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Tom and his men had been given makeshift beds around the Dursleys' house.
Although their lodgings were cramped, Tom and his troops finally had shelter nonetheless.
Tom himself had been assigned to the sofa while his men slept on the floor, in hallways, and on the tile next to the kitchen counters.
Vernon held little concern for his unmarried, unmated, young, lovely niece.
Instead of guarding Harriet, he focused on protecting his homely wife while everyone in the house slept.
Harriet's uncle sat up in bed with his old family musket loaded and waiting, in case any of the soldiers sought his wife out for company that night.
The men in Tom's troop were far too fatigued to concern themselves with the want for an omega.
Spread throughout the Dursley's small townhouse, the floors were covered by sleeping soldiers, relieved to rest with a roof over their heads for a night after months of wandering, crouching, and fearing.
On her small mattress under the stairway's narrow cupboard, Harriet found herself unable to close her eyes.
She couldn't manage to forget Tom's addictive scent or the image of his handsome face.
As one hour turned into two, she tossed as restlessly as her creaky bed would allow before she eventually pulled on her night robe, slipped out of the cupboard, and wandered through the dark house.
The burning fires in the hearth left the rooms illuminated enough for Harriet to see her path, though she grew frustrated once she walked the entirety of the house only to find the sofa empty and Tom………gone.
Her emerald eyes narrowed in suspicion as she combed each room over again, determined to discover the man she wanted to-
"An omega as beautiful as yourself shouldn't be walking unattended with so many willing alphas nearby." A smooth voice purred behind her.
Harriet whirled around and blinked as she saw Tom Riddle standing next to her with an amused smirk on his lips.
"You startled me!" Harriet exclaimed in a breathless gasp as she pressed a hand over her chest.
Tom clearly enjoyed her bewilderment as he flashed her a smile of feigned sweetness and whispered, "Forgive me, Harriet Potter. I had no intention of frightening you."
A silent second passed between them as they stood together in the darkness.
The soft snoring of the sleeping soldiers was the only audible sound.
"...How did you know I'm an omega?" Harriet asked, eager to find a topic of discussion besides her own desire to move closer to Tom.
Tom took a step towards her as they stood in the entryway to the Dursleys' parlor.
Harriet's breath hitched as she gazed up into Tom's dark eyes.
"There's something about you, Harriet Potter……" Tom mused as he gazed down at Harriet, "Something………something-"
"-Odd?" Harriet interrupted.
A pout formed on her lips as she spoke before Tom had the chance, "I'm……I'm not normal. My aunt and uncle say I'm strange. Sometimes when I'm angry or…..scared…..bizarre things happen. Things that can't be explained."
Tom didn't bother to hide his intrigue as he asked, "What sorts of things?"
"I……." Harriet shrugged before she looked away and laughed quietly, "You won't believe me if I told you! It sounds ridiculous!"
"I will believe you." He frowned, "Please, dearest Harriet……won't you tell me? I may very well be dead tomorrow. What difference would it make then if you were to reveal your secret to me now?"
Tom blatantly lied about his concern for his mortal life in an attempt to coax the omega into allowing him to be her confidant.
"Well……." Harriet sighed, "I can make glass disappear. Once I accidentally set a large snake on my cousin at the zoo……If I concentrate, I can order a brush to wash windows and……I can turn the electric lights off without touching the switch. Small, silly things like that."
"I wouldn't call them silly….or small." Tom replied in a gentle, soothing tone of reassurance before he asked Harriet, "What else have your aunt and uncle said about your….abilities?"
"...That I'm a freak for having them." Harriet frowned as she glanced at the floor, "Sometimes they're frightened of me but even when they're not….I can see the disdain in their eyes. I wish I was normal. I-"
"-No, you don't." Tom interrupted as he looked into Harriet's face with a determined frown. Harriet pouted as she met his gaze while he went on, "Harriet, my dear Harriet, I hadn't realized the extent of the abuse you've endured! You must believe me when I say your unique talent is a gift……An incredible gift that must be nurtured in order to grow."
Harriet flashed Tom a wry smile as she chuckled and shrugged, "I beg your pardon, but I'm not entirely sure what you mean."
"I can show you." Tom said with a sudden eagerness in his voice, "I can teach you, Harriet……..I can make you-"
A sudden loud crack from a floorboard upstairs sent Harriet staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes.
Tom frowned at the apprehensive fear he saw on her fair face.
"There's no reason to be afraid." He spoke in a soft whisper, "I won't let them harm you."
"And then what'll happen after you're gone?" Harriet frowned.
Tom clenched his jaw.
