A/N: I guess you guys expected a real chapter, but since Harry is Echidna and therefore the mother of all monsters, I really wanted to do something for Mother's Day. It's not actually Mother's Day in Sweden, but since most other countries celebrate it today, I felt like I should be nice.

Once again, the special still manages to be plot relevant.
My only warning is that this writing style doesn't feel like my other chapters to me.

As Harry started to come to his senses, one thing stood out in his mind; it was warm, and he sought more of it. Acting purely on instinct, Harry cuddled closer to the source of the warmth. Comfortably enveloped in the warmness, he shivered in delight. Had he been part cat instead of part snake, he would likely have purred. Instead, soft hisses sounded from the back of his throat. If he had been more awake, then he would probably been bemused by the way he acted now that he had started to embrace his creature inheritance, but as it was, Harry felt too tired and comfortable to pay it any mind.

The feeling of fingers playing with his dreads and the sound of a low, content chuckle burst his bubble and Harry groggily opened his eyes. He was met by the sight of pale skin, which he moment later connected to Tom's naked chest. With a small gasp, Harry pulled away from Tom's embrace and sat up in the bed. The fingers slid from his dreads and over his back before withdrawing. He had not thought it through when he decided to sleep in Tom's bed yesterday.

"Did I wake you?" Tom asked, his innocent tone not matching the look in his eyes.

"I didn't expect to share the bed with you!" Harry answered, flustered. He did not take notice of which language he was speaking.

"You did so yesterday morning without any problem."

"I had just had a breakdown! We were wearing clothes!"

"You look dressed to me." Tom said and pointedly scrutinized him. Harry felt a blush rise.

"That's besides the point! I did not agree to this! What happened to you caring about my consent? Was that all lies?"

"I manipulate, I do not lie."

"Then why did you decide that it was okay to sleep in the same bed as me when I told you yesterday that I'm not going to share a bed with you again?!" Harry was close to yelling at this point, but Tom didn't move away from him. If anything, he could swear that Tom was moving closer.

"I do like it when you get fiery, darling, but calm down. Your magic is too raw." Tom touched Harry's arm, and Harry flinched away from his touch with a hiss. As he did, the oil lamp on Tom's desk exploded. Harry's eyes widened as he realized that his magic was making the air almost electric. He could almost see the green light from his eyes, as they glowed strongly by this point.

"I- sorry. I'll fix the lamp." Harry answered. He did not notice that he had switched to English, but he hadn't been aware that they were speaking parseltongue in the first place.

"Don't worry about the lamp, focus on calming down." Tom advised. "Breathe with me before you accidentally hurt anyone. In, out… In, out…"

Harry's eyes widened once more at the idea of accidentally hurting anyone. He hadn't noticed before now that Nagini and Eglė were curled up by their feet. There had been so much else to think about that the heavy weight had been pushed to the back of his mind. He tried to follow Tom's tact, but he was closer to hyperventilating than he was to calming down.

"Mother?" Eglė asked cautiously as she moved towards him. She touched Harry's hand softly with her head before crawling up his arm, continuing up over his shoulders and finally curling around his neck to give him the snake equivalent of a hug.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm okay." Harry mumbled, although his breathing was still too fast paced. Tom was still softly counting in the background, but Harry barely heard him.

"You're not okay, Mother. You should try to breathe in tact with father."

Harry almost choked on the air. After his cough attack calmed down, breathing came slightly easier. It felt as if the coughs had helped clear his airways. He noted absently that Tom had stopped counting.

"Father?" he repeated disbelievingly. "Why would you call him that?"

"Nagini told me that you two are her hatchlings, and that she's my grandmother. Does that not make him my father, if you're Mother?" Eglė asked. Harry didn't believe the innocence in her voice for a second.

"I'm not your mother specifically." he protested. The thought of having a family consisting of him, Tom and snakes… it was rather odd. He didn't want any family with Tom at the moment.

"You are. You hatched me."

"Your mother is a basilisk."

"A mother is the one that takes care of me, and that is you, not the basilisk that laid my egg." Eglė stated. Harry didn't have it in him to keep protesting.

"Even if I'm your mother, it does not make Tom your father."

"Do I not take care of you?" Tom interjected. Harry turned to glare at him.

"You do not take care of anyone. You kidnapped me, had me in bewitched sleep for a week, and ignored my right to consent."

"I take care of Nagini, and I am doing my best in taking care of you."

"Exactly how are you taking care of me?" Harry hissed with a voice full of venom. The air cracked, reminding them that his magic had yet to sink back into his skin.

"I can make you breakfast in bed." Tom offered. "I don't believe you should be going anywhere right now."

"Then do so. I do not wish to see you right now." Harry answered. His magic responded by pushing Tom out of the bed and towards the door. It reminded him strongly of what had happened before his breakdown yesterday. Was one day of normalcy too much to ask for?

"That was uncalled for." Tom said as he got up from the floor, echoing the situation from yesterday. Harry glared at him until he had left the bedroom, at which point Harry fell back against the pillows. Eglė hissed at him because of the harsh landing.

"Apologies. I forgot about you." Harry mumbled and scratched Eglė's head to placate her. Nagini moved over to them and put her head on Harry's stomach.

"I can bite Tom for you if you wish." she offered. Harry smiled weakly at her.

"I'll hex him myself if I feel the need to hurt him, but thank you." He sighed softly as his magic started to return to him since Tom - and therefore the supposed threat - was no longer in the room.

"Family shouldn't fight." Nagini hissed. Harry could only guess what she was possibly thinking.

"Well… this is a rather strange family is one would chose to call it that."

"Of course it's strange, but it can still be good." Eglė commented. Harry blinked at her. He couldn't decide if the words were wise or if Eglė only thought so since she was barely a day old.

"However that may be, I'm not interested to have any sort of family with Tom any time soon. I'm more inclined to tear my way through his wards and apparate home."

"Isn't this your home?" Eglė asked. Harry had forgotten that she wasn't aware of the situation.

"It is." Nagini interjected before Harry could answer. "Hatchling's other home is a cage."

"Yet I'm more free in the cage than I feel here." Harry sighed. Nagini lifted her head from his stomach to look him in the eyes.

"That is not what you said before."

"That was before Tom turned into this." Harry countered.

"Tom is a good person, he just doesn't do well with emotions." Nagini said and rested her head on his stomach once more. Harry sighed again.

"Neither do I, it seems."

Eglė nuzzled her head against his cheek and hugged his neck. They didn't talk any more as they waited for Tom to come back with breakfast. Harry was thinking back to their fight earlier. Tom never did apologize for his mistake in the end, did he? In fact, Harry had been the one to apologize… for the lamp, but still. Which reminded him…

Harry sat up in the bed slightly so that he could focus on fixing the oil lamp. He soon forgot what he had been thinking about as he tried to get his wild magic to cooperate. By the time Tom came back with breakfast, he was not quite sure why he had ever been upset in the first place. He had probably just overreacted.

A/N: Part 7 will take up directly after this. I'm working on the pace of this, since a day for each part is rather slow. I'll have some dates figured out for you by the next update so that you know how long Harry has been with Tom.

I never did say that Tom and Harry would have a nice functional relationship, did I?

Writing this part kind of reminded me of my last relationship. Hm.