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This is chapter 19, one more after this one...makes me kinda sad to be honest!
WARNING: This chapter has SPANKING in it, twice actually...
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"Just twelve more days until it's finally Christmas!", Aurelius' eyes were shining with happiness and excitement, "I cannot wait to see what I am getting; I so hope I get the new special edition Nimbus! What do you think you will get, Sirius?"
The older boy forced himself to smile, like he did every time when Aurelius started talking about their Christmas gifts, "I…I hope I get a lot of chocolate. Chocolate frogs would be great."
Aurelius laughed, "you can have those any day! Are you not curious at all, Sirius? Last week, you said you could not wait to…"
"Yeah, I still can't wait, but talking about it makes me just realize I have to wait for another twelve days", Sirius interrupted him hastily, "do you want to go ice skating? The ice might start to melt soon."
"Sure", Aurelius agreed amicably, "let's go get the skates. You know where yours are, right?", he winked at him, a teasing grin on his face.
Sirius let out a strangled laugh, "haha…yeah, they are in my room actually."
"Can't believe you found yours in Tom's room the other day- how in the world did you manage to lose them there?"
That was the last thing Sirius wanted to talk about.
"No idea- I was probably thinking about something and just…forgot."
Aurelius nodded, and then they walked up the stairs to get their skates, and they almost bumped into Tiny, who was walking down the stairs at the same time.
"Sorry, Tiny, I did not see you there", Aurelius immediately apologized, "we are going ice skating, and I am just so excited about it."
"Not a problem, Master Aurelius", Tiny smiled at him, "Tiny hopes the young Masters have fun ice skating", he looked at Sirius with a strange glint in his eyes, "and Tiny is glad Master Sirius was able to find his skates after searching the whole Manor for them."
Sirius blushed, and Aurelius laughed again, "the whole Manor? Really?"
"Tiny saw Master Sirius and Master Thomas coming down the hallway the other day and…"
"We should get going before it gets dark", Sirius interrupted the elf, suddenly feeling nervous, "do you…mind grabbing my skates, too? I…need to go to the bathroom really quick."
"Of course, I meet you at the lake", Aurelius responded and disappeared into his bedroom, all while Sirius made no attempts to go to the bathroom, instead, he turned to Tiny.
"What's all the talking about the skates, Tiny? I lost them, I found them, there is no need to talk about it anymore."
Tiny eyed him critically, "Tiny is not so sure about that- Tiny thinks there is something the young Masters are hiding from Master Gryffindor."
"Hiding? We are not hiding anything, that's ridiculous!", Sirius began to tremble, he still easily lost his temper, "listen, elf, you really need to mind your own business, and stop worrying about what we are doing!"
Tiny carefully stepped back, "Tiny understands", he answered politely, "but Tiny does not want to get in trouble with Master Gryffind…"
"Keep your mouth shut about the damn skates and anything that happened that day and there will be no trouble!", Sirius spat out, and then, realizing what he just said, his eyes widened, "listen…Tiny…"
Tiny stared at him, "Tiny was right", he whispered, "the young Masters were being disobedient again, Tiny will have to tell…"
"No! No, listen Tiny, it's not like that!", Sirius pleaded, "it's…a secret. Tom and I…we were working on a Christmas present…for…Aurelius. He is not supposed to know", he lied, forcing himself to look Tiny straight in the eyes, "it is a big surprise."
Tiny, naïve as he was, immediately smiled, "Tiny can keep a secret!", he promised, "do not worry, Master Sirius. It is nice to surprise Master Aurelius."
"Thank you", Sirius' smile seemed forced, but Tiny did not notice. The elf went on with his duty, and Sirius ran down the stairs and, because he did not want to lie again, went to the bathroom really quick before he met Aurelius at the lake.
He had to force himself to be happy the whole time though, his guilt was heavily on his mind and his heart was aching every time he looked at his younger brother.
There was only one person who would understand.
After they went back inside, Sirius went to find Tom, and he found him in the library, sitting at the table, while Salazar was standing next to him, holding some documents.
Tom looked up when Sirius walked over, and after seeing the look on the younger boys face, he silently opened his arms, and Sirius immediately climbed onto his lap.
"Hey", he mumbled, snuggling closer, "what are you doing?"
Tom gave him a soft kiss on his head, "working, little brother. Salazar is helping me with the paperwork for the foundation I am setting up- there are lots of things to consider first though."
