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Chapter IV
–Torture–
Tuesday, June 27, 1995
Harry returned to classes that day. It was tiring considering the lack of sleep he had, but fortunately he had the afternoon off. As he didn't have any more classes, Harry took the afternoon to sleep. He couldn't wait to return to Tom that night. Would the boy remember him this time?
Friday, June 27, 1930
Tom was sick when Harry arrived and so Harry stayed all night, changing the wet rag on Tom's forehead to try to make his fever go down. The boy didn't show any sign of knowing Harry that night but he also didn't show any sign of knowing Martha either. The woman had smiled sadly at Harry when he arrived and had told him that Tom had been like this for a while. Harry wished that he could do more than just trade Tom's wet rag, but without any medication there was nothing he could do.
"Serpens?" Harry looked at Martha as the woman re-entered the room to change the water. "I promise you that I won't let him die when you leave."
Harry looked at Tom's weak body and put his face in his arms. He started to cry. Harry had never felt so helpless. Watching his Tom like this was plain torture. He wanted to bring the boy with him to Madam Pomfrey but he couldn't and that hurt him more than anything else.
Seeing Tom only once a year and for only one night was torture because Tom was growing up. He could die during that year and there was nothing Harry could do.
After a few hours, Harry felt a hand touch his hair. Harry raised his head from his arms on the bed to see Tom look at him feebly.
"You're Serpens." The boy said huskily.
"Hello Tom." Harry answered back, grabbing his hand and pulling it to his cheek.
The boy smiled weakly.
"Mawtha said you'd come."
"I'm here. And when I return you better be all right. Do you understand?"
Tom nodded.
"Snake." The boy said, pointing to the closet by the corner of the door.
Harry stood, dropping the hand and went to pick the plush from inside the closet. He returned, giving the boy his plush.
The boy smiled and hugged the plush to his chest before Harry was pulled away. Harry never felt so weak.
(TBC)