I don't own HP. Hello! A new chapter, the only reason i'm updating so quickly is because there's no school :)
No smut (sorry).

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Umbrella

He was suffocating.

He could hardly breathe.

He was sobbing.

His hair was in ruins.

His eyes were bloodshot.

His lips were chapped.

He looked around the destroyed room with his dull eyes.

His heart was broken.

Flashback

"How could you…"

"It was a mistake Harry, "

"That doesn't make it right! I was only gone for 3 months Tom! You've been gone for longer and I..I'd..n..never—did…did you like it Tom? To f-feel…s-someone else's lips?" A sob escaped the distressed man,"T—the…I-I t-thought…I was enough,"

The broken man saw from the corner of his eyes his lover's mouth close and open but no sound escaped. There was no heartfelt confession, no comforting embraces, no apologetic kisses, no—"

The raven haired wizard took a deep breath to calm himself

"I'm leaving, maybe we can…I don't know..but I…I can't handle this now,"

Harry took the risk and looked into Tom's eyes, they were cold.

End of Flashback

Harry Potter Pov

It's been a week now and I still haven't forgotten that fateful day or the solid mask Tom wore. He promised he would never show that face to me. I honestly believed him, he promised I was the only one allowed o see the vulnerable side of him that no one ever saw.

I guess promises are made to be broken.

I still haven't let go, it's harder than I thought. I would drown myself with the memories of happy times during the day while drinking firewhiskey. During the night, I would be haunted with nightmare of Tom's hard eyes before he left me.

I think the neighbors are getting concerned of my swollen eyes and the black circles under them. I'm living in a muggle village; it felt nice to escape from magic for a little while. The people were all very nice and polite, I didn't have much close friends but I wouldn't just want to leave the few acquaintances I had without any explanation.

At first, I had considered going over to Ron and Hermoine's. But what would I say? You were right? Our love wasn't strong enough? I didn't want to hear I told you so from Ron and definitely didn't want to face Hermoine's eyes filled with pity.

While I was packing, I found I didn't have much to pack. Even though we were living together, there was nothing that was both ours. There were no pictures to pack, no anything; it felt like our love didn't even exist. I was done within five minutes, everything else was all Tom's…there was never anything that was deserved to be rightfully called mine.

Today, I went outside and cried a little with the rain. Cold and shivering, I sat on the wet bench in the park.

Gazing down at my clasped hands, I was about to start weeping again but the stop of raindrops upon my already soaked jacket startled me. I looked up to see a face.

"Hello,"

The girl looked normal; she, unlike me was wearing a raincoat and was holding an umbrella. I looked up and realized she was covering me with the black umbrella; the color was a striking contrast to the blur of gloomy green trees and the gray clouds.

"Hello," my eyes widened by hearing the roughness of my voice but the girl didn't seem to mind.

"I love the rain, it's so soothing. Don't you think?" Her voice astounded me, to hold so much joy and cheer.

And for the first time since Tom, I smiled. We didn't talk much after but her presence soothed me, it didn't extinguish the grief that was still inside me…but I was able to ignore it, even if it was just for a moment.

XXX

It's been days since I've last seen her. It's always been sunny, so I just stayed in my apartment, it felt like the right thing to do. But on Tuesday, it started to rain. The neighbors must of thought I was barmy to voluntary go out in the rain but I stayed inside and moped while the sun was out. I grabbed a jacket and headed to the park.

Sitting on the same bench was the same exact girl with the same exact smile. I cautiously sat next to her and she scooted closer bringing the umbrella over our heads.

"Hello,"

"Hi,"

An awkward silence settled over us.

"I just got back from work. It really is quite fun," I didn't know what to say to that, I never really worked but from other's opinion, work always seemed hectic or boring. I always saw muggles with their head down low and a frown on their face as they carried a bag and made their way into the tall fancy building in the middle of Main Street, "I'm leaving for another country soon," I froze. She seemed almost nonchalant, like our conversation was the most usual she had. It wouldn't be surprising if it was, she reminded me of a my good friend named Luna, people would make fun of her but she always ignored the scathing comments.

She knew what was right and she enjoyed life despite some of the hateful people living in it.

"Oh, that's nice," I responded awkwardly. I felt sad that I was going to be without company but on the other hand, I really didn't know her that well to be sorrowful.

