Seeking for Fairy Godmother

“You’re reading that?” Tom stands in front of Harry, who was lying down on the floor.

“Uh-uh,” without looking up to him. “I have the same one back at my aunt’s house, but that one is kind of old, but I love that.” He sounded sad.

“What’s wrong, my love?”

“It’s not like I don’t like it here, actually I love it in here, but-” he sits up and looks up to Tom “Tom … Can I go back?”

For a moment, Tom was furious. Why would he go back in that hell hole? Is it because his love isn’t enough? What does he want? Should he burn that house along with those filthy pigs so that Harry wouldn’t go anywhere but here with him?

“Why would you go back in there?” sounded like a warning.

“But Tom, I think I don’t belong in here. I think I have overstayed here.” Tom seems to want to murder someone that made Harry flinched back, but Tom pulled his arm towards him.

“Do you think I would allow you to do that?” He unconsciously gripped hard, “Do you think you could run away from me?” he growled.

“Oh, dear,” he smiled warningly, “You’re not going anywhere.” Harry was scared, and he saw Tom got so mad.

“S-sorry,” he looks down in shame “I didn’t mean to make you mad.” Tom softens as he hears his love's distress. He used his other hands to grab his back and pull him up.

“My love,” Tom pressed their bodies together, “don’t you dare think little of yourself. You belong here with me.”

“I belong in here?” Harry asked hopefully, and Tom smiled at him and pressed their foreheads. “Of course you are. You’re the only one.” He then moves his hand that was holding his arm to his cheek and rubbing it lovingly.

“Only for me,” he was about to kiss him, then he heard someone cough.

“Ahem-,” He gritted his teeth as he looks at the pest who interrupts his moments with his beloved, “that’s very sweet of you, young master,” one of Harry’s maid. She was right behind Harry, with a smug look on her face.

“There you are little Harry, we are about to make some snacks. Would you like to help?” She rubs her cheeks against Harry’s while hugging him from behind. She lifts him and coos at him, “Would you like to help your big sisters? I know you would!” in a baby’s voice, and walks away leaving a frustrated young master behind.

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“So, where’s the freak? I’m bored, and I would like to play.” Piers, his best friend and one of the freak’s bully.

“He’s not here, mom left him at the Riddle.” he nervously said.

“Is that true, that all of them are dangerous? Dad told me not to get involved with them especially their son.”

Dudley nods hastily and whispers to him, “that’s true, Tom always hurts me whenever we went there with my mom.” Pierce showed an unbelievable expression.

“Here, I’ll show you something.” He opened his shirt and showed him his body that was covered with some obvious scars and some faded bruises. “He did this every time we went there.”

“Have you ever told your mom or dad?” Piers went pale, and Dudley continues.

“Tom told me they wouldn’t believe it, but-“ it gave him chills whenever he remembers of what has Tom did him. “I told them many times, but they just shrugged it off and told me that I’m clumsy and it wasn’t Tom’s fault. They don’t believe me.”

“That’s horrible!” Piers yelled.

“Sometimes, he would order those rabid dogs to chase me around, and I don’t have a choice but to run for my life.” He gulped down, “if he’s not in the mood to do anything with me, he would order some of his servants to lock me up in the stinky stables, and I’d rather be there because then he won’t do anything bad to me.”

“That’s scary, Dudley” he nods at him. “Why won’t you fight back? I’m guessing you’re bigger than him.”

“I did once, but he beat me instead, and I thought he would rip off my arm.” Pierce flinched, and the knock on the door made them startled and screamed.

“Who could that be?” They paused for a moment, then there was another knock on the door, and Dudley stood up and opened the door. He remembered that his father had to work all day, and his mother had to do something.

“Yes, who is it?” The moment he opened the door, the first thing he saw was the familiar amber eyes that haunt him in his dreams every night.

“Step aside Pig,” Dudley panicky step aside as Tom went inside the house along with his butler. He looked around with an expression of disgust. “You call this a house? Well, it suits you.”

“W-why are you here, Tom? Mom and dad aren’t here.” He asked nervously.

“Tell me where’s Harry’s room, and I shall be on my way.” Dudley didn’t know what to do if he would tell him that the freak lived in the cupboard or just pretend he doesn’t know, but Tom would know if he was lying. It wouldn’t do well if he does that, but still, what does he wants from the freak’s room?