"Hmm", Sirius replied, not understanding the slightest what Tom was talking about, "can…we…hang out after you are done?"
"I won't be done until you are asleep, Sirius", Tom answered, carefully raking through his hair, "but tomorrow…"
"I…I want to hang out today though. It is important."
"Tomorrow, Sirius", Tom repeated calmly, "but you can stay here if you can be my good boy and be quiet for a little while. I really have to fill out these tax applications now."
Sirius stared down, forcing back the tears. He felt even more miserable now, Tom was doing some important work, and Aurelius was everyone's sunshine anyway- and he was the bad boy, the defiant one, the one who had snooped around, and lied, and no wonder he got less Christmas gifts than Aurelius- he did not deserve any presents, he did not deserve any happiness…
"I…am going to bed", he finally said, his voice shaky, "I…I am tired and you don't care anyways, so…"
Tom put his pen down and exchanged a look with Salazar, a look Sirius did not see, "Sirius…what's wrong? Did something happen?"
"No", Sirius forcefully jumped off Tom's lap, "just…tired. See you tomorrow I guess- or whenever you have time again."
He knew he was being rude, but he still swallowed hard when Tom slowly got up and walked over to him, "do I really need to spank you again?", he asked him quietly, quietly enough so Salazar could not hear him, "or can you just tell me what happened?"
"I…I went ice skating today", Sirius whispered, "and…I…I just can't…this is so hard…", he buried his face in his hands.
"You can always tell your dad the truth, you know that, right?"
"Yeah…but…he…is gonna…hate me…"
"He is your father, Sirius, he will not hate you- he will punish you, yes, but after that, he will forgive you."
Sirius trembled, "don't want to get punished", he mumbled, "he…he's gonna…it's gonna hurt and…maybe I won't get Christmas presents", he looked at Tom, fear in his eyes and Tom cursed himself for not telling Gryffindor the truth right away. This was a mess…and it was only getting worse.
Unknown to both Sirius and Tom, Tiny had run into another elf on the way to the kitchen, and by accident, the whole secret was revealed.
"Tiny needs to help decorating the hallway tonight", the other elf, his name was Bili, had squeaked, "Tiny will find more decorations in the storage rooms."
Tiny nodded, "Tiny will take care of it- which storage rooms should Tiny use?"
Bili frowned, "the ones on the second floor- but not the first three rooms on the left, the young Masters are using those rooms."
Tiny's curiosity immediately perked up, "why are the young Masters using the storage rooms?"
Bili looked at him with an expression of disdain, "it is not the business of an elf what the young Masters are doing- Bili saw young Master Sirius going into one of the storage rooms three days ago, therefore, those rooms are off limits."
Three days ago…when the Masters had told him about the lost skates…and later, Master Sirius had said he was preparing a surprise for Master Aurelius…
"Tiny knows anyways", Tiny squeaked, annoyed by Bili's unfriendliness, "the young Masters are preparing a surprise gift for Master Aurelius there- and that is why Master Sirius is using the rooms."
"Nonsense!", Bili scoffed, "Master Sirius told me he was looking for his skates there. He said he had searched the whole Manor already with his brothers, but no skates- so he wanted to look there. And then he said, Bili should not tell anyone because he messed up the rooms a little and wanted to clean them before the Masters find out."
Tiny frowned, "then…the rooms need to be cleaned?", he asked, an idea forming in his head. He now thought again there was something strange about this whole incident- and he decided to take a look at the storage rooms himself.
Bili's eyes began to sparkle with anger, "the elf needs to stay out of the young Master's business! Tiny needs to go decorate the hallway now! Get to work, nosy elf!"
Tiny did not dare to snub the other elf, he just nodded dutifully, and made his way to the second floor. Instead of going into the rooms Bili had told him to, he went straight to the rooms on the left.
And even though Tiny was not the smartest elf, he could add one and one together after he saw the enormous amounts of Christmas presents in two of the rooms.
"The young Masters have been looking at their presents", he whispered, "the young Masters lied- this is bad, Tiny needs to tell…but then…Master Gryffindor will be so angry…", he hesitated for a moment, but then he thought back, he thought about the conversation he had had with his Master after he had helped Master Thomas to escape, who had basically told him that he would get fired if he ever dared to deceive him again…
So, Tiny made his decision.