"You should go back too," I was about to question her but she cut me off.

"You know...back home,"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, you shouldn't run from your problems," She looked at me with her dark brown hair fluttering from the breeze, "Whenever you feel like crying, just take comfort from the rain. The skies are crying with you," she beamed at me with a wistful grin.

I didn't know what else to say so we just listened to the pitter patter of the raindrops on the concrete. I was broken out of my daze as the girl stood up, "Well I should get going," the umbrella rose with her and I shivered as I felt the cold rain land on my bare neck.

"Yeah, thanks," she gave a nod and stuck out her hand with the umbrella. Taking pity on my confused face she said, "Take it," Speechless, I reached out and grabbed the umbrella handle.

Huh, it was wood, that's unusual. Then a light bulb went off in my head, I whipped my head up and spoke, "Hey, wait. What's your na-"

I was left staring into emptiness. The girl was already long gone. I thought I saw the distant blurb of a person walking in the far distance, but perhaps it was only my imagination. My eyebrows drew together in frustration and I looked down at the umbrella. Just at the end of the stick, a single word was carved on there. Maybe it was her name, or just something to cheer me up, I really didn't worry too much about it.

My callused fingers traced the smooth indent on the wood.

Hope

My heart fluttered for a moment. Something was growing inside me...I wonder what it is?

XXX

Going back to the wizarding world was almost as hard as leaving the wizarding world. Honestly, Ron and Hermoine almost killed me but in the end they grudgingly bought the excuse of me just being busy and forgetting to contact them. I assured them I was fine and there was no need to worry. Typical Hermoine of course invited me to dinner at the Burrow, who was I to refuse? She glared at me with daggers in those fierce brown eyes, even Ron had a hand clasped on my back. Unable to escape, I showed up at the warm Burrow full of hyper rehheads. Tired of the commotion and happiness at the Burrow, I made an excuse and headed back. The Weasleys never interacted with Tom so they probably didn't even know I moved out. I twitched every time one of them would casually mention Tom when conversing. No one noticed my hand clenched in a fist under the table.

It still hurt.

However, I felt brave for a moment and I decided to go back to our home and just see what it's like. I don't know what I was thinking.

I knew I would cry. I knew there would be pain. I knew how hard it'll be to leave again. But I still went.

Maybe it's the fact that it was raining or maybe it's because I was holding onto the black umbrella. The rain made me feel better, like it was also feeling my pain and sorrow.

When I saw my — his home, I felt the tears really start to come, I didn't stop it. I raised my hand to take off my glasses but before I could wipe off the residue of the raindrops from which trickled down the edge of the umbrella, I heard the snap of a twig behind me. I whirled around almost losing my grip on the wooden handle. Immediately my heart started to warm again despite the freezing rain.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

Tom

His arms were shaking...his knees were wobbling. There was water dripping down his cheeks and I couldn't tell if it was the rain or actual tears. He'll probably sneer at me and say it was just from the rain if I asked. I watched as the one who I still loved opened his mouth and mouthed the two words that broke me down.

I'm sorry

The tears were coming faster now, I walked closer to Tom, and it felt like an eternity before I was close enough to look into those eyes. I let out a gasp and almost dropped my umbrella as Tom scooped me up into his arms. I felt complete, his breath hitting my neck, his hand ghosting over my back. Despite the sound of the rain, I could hear Tom's whispering.

I'm sorry

I'll never do it again

I don't deserve you

Forgive me

I love you

I looked into the tortured eyes of Tom Riddle and saw desperation, fear, and love.

"I...I love you too," I whispered and leaned forward to bestow my lover a wet kiss that tasted like the clear fresh rain.

"Welcome home Harry,"

So under the black umbrella, two wizards confessed their love to each other and made a promise to never leave one another.

Five years later, Tom got down on his knees in the pourig rain and proposed to his Harry under the same exact umbrella.

And when their first child suffered her first heartbreak, Harry gave her the same umbrella and told her to take a walk and just take comfort from the rain.

The skies will hear you cry and weep with you.

XXX

The ending may seem a bit rushed, but i assure you, Tom definitely had some work to do for his and harry's relationship to be normal again. i really don't like it when forgiveness is given too easily so in my mind Tom had suffered somewhat after Harry came back. i just chose to not put it in this oneshot. Anyway, hope you liked it and please review! Tell me what you think and what to improve on!