“I don’t have all day for you to answer my simple question.”

“Dudley? Who is it?” Piers asked him, “So this is, Tom?” Tom raised his eyebrow. “You’re afraid of him, this spoiled brat?” He laughed and was about to scare him off, but Dudley stops him. “Stop it, Piers!”

“At least you grow some brains Pig, the least you could do is teach this filth some manners.” Piers looked at Dudley, but he only bowed in shame at Tom’s remarks.

“What did you say?” he was about to attack him but Dudley once again stops him, “don’t do it, Piers!” Pierce stopped and glanced at the butler, who looked at them with a funny look.

“Go on then,” Tom looked at Barty, “he won’t interfere with us,” Barty took that cue and step back.

Piers throw his right fist towards Tom’s face But Tom was very clever, reads his childish behavior, and then leaned to his right to avoid. He mirrors Piers's move but instead, to punch him in the face he aims at his solar plexus. Piers hit the ground and coughed violently, almost blocking it out.

“Must I ask you twice?” He steps over on Piers to come close with Dudley, “or do you prefer to what happen to this filth?” Dudley had no choice but to point at the little door under the staircase.

Tom sneers back at him and walks towards the cupboard. He tries to open it, but it won’t budge, he then notices a padlock that was holding the door close. “Where’s the key, Pig?”

“I-I don’t know,” he crouches down to at least help his passed-out friend. He looks at Tom and saw him in a murderous look, “u-usually dad has the key and I don’t know where he usually hides it.”

He snapped his fingers and then step aside, and he let Barty open the door, and he kicked it open with his foot. He step inside the dark and dusty cupboard, then Barty found a small light bulb inside and turned it on. All he could see inside the cupboard was an old brownish mattress which would likely be once pure white, a tattered blanket that wouldn’t make someone warm during the cold days, and some broken toys that can't be play anymore. It was dark, cold, and lonely. It was weird that he could feel his beloved misery life and he can’t help but feel sorrowful, which was the first time he felt pity for others. But his beloved isn’t ‘others’ but the love of his

He started to search at the cupboard, he hopes that those pigs didn’t touch it or else he would personally cut off their hands in a brutal way. He kept searching everywhere even though his suit might get dirt, but he didn’t care for as long as he found it, then everything doesn’t matter. Barty, on the other hand, was concerned about his young master, he wants to help to search, but his young master was determined to look for something on his own, so he let it be.

“Found it,” he said calmly, “What is it, young master?” Barty asks curiously.

“My love’s favorite book,” he held it with care, it was old but the pages are intact. “Let’s get out of here before I might murder someone.” He walks out of the room and looks at Dudley who was trying to wake up the filth.

“Now Pig, the next time we will meet, it would be the end of your entire pathetic family.” He gave him a warning before he left them both in distress. Dudley can’t help but crying in relief at the same time crying for his life.

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“TOM!” Harry runs towards Tom excitedly, “where have you been? We made some snacks, do you want it?”

“I would gladly eat anything you made,” he smiles charmingly. All his anger had washed away upon seeing his beloved beautiful smile.

Harry giggles, and it’s like the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. “Let’s go, Tom!” “Before that, here I have a gift for you,” he gave Harry something that was beautifully wrapped.

“What’s this?” He tilted his head cutely, then opened it. He gasped hard, his eyes widened, and he saw his most precious thing, He hugged his treasure tightly and looked at Tom in tears.

“Tom, how did you-“ *hiccups* “how did you get it?” he held the book like a desperate child holding his blanket when someone try to take it away.

“It doesn’t matter,” he pulled his love towards him, and now they’re closer than ever. “Did you like it?”

“I love it, Tom!” He tries to hug him even though he’s small, “Thank you, Tom!” Tom takes this as a cue, then he leans forward to kiss him, but someone puts a hand on his head. Again, why some idiot would try to ruin every happy moment he had with his beloved.

“Oh dear, you must be famished, young master?” It’s her again, damn her. “Let’s go little Harry, everyone is in there.” She shoves Tom away and tickles Harry as they walk towards the garden den.

Well, in the least his beloved wouldn’t think to go back in that filth again. He should start thinking about what should he do to them and take avenge for his beloved.