"Harry?"
Harry heard Snape's voice, but he could not bring himself to come out of his hiding spot.
After he had run off, he had been just racing through the house for a while, not thinking straight at all, and then he had found an old wardrobe, he had climbed in and now he was sitting in the dark, praying for Snape to just go away, even though he knew how silly that was.
"Harry…you are only making this harder for yourself", Snape's voice was coming closer and Harry started to sweat, "I will count to ten now- and if you are not right by my side once I reached ten, I will use a simple searching spell on you- and you will also get ten extra. Do you understand?"
Harry did not answer, but he could hear Snape sigh, "very well then- one…two…"
Harry curled himself into a ball, not wanting to listen to Snape count.
"Five…six…"
He sobbed quietly, suddenly scared. Would Snape really give him ten extra?
I don't want to get spanked- but I don't want more licks…damnit. Damnit…
"Nine…te…"
"Wait! I am here, I am here!", Harry could not take it any longer, he opened the door to the wardrobe and stumbled out, "please…dad, I am here!"
Snape looked at him with raised eyebrows, "about time, Harry", he seemed angry, and Harry suddenly felt very small.
"So…rry!"
"Would you like to explain your little temper tantrum?"
Harry winced, "it's…just unfair…"
"Why don't you leave it to me to judge what's fair?", Snape's voice was cold, and Harry winced again, "but…Kreacher…"
"This is not about Kreacher- this is about your attitude. I don't often tell you to do something, but when I do, I expect you to listen to me and obey me."
Harry felt like he was shrinking, "sorry, dad", he repeated, "I am really sorry."
Snape still looked grim, "I expect you will be, once I am done punishing you."
Harry's heart started to beat faster, "do you…are you…"
"I am going to spank you, yes", Snape announced calmly, "follow me- and this time, I would appreciate it if you would stay- we have already wasted enough time with your antics."
Harry blushed, but did not dare to argue.
He slowly followed Snape back into the small room, and did not fight back when Snape pulled him over his lap.
The Potion Master pulled his pants down and Harry squinted his eyes in embarrassment.
"Fifteen- five for disobeying me, five for your rudeness towards Kreacher, and five for storming out of the room like a brat", Snape let him know, "you don't need to count this time."
He seemed to fumble with something, and then Harry heard a strange noise, a noise that made his heart stop for a second, "what…what is that?", he finally forced himself to ask.
"A belt", Snape replied unmoved, "to be exact- my belt."
"But…you…you can't…please…"
"The first five will be with the belt- and if you keep up the attitude and telling me what I can and can't do, I will give you ten with the belt, are we clear?"
"Crystal", Harry said through clenched teeth, hating Kreacher and hating Snape and hating all of this, and then the belt came down for the first time, and all he could think of was the pain, and he screamed, and screamed, and then the belt hit him again, and he struggled so hard that he thought he would fall off Snape's lap, but the Potion Master held him close, and the third strike made him howl, "stop! No more! Please!"
Snape ignored him, and when the belt came down again, Harry started to scream, "noooo! No, no, hurts, Daddy! Hurts!"
Still, the belt hit him for another time, and now, he was crying, "sorry Daddy, sorry! So sorry! I'll be good, I will clean, I apologize to Kreacher, please please please!"
Snape put the belt down, "oh you will clean- you will scrub the kitchen floor, you will take the trash out, you will polish the windows- and if I hear one little complaint, it is back over my lap, are we clear?"
"Yes, Dad", he hastily promised, "I will do all that, I will!"
Snape pulled his pants back up, and he whimpered, the fabric was uncomfortable on his burning backside, "thank you…"
"Don't make me regret it, Harry", but he could tell Snape was not really angry anymore, "come on, the kitchen floor is waiting."
And so, Harry spent the rest of the evening on all fours, scrubbing the kitchen, while Snape fixed the pipes, and he scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed, while Kreacher was watching him, a sneer on his face, and he did not hold back mocking him, but Harry ignored him.
Why should he care what that ugly, mean elf thought of him? Snape cared about him, that much was obvious- and that was all that mattered.
"Would you like some more bread, Sirius?"
The boy looked up, a distressed expression on his face, "thanks…I…am not hungry."
Salazar frowned, "this is the second day in a row you are not eating much for dinner, Sirius", he said, sounding concerned, "are you not feeling well?"
