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The following morning, Madam Pomfrey returned to the Chamber of Secrets to inquire after both her patients once the Riddle family had woken.

The beautiful baby continued to do well, along with Harriet, although she was left sore and exhausted from the birth.

Tom devotedly stayed at his wife's side while Madam Pomfrey completed the necessary exams on his mate and daughter.

Hogwarts' healer reviewed the results of her last diagnostic charm when the door to the Chamber opened and the whispering of several voices filled the cavernous room as footsteps began to sound from the central walkway lined with statues of serpent heads.

Madam Pomfrey and Tom exchanged incredulous glances while Harriet protectively clutched the baby to her chest.

"Forgive me, Madam Pomfrey…." Tom asked as he narrowed his eyes, "But who else was invited here this morning?"

"No one to my knowledge, Mr. Riddle." Madam Pomfrey scoffed.

Tom distrustfully skimmed her thoughts with a wordless burst of Legilimency.

It alarmed him to learn that Hogwarts' healer had been truthful.

No one had mentioned the Minister's intended arrival or Professor Trelawney's experience to Madam Pomfrey during the previous night.

Before Madam Pomfrey or Harriet could follow, Tom leapt to his feet, rushed out of the stone bedroom that housed Harriet's nest, and stormed into the Chamber's main area.

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"Good morning, Tom! And congratulations to you!" The Minister for Magic called out cheerfully as he approached.

Professor Trelawney and Professor Dumbledore walked at his sides.

"Yes, congratulations, Tom." Dumbledore echoed.

"Thank you both, Minister, Professor….." Tom nodded as he forced himself to stay calm and polite, though he did narrow his eyes at Professor Trelawney, who wrung her hands while she refused to meet his gaze.

"Forgive me, I didn't realize we'd have visitors this morning." Tom added with a pleasant smile, "If you'll give me a moment to ready my wife, perhaps she can-"

"-Oh dear boy, we're not here to impose!" The Minister for Magic chortled.

"I…..beg your pardon, sir?" Tom frowned.

"We've only come to ask you a few questions." The Minister for Magic said as he smiled graciously, "You see, Professor Trelawney had a vision that was quite concerning, that's all."

"...Concerning, sir?" Tom smiled.

"Tell us, did anything odd happen yesterday? Here, in the Chamber, when the child arrived?...Or perhaps soon afterwards?" The Minister for Magic asked with a feigned smile.

Tom instantly locked himself behind an iron tight wall of Occlumency as his charming expression faded.

While he hid his own thoughts and emotions, he clearly read those of the three people who stood in front of him.

Fear, doubt, apprehension…….motivation.

He saw the anxiousness in Dumbledore's twinkling eyes as the trio eagerly listened to hear what Tom purposely concealed about the bizarre events during his daughter's birth.

"The usual flow of affairs in such moments, Minister." He nodded as his smile returned, "I'll spare you the gory details, but believe me, everything went exactly as it should have. Mother and baby are doing perfectly fine."

"That's good to hear! That's good to hear!" The Minister for Magic said as he returned Tom's smile, "Well, then, excuse us, Tom! Professor Dumbledore and I only wanted to inquire after you and yours! I'm told yesterday's ceremony was the most exciting graduation Hogwarts has had in quite some time!"

"...Professor Trelawney? Are you alright?" Tom asked as his dark eyes shifted over to his cowering teacher.

"Oh, don't mind her!" The Minister laughed, "Seers aren't quite sure what they're on about sometimes!"

Professor Trelawney's eyes darted over to the Minister in offense.

Slowly, she finally met Tom's stare as her face twisted into a mournful mask of anguish.

Sybil didn't know what had been worse, the fact that the Minister and headmaster had refused to believe her, or that the horrible visions she had seen had been unmistakably clear.

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Eager to avoid any more unwelcome inquirers, Tom junior moved his little family to Riddle Manor on the second day of his daughter's life, as soon as Harriet had recovered enough to travel.

Their first night at the mansion was rather uneventful, but Harriet smiled each time she woke to her daughter's cries only to find Tom already at her side with the baby in his arms.

As their little one took her fifth feeding before sunrise, Harriet yawned as Tom stared down at them both with a pleased smile.

"Don't you ever get tired?" Harriet rasped groggily.

Tom's dark eyes flickered down to their daughter as the nursing baby snuffled before his gaze moved up to meet Harriet's again.

"Perhaps I will eventually." He shrugged, "I'm still quite excited, sweetling. We're a family now, isn't that lovely?"

"Yeah……" Harriet breathed as she glanced down at their baby, "It is, Tom……but we haven't even named her yet."

"Oh, I have, though." He informed his mate with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"You're already named my baby?" Harriet asked with a hint of possessive anger in her voice as she half sat up.

When she grunted against the lingering ache in her body, Tom helped her settle back against the pillows as he grinned, "No, I've already named our baby, sweetling. I'll take your thoughts and wishes into consideration, of course. If you don't care for what I've chosen, you're welcome to suggest something else."

"Well, that's awfully kind of you, since I carried and bore her." Harriet huffed as she looked at her husband, "I don't see your nipples getting sore, by the way."

An evil smirk spread across Tom's handsome face as he gazed at Harriet and chuckled darkly, "Sweetling, look at our little one, isn't she a bit gentler than I am?"

"Not necessarily." Harriet grouched as their newborn continued her greedy suckling, "Let's hear it, then, what have you named our daughter?"

"Sabrina Maeve Riddle." Tom proudly nodded.

Harriet blinked.

Tom blinked back.

An angry scowl marred his features as she burst into a fit of laughter.

