In the end all the lists and all the thinking for hours on end didn't matter in the slightest. After waking up from a night full of dreams Harry couldn't delay his choice anymore. He had been having the same dream over and over for days about how his life would be like once he said yes. The allure of having a family, a father, everything he dreamed of, even when he wasn't sleeping, was more than he could stand.

Getting dressed in his some spare clothes of Draco's, ones that had been outgrown by Draco months before he even left for school, Harry headed to the dining room for breakfast. He hoped to catch Tom there so he could talk to him. The rest of his clothes from the Dursley's having been destroyed just after he arrived at the manor, they were bad to Harry, but to Tom and the Malfoy's they were nothing better than garbage, not fit for rags and certainly not for clothes. So they had taken everything thing that wasn't even fit to be called garbage and got rid of them, with the promise of getting a full and proper wardrobe, that would be all his own, as soon as possible. When he got to the dining room, only Lucius remained at the table, deep in the middle of reading the day's Daily Prophet.

"Tiffy?" Harry called.

"Yes, Master Harry."

"Can you get me some eggs and toast, with some fresh fruit for breakfast?"

"Of course Master Harry, it will be Tiffy's pleasure to get you your breakfast." Tiffy bounced on her feet twice before popping away, then returning less than a minute later. A large plate full of fried eggs, a small tower of heavily buttered toast, and what seemed like a market's worth of all kinds of fruit. Bright green sliced kiwi, deep black juicy cherries, red strawberries, slices of both green and red apples, thick slices of pink watermelon, bunches of big red and green grapes, and chunks of golden yellow pineapple.

"Thank you Tiffy, it all looks so delicious, but I don't know if I will be able to finish even half of this," Harry tried to explain politely, having been subjected to what house elves tended to do when they got upset.

"Tiffy be knowing Master Harry, but Master Harry been eating a little more each day now that he be taking nutrient potion. Master Harry just eat as much as he can." And she popped away, no doubt to clean his room, as she did it right after he left to eat breakfast.

"You look determined this morning," drawled Severus, in his usual snarky voice as he walked into the room.

"I am," Harry replied after swallowing the bite he had just taken and almost choked on due to Severus's sudden appearance.

"Does that mean you made up your mind, finally?" Severus asked in his usual snarky manner as he kissed Lucius on the cheek, before sitting down in the chair next to him. It was good to know that it wasn't just Harry that Severus surprised, Lucius was so focused on the paper he jumped when Severus kissed him. Not that Lucius would admit it, or allow anyone else to even think of mentioning him doing something so undignified.

"Oh, good morning love," Lucius said trying to hide his embarrassment at being caught unawares. "Good morning to you as well Mr. Potter."

"Yes, to you as well." Harry had gotten used to Severus's snarky and dry humor over the past few weeks. Severus had taken to finally getting to be Harry's godfather like a fish to water, as he wished he could have been doing for the past decade. Well he still worked and spied at Hogwarts, he came to the manor every chance he got, which he did anyway. It was so easy for Harry, especially when he lived with them, to see how much the couple in front of him loved each other.

When Severus had first been apprised of the return of his Lord and of his godson to their true side of the war he apologized to Harry and was grateful that Harry understood why he had to act they way he did and Harry apologized as well for how he acted under Dumbledore's spells. Now that they were able to be themselves with each other they got on rather well.

"Good, now don't mention this but, I happen to know that our Lord's been going out of his mind with worry while waiting for you to make your choice," Lucius mentioned oh so casually as he folded the paper, and reached out of hold Severus's hand that was laid out on the table.

"I didn't know," Harry replied softly, eyes down cast. "But I had to think about it, no matter how much time it took. I know what my heart wanted from the moment he asked, but I needed to be sure that I was going to be making the right choice. I knew there would be no going back on my choice once I'd made it."

"Well it's good you have properly thought about it. Hopefully you will have made the right choice." Severus then turned away and started talking with Lucius while he ate is full English Breakfast, and drank what was most likely his fifth cup of black coffee. The man had a serious love for his coffee and beware anyone who tried to get between him and a cup, especially his first cup in the morning.