"I…am fine", Sirius forced himself to take another spoonful of soup, "just…ate too much chocolate earlier I guess."
Tom was watching him closely as well, he knew exactly what was bothering the younger boy, yet he could not bring himself to tell Gryffindor the truth- not now, right after they talked again, and Gryffindor was saying goodnight every night again and calling him his good boy- even though he did not deserve it…
"Can we play some games after dinner?", Aurelius now asked, changing the subject, "we could do another chess tournament, maybe?"
"I have to work on my applications for the foundation", Tom answered, thankful for the change of topic, "but tomorrow I've got time to destroy you all at chess", he grinned, and it only looked forced for about a second.
The only one not participating in the discussion was Gryffindor, he had barely said a word throughout dinner, but he was looking at Sirius and Tom, even though they were not aware of it.
Finally, Tiny and some other elves entered the room to clean the table, and even though Tiny knew he had to tell, he could not bring himself to do so without at least warning the young Masters.
He quietly walked over to Tom, "Tiny knows", he then whispered, pretending to be busy with Tom's cutlery, "Tiny has to tell…Tiny is very sorry…"
Tom did not need any further explanation; he thought his heart was going to stop for a minute.
"Tiny…listen…please…"
"Tiny is really sorry, but Tiny needs this job, Tiny does not want to get fired…"
Tom closed his eyes, "no one needs to know, you…you can't do this, please!"
Tiny's voice trembled, but he was determined to stand his ground this time, "Master…Gryffindor will fire Tiny…"
"He won't, I can talk to him! If…you tell him, I…I…", Tom was searching for words, and then he looked over to Sirius, his little brother, who was staring at him with wide eyes.
I have to protect him.
"Listen to me, elf", he hissed, putting all his force into the words, "if you sneak, it will be the worse for you- I will personally make sure you get fired, and not only that, I will…"
Tiny started to whimper, "Master Thomas does not know what he is saying, Master Thomas is Tiny's friend, Tiny has…"
"You are not my friend if you dare to betray me again!", Tom shot back, completely forgetting to keep his voice down this time, "I mean it- one word to Gryffindor and we are done!"
There was a silence and Tom suddenly realized that everyone was staring at him.
Shit. If he heard what I said, no…God no…
"How interesting", Gryffindor's voice was calm, calmer than expected, as he walked over to them, "I assume there is something you want to tell me, Tiny?"
"No, there isn't", Tom said through clenched teeth before Tiny was even able to open his mouth, "just…a disagreement, it has nothing to do with you."
"I think you should let me decide what or what not has to do with me, Thomas", he was looking at him, and his eyes were cold now, "Tiny, what is the matter?"
"Tiny…saw…Master Si…"
"Shut up! Shut your damn mouth!", Tom was screaming now, but he did not care, "he is lying, don't listen to him, he is not…", he let out a pained howl when Gryffindor suddenly grabbed him and dragged him over to a corner of the room, "ten minutes of corner time for you, Thomas", his voice was dark now, low and threatening, "you will face the wall and if I hear another sound from you in the next ten minutes, I will spank you right here, in front of your brothers and the house elves, do you understand me?"
Tom couldn't help it, he sobbed, "just…don't…he is lying, please, please…"
"That is not what I asked you, Thomas."
Tom looked at the ground, watching the tears fall on his shoes, "ye…yes, I understand", he finally whispered.
"Good. Ten minutes then", he heard Gryffindor turn around and walk back to the others, and silently cried out again, but did not dare to make any other sound.
"Salazar, could you take the boys to the library? I am having a feeling this might take a while."
The Slytherin nodded, "let's go boys. Come on."
Tom heard the door open and close, and he was relieved that Sirius was safe for now, and he would protect him, he would take all the blame, just like he wished someone had done for him when he was Sirius' age…
"Tiny, explain."
The house elf was shaking, his face pale, "Tiny is…really sorry…"
"There is nothing to be sorry about. Just tell me the truth."
Tiny took a deep breath, loud enough for even Tom in the corner to hear, "Tiny knows that Master Sirius has been lying…the other day, when he said he lost his skates…he was not looking for his skates, he was in the storage room…where the Christmas presents for the young Masters are. He was snooping."
"That is a lie!"
