He guys, sorry it's been a while. I've been having writer's block. It sucks, and I apologize for the wait, and I'm sorry that it's a bit short. It's a bit of a filler chapter, and hopefully things will get more interesting after this, but I'm not guaranteeing anything. Hope you all enjoy this short chapter anyway, and let me know what you think!

Chapter 5

Tom was kneeling beside the bed, gently stroking Harry's hair. He was inwardly seething. How dare they do this to a child! He knew that both Severus and Lucius were shocked by his display of affection. He wasn't a caring man most of the time, unless you were one of the rare few that managed to get passed his cold exterior, and see him for who he truly was.

He rarely allowed himself to get close to others. His childhood taught him that most people didn't care about anyone but themselves. When he got hurt, no one bothered to care, no one asked him if he needed any help. The orphanage was Hell. He wasn't sure how else to describe it. He had his magic to protect him, but sometimes that wasn't enough.

Harry was similar to him in so many ways. He felt connected to this child, and caring for him felt so natural that he didn't bother to question it. Protecting Harry was something that he wanted to do, so that he would never have to experience this type of abuse ever again. Tom knew that he couldn't protect him from everything, but he knew that he would do everything in his power to give him a good childhood because he never wanted Harry to have a childhood that he was deprived of.

Severus got over his shock at Tom showing affection to this child, and grabbed a fever reducer. He fed Harry the potion, gently massaging his throat so he would swallow them. Harry whimpered, but he didn't wake up. The poor child must be pain, but hopefully the potion would kick in soon so his fever would go down.

This child, Harry, looked so young. How could anyone do this to a child? The Matron was going to have an angry Tom after her. Hell, even he and Lucius were going to make her pay, because she was a monster in their eyes.

Lucius stared at Tom, not quite sure if he believed what he was seeing. Tom rarely tolerated others, especially children. Lucius thought it was because Tom was unsure how to act around children, and he knew that whenever a child was afraid of him it hurt Tom on a deep level, but he hid it well. He did work at Hogwart's after all, but he knew that Tom cared. He could tell that Tom cared deeply about Draco, and Draco was one of the few rare children that wasn't afraid to get close to Tom. Draco even asked Tom to read him bedtime stories, and to play children's games with him. Lucius would sometimes feel a bit jealous when Draco had Tom play with him or read to him, but he knew that Tom was secretly happy whenever Draco asked him to do those things, so his jealousy slowly disappeared.

"We should take him back to the manor, and call a medic. I can only give him a fever reducer as I'm not entirely sure what is wrong with him," said Severus.

"I agree, but what will we do about that horrid woman?" Lucius asked, gesturing to the door, where Matron was still stunned.

"We'll take her with us to make sure she never harms another child," Tom said coldly.

Lucius looked to Severus who was glaring daggers at the door. Sighing, Lucius went to go retrieve the Matron.

"What about the other children here?" Severus asked.

Tom knew that he shouldn't hold a grudge against children. It was difficult, because these children reminded him of the children that bullied him while he was at the orphanage. Tom let out a quiet sigh and said, "Take them to one of our orphanages, the living conditions are better there, and the staff that are in charge of those orphanage's actually care about the children first and foremost."

Severus couldn't prevent a scowl that formed on his face. He disliked dealing with children, and he saw Tom was looking at him with some amusement. Glaring at him, Severus spun around and left the room with his robes billowing behind him. Tom hoped that Severus wouldn't traumatize those children; he traumatized enough of them at Hogwarts.

Still stroking Harry's hair through his fingers, Tom looked at Harry's sweating face. Harry looked so fragile, but he knew that Harry had fire. He saw that aspect of this child's personality in his dream. What he didn't understand was why he saw him in a dream to begin with. Just how was he connected to this child?

Tom was asking himself that question when he brushed Harry's bangs away from his forehead and saw a scar that looked like a lightning bolt. Tom's breathing stopped and his eyes widened in surprise.

It just couldn't be...

Could it?

So I just revised this chapter so it will have less errors. I'll be going through my previous chapters as well. Enjoy!