"Tell me, my love, where is the humor in our daughter's name?" He asked as the baby whimpered irritably against Harriet's chest that shook with heavy giggles.

"'Sabrina Maeve Riddle'?!" Harriet repeated incredulously as she wiped tears of amusement from her eyes.

"May I ask what's the matter with that?" Tom scowled.

"There's a muggle television show that my aunt and uncle liked to watch….." Harriet sniffed as she drew a deep breath to calm herself, "It's completely ridiculous…..about a young witch named Sabrina…….very comical really. Mr. Weasley's watched it too…..He loved to sit and take notes on all the things muggles have wrong about our world."

Tom kept his scowl as Harriet laughed, "I don't know where 'Maeve' came from, but do you want our daughter to be a living parody?"

"The name 'Sabrina' is hardly a parody!" Tom growled, "Go to the library and see for yourself! There are records of powerful witches named Sabrina all the way back to ancient times! I hardly think some rubbish muggle production should-"

"-Tom, please calm down." Harriet sighed as their daughter finally released her breast

Tom's scowl melted into a frown as Harriet sighed, "We can call her 'Maeve', I suppose, or 'Mae' for short if it's really that important to you."

"Is there another name you'd rather use?" He asked.

"We could name her Lily Merope, after our mothers?" Harriet suggested.

"She's not either of our mothers, she's her own person." Tom glared as he scooped the baby out of Harriet's arms.

She watched her alpha hold their little one as he smiled down at her and spoke, "You have your own life to live, my princess……Look how beautiful you are….It would be an insult to name you after anyone else."

Although Harriet and Tom knew their baby couldn't possibly understand the words spoken to her, Sabrina Maeve Riddle made an adorable little noise of agreement as she cuddled against her father's chest.

"You're going to teach her arrogance." Harriet said as she crossed her arms while she watched her alpha nuzzle their tiny pup.

"No." Tom disagreed as he inhaled the innocent sweetness of his newborn's scent.

The smell of his fragile little daughter roused his protective instincts as he glanced over at Harriet with determination in his dark eyes as he spoke, "I'm going to teach her how much she's loved."

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Later that day, Harriet, Tom, and the baby recieved a few more visitors.

Tom senior came in to meet his first grandchild, which he did with a wide smile as he held the baby in his arms before thoughtfully returning her to Harriet.

Tom senior and Merope looked on fondly once Hermione and Ron stopped by.

Tom junior stood loyally beside Harriet as she lay in her nest and cradled their baby.

Tom junior had no quarrel with Hermione.

To him, she was the omega who had helped his wife during her labour, though he didn't relish the idea of Ron being nearby.

The prospect of another alpha present except his own father made Tom want to gnash his teeth.

"Bloody Hell!" Ron exclaimed as his eyes widened once his gaze fell on the sleeping baby in Harriet's arms.

"Not so loud, Ronald!" Hermione snapped in a harsh whisper as she slapped him on the shoulder, "You're going to wake her up!"

"It's good to see you, Ron." Harriet smiled as she nodded, "And you too, Hermione. Thanks for helping me, you know, when she was born."

"Well, what else would I have done, Harriet?" Hermione frowned, "I'm glad everything went alright, she really is beautiful."

Tom proudly puffed out his chest as Harriet smiled and replied, "Thanks."

Ron blinked at the new family while Hermione asked, "Have you two decided on a name yet?"

"Sabrina Maeve Riddle." Tom junior nodded without hesitation.

Hermione clearly understood something Ron did not as a wide grin danced across her lips.

"You're going to name your baby that?" Hermione scoffed before she could stop herself.

Harriet sheepishly grinned.

Ron blinked.

Tom junior scowled.

"I know, Hermione….." Harriet sighed, "I've seen that television show. My aunt and uncle used to watch it on the American broadcasting network, like Mr. Weasley, but-"

"-What are you talking about, Harriet?" Hermione frowned.

Ron squinted in confusion.

"The name……." Harriet blinked as she glanced between her friends, "Sabrina?...From the muggle television show?"

"I never really watched those shows with Dad." Ron shrugged.

"Sorry." Hermione shook her head, "I've never heard of that one, Harriet. Haven't you considered the name's meaning?"

"The name's meaning?" Harriet asked as Tom laid a protective hand on her back.

"Sabrina……" Hermione shrugged, "In old English, it means 'legendary princess'. 'Maeve'...I think that's Irish? I read the word once in an old fairy tale collection. 'Maeve' literally means 'the intoxicating one'."

"Did you know all this?" Harriet asked Tom as she glanced up at him, but Tom ignored his mate's question as he frowned at Hermione.

"You two are really going to name your daughter 'the intoxicating princess'?" Hermione laughed with a smirk of disbelief.

"I can't think of a better title for my firstborn." Tom haughtily replied before Harriet had the chance, "She will grow to be as beautiful as her mother and as powerful as her father, make no mistake about that."

Harriet looked down at her daughter and stared deeply into her bright, green eyes.

She decided that Sabrina Maeve Riddle suited their little girl.

From the baby's round cheeks to her tufts of rich, dark hair, all the way down to her pouted, pink lips and emerald eyes, Tom's first child had indeed been born a princess.

As Harriet noticed her husband's fingers gently rubbing her shoulder while he spoke with her friends, she smiled softly as she realized how fortunate she and her little girl were to be in such a noble family.

Baby Mae had become Tom junior's princess, but Harriet remained his queen.

She smiled at her husband while little Mae's emerald eyes blinked up at her father as an adorable coo left her tiny lips.

To both his ladies, Tom Riddle was a king.