Tom had screamed it as loud as he could, and even though the tears were almost blinding his eyes he could see Gryffindor's face darken.
"Come here, Thomas."
"N…no! No, I…I won't! You don't believe me anyways, you always believe him over me, and…it…is not fair, Sirius did nothing wrong, it was all my fault, I was in the storage room, I…I told Sirius to look there for his skates, he had really lost them, and he did not know about the presents, he didn't! It was me, I saw them, you…you can't punish Sirius, and you don't love him anyways and it's not fair that he only gets six and Aurelius gets nine and…and…", he had to sob, and then he was crying, and suddenly, Gryffindor was there, picking him up and humming something in his ear, something quiet, and calming, and he pressed his face into Gryffindor's chest, "please…it's…not…Sirius'…fault!"
"Shshsh…I understand. It's not your brother's fault. Breathe, Tommy…shshsh…it is going to be okay."
"No…no, it won't, you will spank Sirius, and…and he is already so sad, he…he just wants a nice Christmas, and presents, and…he wants you to love him as much as you love Aurelius and…"
"Shshsh…Tommy, calm down, Little Prince. I do love Sirius as much as I love Aurelius- and just as much as I love you."
Tom sobbed, pressing himself even closer to Gryffindor, "not…not true…Aurelius gets ni…nine, and…Sirius just six…"
Gryffindor sighed, "I think I know what this is about- you boys have snuck in the storage room and counted the presents, hmm?"
Tom blinked at him, "just…just me, not…Sirius", he mumbled.
Gryffindor stifled a smile, "of course. Just you. Well, I don't like doing this, but I think I need to show you something, naughty boy."
Tom blushed, he hated that nickname, but he did not protest when Gryffindor started carrying him up the stairs, and finally stopped on the second floor, "your Christmas presents are in two different rooms- Aurelius' and some of Sirius' are in the storage room, and yours and the rest of Sirius' gifts are in one of the old guest rooms- here", he opened a door and let Tom look inside, "now tell me, naughty boy, how many presents do you see in the corner over there?"
Tom swallowed, "th…three", he finally answered quietly, dread forming in his stomach.
"And what name is on the tags?"
"Please…"
"The name, Tommy."
Tom did not dare to look at him, "it…it says Sirius on the tags", he eventually said, his voice hoarse.
"Which would equal nine for him with the presents from the storage room, right?"
"Y…yes."
"Would you like to count your presents, too? They are over there by the window", Gryffindor's voice was calm, but Tom knew Gryffindor well enough to understand that he was in big trouble.
"I…I am sorry", he admitted quietly, "I am so sorry."
"I know, Tommy- but saying sorry won't be enough this time", Gryffindor had closed the door to the old guest room and stepped back into the hallway, where he carefully put Tom back on his own feet, "we need to talk."
"I…please…Sirius…"
"This is not about your brother, Tommy, this is about you- come with me."
Tom whimpered, "not…the office…please…I am sorry, I just wanted to protect Sirius…"
"I know- but it is not your job to protect Sirius, that's mine, and you should have come to me immediately instead of letting Sirius suffer for three days."
"You…you knew?"
"I knew you boys were hiding something- the guilt on Sirius' face was palpable for the last days, and on yours as well- and you could have stopped it, but you decided to threaten Tiny instead."
"I…I did not think, please…"
Gryffindor smiled sadly, "I know, Tommy, just like the last time when you wanted to protect Sirius and stormed into the dining room and attacked Dumbledore- you are still letting your emotions control you instead of your logic."
Tom started to cry, "I am sorry! I am sorry! I am sorry!"
"Let's go."
Tom cried the whole way to the office, but he made no attempts to run off or hide, he knew he had gotten himself into this mess, and he knew he had to face the consequences now.
Gryffindor sat down in his office chair and beckoned him over, "you will get thirty this time- and the pants will have to come down. Drop them and then come over here."
Tom bit his lips, desperately trying to hold back another cry, even though he wanted nothing more than to curl himself into a ball and cry for the rest of the day.
He fumbled with his jeans, his face red with embarrassment, "please…Sir…can I…can I…"
"Yes, you can leave your underwear on, Tommy", Gryffindor's voice was soft, "also- before we do this, I would like you to answer a question for me."
Tom dropped his jeans to the floor, not meeting Gryffindor's eyes "o…okay."
"Tell me about Christmas."
"Wha…what?"
