Tom knew it was going to be a shit day when he woke up. Hera was not bouncing on his bed, and it was almost eight in the morning. It was no surprise that breakfast was soggy oatmeal and soggier toast. And Hera wasn't there. Matron said she was ill with something. Presumably from when they went to town. Tom felt bad, he really did, but at the same time, he also was a little angry at her. She was stuck in her room all day, and he couldn't visit her. The two hadn't gone a day without seeing each other since Hera had arrived.

Tom went back into his room, anticipating a day of reading the lone books that still lived in his room. He didn't even have the book Hera had just purchased. There was a slight noise from the inside of his dresser and he jumped, before running over to it and pulling the doors open. Inside was Hera. A Hera who was sweaty and looked a little ill, but Hera nonetheless.

Her power washed over him, telling him that it was okay, that she was fine. Hera had her new book as well, so they could read it as the day passed.

Many hours later, footsteps were heard by Hera, coming up the stairs to his room. He quickly ushered Hera back into the dresser and layed back on his bed, feet ankles crossed and book at the ready. He looked to all like he had been reading for hours, shifting positions to make himself more comfortable every few minutes.

A man walked in the door, and Tom narrowed his eyes. A new doctor had not been called in for a long time. Was it possible that they had found that Hera was in his room? No. Impossible. He lifted his head to the man and said,

"Who are you?" His voice left no room for argument, and the man replied, his voice soft, as though talking to a wild animal,

"I am Albus Dumbledore," Tom shook his head slightly,

'More like Dumb old door' He thought, eyes lifting to give the impression he was paying attention, "The matron has not sent in a new doctor in a while," Tom started, eyes never leaving Dumbledore's face, " She seems to think that all of my sociopathic tendencies have gone away no that Hera is here," Dumbledore looked a little perturbed, most likely thinking that Tom was a normal child. The old man smiled once more,

"Tom, you need not fear," God, this guy was speaking to Tom like he was an invalid chipmunk, "I am not a dok...tor," he sounded the words out as if they were foreign, "I am from a school , a school for magic," He looked straight at Tom, as if looking at his soul,

"You can do things Tom, things that other children can't," Tom narrowed his eyes, this man either was stalking them, or he had powers like this too. The man continued,

"I am like you Tom, I am different," The word hung in the air, weighted down with the meaning it held,

"Prove it," Tom stated, his voice cold with disbelief. Moments later, the wardrobe Hera was hiding in caught on fire. His eyes widened, and Dumbledore, unknowing of the child inside the burning wardrobe, said,

"Tom, it seems like something inside there is trying to get out," Tom looked at him as though he were insane, but Dumbledore continued,

"Why don't you see what it is," His voice was patronizing, he felt like a small child, and Tom hated it. There was a faint rattling inside the wardrobe, and the doors opened. Hera stepped out of it, the hem of her dress slightly burnt,

"Why," she started, voice colder than it had any right to be, "Did you make the wonderful decision," She took a step closer to Dumbledore, eyes fiery, "To set a child's wardrobe on fire when all of their worldly possessions were in there?" her voice shook with anger, and Tom sent a wave of his power to calm her down. She shot a look at him, but looked slightly relieved.

"For all you know, that fire could have destroyed every single," With every word she spoke, Hera took a step towards Dumbledore and Tom took two steps away, "Item that he owned," Hera's voice went beyond cold, beyond sharp, and then, the dam broke.

The springtime Tom was so used to, the springtime that he loved was gone. In its place was a fiery summer that shriveled up every plant, that melted homes and killed people. In its place was a raging inferno of pure fury that stretched for miles in every direction. Dumbledore scooted back on the chair he was sitting in, fear in his eyes. This power that Hera held could destroy nations. It could bring the world to its knees, and Dumbledore was worried that he already had alienated the child.

Tom ran over to Hera and caught her as she fell, body exhausted from the fury and the power drain. He wrapped his arm around her, and decided that it was his time to shine. He pushed out his power, his anger crackling, but less so than Hera. She was always so volatile and everything she did was warm, her anger would burn, and her joy would boil over. Tom was the opposite. Everything he did was cold. When he became happy, his cold demeanor melted a little, but his eyes never truly lost the ice that filled them.

With the cold of his anger taking over, Tom put Hera down on the chair by his desk. He turned to Dumbledore,

"You could have killed her," were the only words that left his mouth. They were quiet and felt like he was slipping a knife into the old man's skin. A feeling of immense power washed over him as Dumbledore took a step back. Tom flared his magic even more, letting a cold fear wrap around Dumbledore,

"Like Hera said, Mr. Dumbledore," Tom practically inhaled the discomfort Dumbledore was emitting, "You could have burned all of my worldly possessions. How would you feel if you did that?" Tom put the most angelic face in he could, and Dumbledore fell for it.

He looked down, his cheeks slightly pink, from anger or embarrassment, Tom didn't know. He apologized, and gave Tom a letter. He then explained all about the wizarding world and the many things he would need to buy so he would succeed in school. Tom smiled,

"I will not need any assistance with getting any of my supplies, thank you," Dumbledore narrowed his eyes,

"You are not allowed to tell young Hera, or anyone else about magi-"

"Isn't Hera a witch as well?" Tom interrupted. The old man sighed before replying,

"She is, but seeing as she is muggleborn, it is ill advised for her to know about magic before she receives her Hogwarts letter," Tom rolled his eyes. The stupid rule that the headmaster had put in place would be broken in mere moments. Anything that Tom knew, to an extent, Hera knew.

Dumbledore left Tom with a pile of pamphlets explaining all sorts of things about the Wizarding world. All sorts of things that made absolutely no sense. Apparently he had to wear what was practically a dress. There were about a billion and a half new social rules he had to follow, that he was not angry about, but the fact that he was at an extreme disadvantage just because of the fact that he was raised as a muggle. Blasphemy.

~~The Heirlings~~

Hello, all human(and non human) life forms. This chapter was quite fun to write. I got to rewatch some of the Harry Potter films because I am not truly a fan and therefore don' t have the entirety of the scripts memorised. I am sorry about the short chapter (Again) but this felt like a good stopping point. (It was either end here or add another thousand words) I hope you guys enjoyed!

Edit form the day I posted: Hi guys. Sorry that it took so long to upload. I am going to take a break from writing for a number of reasons. I am not abandoning this story, and I promise that I will, sometime, update it. My mental health has been shit. I only have two days where I have any amount of free time, and trying to get good quality chapters out in that time was really stressing me out. I will try and post again in four-ish months. Again, I am so sorry.

If you guys have any questions, feel free to PM me, I should answer within the day. I hope you enjoyed it, please comment any suggestions or thoughts you had about this chapter.

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