Tiffy had been right about Harry's eating habits, he had been eating more each day. Not much more, a bite or two more each day, but he was eating well, and gaining the proper type of weight he desperately needed. Harry ate as much of his breakfast as he could, but even with his hardest try he could barely finish off a third of it, let alone half of it. He did sneak a few more cherries, and grapes before his stomach seriously was protesting and he left to go to Tom's temporary office, the fruit filling his already full belly until it felt like he was going to burst.

Practically waddling with his stomach so over full, he felt like a stuffed turkey, Harry made his way down the hall to Tom's office.

It was a good thing Harry had already eaten because he was suddenly nauseous with worry. Knocking on the door, Harry fidgeted out in the hall waiting to be let in.

The door opened and for the first time in days Harry was face to face with Tom. Though he didn't look like the Tom he was used to seeing, the Tom he was used to seeing looked older than anyone Harry had ever seen, and looked frail. This Tom however, this Tom looked young, like he was in his mid thirties. Tall, handsome, dark hair and piercing eyes, but above all powerful, strong, healthy. This Tom Harry could see being a ruler, but even though they were hard to see, he had slight circles under his eyes and he looked a little worn out. Harry knew that Lucius had been right, that Tom was worried about what Harry would choose.

"Harry... do come in."

Harry walked into the office, face filled with bewilderment, and sat down on one of the chairs that was off to the side, Tom shutting the door behind them.

"You look so different... When did you take it, the elixir?"

"Two days ago, I was hoping you would be there, but I didn't want you to feel pressured."

"I've made my decision," Harry blurted out as Tom went to sit in a nearby chair.

"I see. And what have you decided?" Tom asked as he tried not to get his hopes up.

"I knew what I would choose from the moment you told me you wanted to adopt me, but I didn't want to answer right away. As I told Severus and Lucius this morning I needed to think about it, I wouldn't be able to change my mind later, I had to know for sure. And now I do. The answer is yes."

"We have so much to do, I have so much to explain, we must be prepared. We need to go to Gringotts, have them perform some tests, make sure everything's in order. See what you are set to inherit, so much to do... Why wasn't I getting prepared for this?" Tom asked himself in exasperation as he gathered up papers and seemed to move like a tornado over his desk.

"Is everything alright?" Asked Harry timidly from his chair, having not expected the sudden flurry of activity.

"Yes, yes, there's just so much to do. So much I need to tell you before you can take the potion. When you take the potion it changes who you are. It takes the blood of the person or persons who are adopting you and it adds their blood to yours making them at least partly, your biological parent. It doesn't change who your parents are, it gives you more than just the two you were born to. When you take it, it will change your body to add in features from your new parent. Like with your mother she gave you your pale skin, and green eyes, and from your father his eyesight and dark messy hair. From me you could get any number of things, if you hadn't already had the ability to speak Parseltongue you might have gotten that from me. It's only after you take the potion will we know how your appearance will change. Hopefully your features will change enough so you won't be recognized as Harry Potter.

"And it won't be just looks you will get from me, by me adopting you, you will become an heir of Slytherin. Like now you are the Potter heir, and possibly heir to other families, that's why we must go to Gringotts. The goblins have the best family records and tests, they dislike people stealing so they make sure they have the best and most accurate everything.

"As heir to any Ancient and Noble house you will have many family vaults, some with money but most will be filled with priceless heirlooms, books, jewels, any number of precious items. You will also have seats and votes in the Wizgamont, meaning you will have the power to change the laws of the wizarding world, but you won't have to worry about any of that now. I would like to know what you have to inherit so that when the time comes we will be prepared, so that you will know what to do in the future."

"So what do we do now?" Asked Harry, who was completely overwhelmed by the onslaught of new information.