"Christmas", Gryffindor repeated calmly, "when you were a young boy, maybe about Sirius' age- how was Christmas for you?"
It was horrible. It was painful. It was…hard. And lonely. And sad.
Tom took a deep breath, "I rather get my thirty licks, Sir."
Gryffindor sighed, "you don't trust me, hmm?"
"I…just don't want to talk about it. It won't…it won't do anything."
"It will help you with your anger, Tommy. All that anger you are having- it has gotten worse since you and Sirius have become close, since you started treating him and seeing him as your brother- and do you want to know why?"
Tom stared on the ground, "I know why- because I see myself in Sirius", he sounded angry now, "and what's so wrong about that? That I don't want Sirius to have the same messed up childhood that I had?"
"Come here."
Tom stiffened, fearing his disrespect had earned him more licks now, but Gryffindor simply pulled him on his lap and looked at him, an earnest expression on his face, "what's wrong about that is that Sirius is not you, Tommy", he said quietly, "you cannot project everything from your childhood into Sirius- but that is what you are doing and that is why you immediately went to believe him when he said he is getting less presents, and that we love Aurelius more- you believed it because it's what you had experienced when you were his age."
"I am not…that's not…what I am doing."
"Tell me then- do you have any evidence that Salazar and I do love Aurelius more?"
Tom felt his face turn scarlet once more, "no", he finally mumbled, "I…I guess not."
There was a silence, and then Gryffindor carefully pulled him closer, "now, how was Christmas when you were a boy?"
"It was…just another day, really", he stared down, an image in front of his eyes, an image of a big dormitory filled with boys, a hard mattress to sleep on, ice cold water to wash his body with, and a dining room where no noise was allowed, where they were forced to gulp down their disgusting tasting porridge in silence…and there were no decorations, no stockings, no tree, no gifts, no candy…no nothing.
And while he explained this all to Gryffindor, he told him about the loneliness he had felt, the hunger for some love, and some friendship, he silently started to cry again.
"I just…did not want that for Sirius…I love him, and I…I want him to have…a nice Christmas."
"He will have a nice Christmas, Tommy- and you will, too", Gryffindor promised and gave him a quick kiss on the head, "and in the future, you will come to me if something is bothering you- and you will think before you act", he slowly rearranged him on his lap so that Tom was laying across it now, "about the thirty licks…"
"Not…thirty?", he did not want to sound too hopeful, but Gryffindor just laughed, "not thirty- ten will do it for now", he carefully pulled his underpants down, "and I am expecting you to count them."
His hand came down his backside with a loud smack, and Tom closed his eyes, hating the noise, "o…one", he finally forced himself to say.
Smack.
"Two…"
"Good boy", Gryffindor praised him, and then his hand came down again.
"Three!"
That one hurt.
Smack.
"F…our…"
"I need you to understand why I am doing this, Tom", Gryffindor said, resting his hand on his warming backside, "so tell me, why are you getting spanked?"
Tom's face was dark red, "because…I…did not come to you", he took a deep breath, "it is not my job to…protect Sirius, it's…yours."
"Exactly."
Smack.
"Fi…ve."
"Why is it not your job?"
"Because I am his…brother, not his father", Tom answered in a low voice, "you…you are."
"Good boy- you are being a very good boy for me, Tommy."
Tom's face was still red, "thank…you", he finally said, because he did not know what else to say, and Gryffindor laughed softly, "there is another reason why you should have come to me- can you tell me?"
Tom struggled slightly, "because…because…I should…come to you when…I have…a problem and I did not."
"Good boy…doing so well", Gryffindor repeated and Tom felt the tears behind his eyes again, "why do you come to me when you have a problem, Tommy?"
And then, he lost it.
"Because…because you are my dad!", he was crying again, "because you want to help me! And because…because you…care…about me…cause you…love me."
The tears were blinding him now, but he did notice that Gryffindor carefully placed him in his lap again, and he immediately snuggled into him, "so…sorry, Daddy! I…am so sorry!"
"Shshsh…all forgiven, Little Prince. My good boy…my son…I love you so much, Tommy…"
"I love you too, Daddy", Tom whispered back, "I…I love you."
yeah...just one more chap after this one...which will have to have Sirius' punishment and some wholesome Christmas stuff of course :D
I would love some comments!
xoxo Antonie :)