offered his help to his Mama.

“It’s alright,” Thomas agrees his wife “no need to pressure yourself too much.”

“But-“ before Harry can argue with them, they already left the room.

“They’re right love, don’t push yourself too much.”

Harry gasps loudly, and his eyes went wide. How could he forget this? He was having a good time and forgot about Tom’s feelings. What if Tom already hates him and it is too late to correct it?

“Tom?” He doesn’t want Tom to hate him.

“What is it, my love?” He was taking his time putting back his shoes.

“Tom, is it alright with you that I call your parents Mama and Papa?”

There was this one time when he was about two and called his aunt ‘Mama’ and uncle ‘Papa’, she slapped Harry and his uncle beat him and called him ‘freak’, then throw him to his cupboard. It was painful to think that it made him cry. His cousin mention this topic always to mock him.

“It's fine, my love,” he can feel his little love was about to cry, “whatever you call them, I don’t mind” he took his tiny hands to his.

“Really?” Harry looked Tom in the eye.

“Yes,” he smiled at him and went back to his business, “and besides, you’ll end up here whether you like it or not,” he mumbles softly.

“Did you say something, Tom?”

“Nothing, dearest,” he smiled innocently at his Harry.

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“AHHHHHH!” When someone broke one of his fingers, the man shouted in pain. “Please stop!” he sobbed painfully “I’m begging you.” His voice has become hoarse.

He was tortured for hours and asked the other person to stop, but he wouldn’t listen to him. Some of his teeth were forcibly pulled out without any anesthesia, his fingers were broken one by one, and his toes were cut off. His face was being punched again in the face until it swelled up. He was sitting at the chair, which held him tightly as if there’s no chance of escaping from this hellish torture.

“STOOOOOPPPP!!!” A woman beside him screamed, who had the same faith as him.

The man who tortured them was ruthless, showing them no mercy. ‘Sup playthings! My name’s Fenrir, and let’s have some fun!’ that’s how he introduces himself first then tortured them. He doesn’t know if they had a chance to survive.

“Please let me go I promise I won’t tell the police about this. I swear!” He is at least trying to convince him.

Fenrir laughs at his offer, and before he could continue to torture them the door from the chamber suddenly opened, and two figures came inside. Even in their terrible state, they can recognize them it was the Riddle!

“Master! Mistress! You’re just in time!” He said it in a sing-song tone, “just as I promised, I didn’t kill them.” He gave them a shark-like smile.

“It smells horrible in here as usual,” Merope took her handkerchief and cover it in her nose.

“Did you have fun with your new toys?” Thomas asked Fenrir while looking at the two pathetic pigs.

“Why, Thomas?” Myrtle cried while looking at Thomas, her beloved, her King. “I didn’t do anything!”

“Silence you insolence,” Merope huffed in annoyance “You dare insult, my sweet baby, right in front of me?”

“What baby? That ugly freak?” She yelled at Merope, “he wasn’t even your son!” Merope slapped her, pulled her hair, and forced her to look into her eyes.

“Did I hear that correct? NOT MY SON?” She looks at Thomas who was amused by her wife's actions, “did you hear that dear? He’s not our son and called him ‘freak’?”

“Oh?” The cold response gave Fenrir a signal and walk excitedly towards Myrtle. “Remove her tongue.”

Myrtle was frightened by the coldness of her love. ‘How can Thomas do this to me?’ Before she could protest, Fenrir grabbed her face and forced her to open her mouth.

“Would you do the honor, mistress?” Fenrir seems excited.

“I would love to, but I can’t dirty my hands,” Merope smugly looks at her clean hands, “I have to cook dinner for my sweet baby, I promised him delicious food, and I don’t want it to be spoiled.” Her husband just laughed at the background

“Come now, dear,” Thomas guided his wife out of the door, “by the way, Fenrir before I forgot,” he looks back at the three people in the room.

“Be sure you’re taking good care of your toys,” then he gave them an evil smirk, “so they would last, unlike the last time.” With that, both of them left the room with satisfaction.

There was a sound that was painfully echoing in the darkest place where there’s no escape from the pit of hell.