"Well we can't go to Gringotts until after you've taken the potion, it's too risky for you to go out in public while you are still Harry Potter. And you need to be healthier. You have made great improvements, but the potion changes every piece of you, it will change your bones, looks, and much more. If you're not healthy enough it could do damage to your body. In a few days, after you've taken some more nutrient potions, I'll have Lucius call his personal healer to come and give you a check up. I wanted to have a healer examin you anyways make sure there aren't any other health problems, so we can go ahead with our plans, and you can take the potion. I see you've taken the eye correction potion. "

"Yeah I took it the night you gave it to me. Having glasses is a pain, they've always gotten in the way, with how much they break. And when they do I can't see anything, something my family had laughed over. My cousin always took every chance he had to break my glasses, then beat me up, sometimes he would just let me walk around and see what I would walk into. No one ever helped, and if it seemed like someone would, my caring family would take care of that. They made sure I knew that a freak doesn't deserve help." Harry looked down at his hands which were tightly grasped together to stop them from shaking.

"After you take the blood adoption potion no one can ever send you back to them, never. And if by some chance you were, I would get you back, no matter how hard it would be," Tom reassured harry as he moved to the other side of his desk and gave Harry a brief hug. He knew how Harry was feeling, he had had a horrible life in the orphanage, before and after he had learned of magic and Hogwarts. Knowing how cruel children, and adults could be when they thought you were a freak Tom wasn't surprised by the information Harry just shared, not that he was happy about it. In fact it just gave him more reason to want to permanently harm the Dursley's.

HP/FG-TW

Harry sighed dramatically as he put down the same book for the eighth time that hour. He was too anxious to relax enough to read the book, he had been trying to read it for the past day with no luck. It was one of the books from the list Tom had given him, Lighter Spells of the Dark Arts. With all the time he had, Harry had already read almost half of the books on the list. But at the moment, while he did want to read the book, he simply couldn't. In less than an hour Healer Langdon would be coming to give Harry his second check up, the first having been over a week ago. At the first appointment Healer Langdon had found over a dozen improperly healed breaks and fractures all over his body, which needed to be rebroken and correctly healed. It was painful but after it was done his body didn't ache like it used to, all the improperly healed breaks hurting him each day.

Now Healer Langdon was coming back to make sure it was ok for Harry to finally take the blood adoption potion that night. It was best to take the potion, along with a powerful sleeping potion, just before bed so that the transformation was as painless as possible.

Which was why Harry was a bundle of nerves, if the Healer cleared him he could go ahead and take the potion and be a new person. And if the Healer didn't clear him he would have to wait longer.

Reaching back over to the table Harry picked the book backup and continued from where he left off.

Not even two minutes later he closed the book again, he had reread the same page and still didn't understand what it was saying.

"Tiffy."

POP

"Tiffy, be here Master Harry. What be Master Harry be wanting from Tiffy?"

"Can you take this book up to my room, just put it on the desk."

"Tiffy be doing what you ask."

"Thank you," said Harry as Tiffy popped away. As Tiffy left Harry got up and left the library and headed to Tom's office.

Once Harry got there he was so lost in thought he had forgotten to knock on the door and simply walked in.

"Harry?" Asked Tom, who was startled by the sudden intrusion.

"What?!... Oh, sorry, I guess I forgot to knock," Harry was so embarrassed at having simply walked in.

"It's ok, are you alright? You seem troubled?"

"I'm just nervous for Healer Langdon's visit."

"It will be fine, you have been doing well, in the last month you've gained two centimeters in height, and half a stone. I'm sure the Healer will clear you, and you will be able to take the potion tonight," Tom said trying to reassure Harry.

"I'm not just worried about that, I know that once he clears me I will be able to take the potion, and that makes me worried too."

"Well why don't we talk about something. I have something I need to talk to you about before you take the potion anyway," Tom said as he moved from his desk to the sofa, pulling Harry along with him. "After you take the potion you will no longer be Harry Potter, and as such you will need a new name. And while I would like your new name to reflect the one your parents gave you, it's not possible. If there was anything familiar about it Dumbledore or someone else, they could discover that you were Harry Potter. So I have been thinking it over since we came to Malfoy manor. As I am heir of the Slytherin line I wanted to give you a name that would be special, and do me proud. I was thinking Nathair Calder Slytherin, but the Slytherin would be private, we wouldn't want anyone to be suspicious. So for that reason you can't take my real last name, so I came up with the next best thing, Tomson."

"I like it," Harry said as he looked up at Tom, both of their eyes shining with happiness.