The Reason~ Chapter Three
She flinched as she placed her foot in the, somewhat, boiling water. The water felt amazing to her, a bath, the first real bath she had in months. Neither words nor actions could have explained the joy, of this small simple thing, that was like a gift than anything else. Without letting Tom finish undressing her, she leap right in. splashing him along the way.
Tom chuckled at the sudden excitement from the child before him, jumping into the warm bath. He sat on the edge of the tub, casting a small spell, a warming spell, to keep the bath water warm. He struggled to get her clothes off, when he finally notice how dark and dirty the bath water already look, after a few moments of her presences within the water. He didn't think that the child was that dirty when he found her and cast her to sleep in his bed.
But the again, it was at least sunset when he had come to find her, and his room had poor lighting to even make it even unnoticeable. But what was his excuse for not noticing it when they came into the brightly lighted bathroom?
He was always an amazing observer, but when it came to this child, he lost his touch with it. Which puzzled him greatly. And it bothered him. For the shortly time he has been with the child, he felt like he was starting to go soft, losing the hardness of his feelings and affections, blocking them out. He didn't have time to fool around with such useless emotions, when all he wanted was power and to be immortal.
This child should mean nothing to him, but meant everything to him at the same time. Not paying attention to Draconis, he thought more about how important this child was to him. He could have her as his heir, and his successor, if he ever fell. He looked at the child, but he couldn't wrap his mind around the thought of raising the child, like he had planned before. Many things could go wrong because of this child also, he thought. She could be kidnap and be used against him; forcing him to give up everything he had work for – to save her life. Of course, he was even more puzzled by his want of this child to be his heir and successor, but the burden of having to always protect the child and keeping her from unwanted hands and eyes of her.
Who, he thought, would help him take care of this child. To help him teach her everything that he knew and the other figure knew about the dark arts and everything else in between. Even expand her knowledge of the filthy muggles, so she could go into hiding as a muggle if things ever went wrong.
He was puzzled. Brushing his hair back out of his face and eyes, he looked again at the child. Trying to give her a smile, before he left the bathroom and headed back to his chambers. The two people he had chose before, were perfect matches for what he wanted. Not to mention he had already sent a letter to one of them before he took Draconis to her bath. But could he trust the other one?
He groaned and slide down into the nearest chair to the fireplace, rubbing his temples with forefingers and started to think of how he would know, that he could trust the other person. It wasn't that he didn't think the other wasn't right, but of his position with the Ministry of Magic was what concern him. But why was that bothering, drew another question into his mind. Oh how his world was turned upside down in barely twenty-four hours since he had the child.
God he was only 58 and he finally had a child, that wasn't even his own by blood!
He didn't know whether if he should retreat to the bathroom, where the child was at, or send another letter to the other person. He stood up and took a few steps close to the door, but his courage failed him and he retreated back to his chair. 'What is wrong with me?' he thought as he mentally slapped himself across the face for acting like a coward, for he wasn't a coward at all.
'She's only a small child, nothing can go wrong. Or could it?' he needed to get a grip on himself. He couldn't just let this child turn his world upside down. He couldn't and mustn't, not after all he have worked for. He was so close to killing that Potter brat. But where did it go wrong? He was lost with that. What kind of power did his Muggle-Born mother had that protected him?
"Tom?" he heard a soft child like voice coming behind him. He turned around to see a dripping wet child, with no covering about her. he stood there and stared at the child before he realize that she was bare. Swearing under his breathe to him self.
*Sorry for the late update. School, my boyfriend and family issues have been taking up my free time. I will update a lot sooner. if that means I hold off on a few chapters and upload them at once. Reviews are welcome :)