While he considered a witty statement and a feasible solution, Harriet made a decision of her own for the first time in her sheltered life.
Tom blinked as she reached out, took his hand, and led him away.
When his foot caused another floorboard to creak, Harriet turned around and held a finger to her lips.
Tom raised his other hand in silent apology until she turned back around.
Once she resumed leading him through the house, Tom clutched his wand under his gloved middle finger and murmured a simple spell to silence his footsteps while they walked along.
Harriet knew exactly where to place her feet so she could move without being heard.
Tom blinked in anticipation as Harriet led him through the house, out the garage door, and up to a small loft built purposely towards the ceiling, covered with piles of soft hay.
"My aunt and uncle used to keep rabbits, among other things." Harriet explained as she lowered herself down on the hay pile, "I thought perhaps this may be a more private place to talk."
Tom didn't try to hide his naughty smirk as he sat down beside Harriet and nodded, "Ah, yes, much better than trying not to wake everyone I suppose."
"...Much better." Harriet smiled.
She smoothed the hem of her nightgown in a desperate attempt to disrupt the pregnant silence that settled between them.
"Harriet……" Tom whispered, desperate for his new darling to meet his gaze.
Harriet glanced up.
Her breathing hitched as they sat side by side in the dark hay loft, alone with each other, hidden away from the horrors of the world while they stayed in the cozy nest they had found.
"My…." Tom chuckled as he took Harriet's face into his hands, "Your eyes are truly otherworldly, Harriet Potter. The perfect Slytherin green."
Harriet didn't know anything about Slytherin, but Tom's compliment drove her mad.
Her cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink as she dove forward and pressed her lips against his in a surprising gesture.
Tom blinked for a second, shocked by the omega's sudden boldness, but as Harriet kissed him, he closed his eyes and put his hands on her waist.
Tom could taste her inexperience.
The sweet wine of her innocence inebriated him as the urges to dominate, possess, and claim overwhelmed his logical mind.
With a growl, Tom pulled Harriet into his waiting lap as he parted his lips and licked hers, seeking permission for entrance.
Harriet's heart raced in her chest as she allowed the alpha into her mouth while her thighs slipped over his.
"No one can see." Harriet whispered against his lips.
"No one can see and no one will know." Tom grunted as Harriet accidentally moved herself over the exact spot which sent a burst of heated arousal pulsating through his abdomen.
"Tom……" Harriet whispered.
He didn't bother to ask if she was in heat.
He knew by how well he responded to her smell that if his darling had been on her cycle, she would already have begged for more and he would have lost himself to his own wants.
That fantasy alone was enough to send him over the edge, but Tom ignored his daydreams and focused on Harriet as she was in his arms right then.
Sweet, delicious, endearing…….Tom nipped at her lips as if he would lose his soul once their kiss ended.
Harriet pushed him backwards and lay on top of his chest in the hay while their kiss continued and their hands brushed over one another.
Harriet was ready to discover exactly how wonderful it truly was to be held in an alpha's arms and………loved.
Conception among omegas not in heat was practically unheard of, Tom knew that well enough.
His confidence led him to neglect using any sort of contraception charm while he and Harriet began to shed each other's clothing with their curious fingers.
She gasped as he found her bare skin and whimpered once his mouth latched onto her breast.
Before Tom removed his gloves and his wand along with it, he cast a locking spell and a Silencing Charm under his breath to ensure he and Harriet did not have their night disrupted.
The next hours were some of the most blissful of Harriet's life.
Tom surprised himself by enjoying his romp with his darling more than he did killing.
Harriet was magnificent to him, with her wide, emerald eyes and sharp gasps.
He devoured the throaty cries that issued from her lips as he shredded her innocence while they made love.
Sometime in the night, with sweat beading on his brow while he held Harriet's hips in place as they coupled, Tom finally found satisfaction.
For once, Tom Riddle understood love.
He wanted to be with Harriet, to possess her, to have her as his mate, to take her and claim her forever.
Harriet clung to Tom as he showed her with his mouth and body what it truly was like to be loved.
As he crouched over her in the darkened loft of the Dursleys' garage, a primitive groan of satisfaction left Harriet as Tom kissed his way down her collarbone while he rolled his hips over hers.
Harriet wanted nothing else in the world than for Tom to stay with her, on top of her, beside her…..forever.
With Harriet writhing underneath him, urging him on with her cries, Tom temporarily abandoned his pursuit of greatness.
On an ordinary day, he may have viewed the notion as pathetic, but there, in the throes of passion with Harriet in his arms, Tom Riddle saw no better purpose for his life than to spend every waking second loving his new mate.