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Once Harriet's heat came to an end, Tom woke to find her packing early one morning.

He sat up in bed as he narrowed his dark eyes and asked, "Sweetling?...Where are you going?"

"Oh, good morning, Tom." Harriet blinked as she looked over, "Did I wake you?"

"That's not important." He glowered as he resisted the urge to growl, "Tell me…..Where is it that you're going?"

"Well, my cycle's ended." Harriet shrugged, "I suppose I'm going home."

Tom gnashed his teeth, furious Harriet Potter had the audacity to consider leaving his bed after the incredible week they'd spent together.

Instead of raging, Tom slapped a mournful frown on his face as he pouted, "Harriet…..Have I not been a good lover?"

"No…..No, that's not it! You've been brilliant!" She cried defensively as she stretched a hand out towards him.

"Then why on earth would you want to leave your warm nest for a cold, empty bed?" Tom asked with a sigh as he bit back his own anger.

"I…" Harriet began before she narrowed her emerald eyes, "Tom…..were you really serious about what you said? About us living together?."

Tom cast Harriet an innocent frown as he coyly decided not to reveal his true feelings all at once.

Despite his dangerous obsession with his beloved, the genuine sentiment he held for Harriet prevented him from shackling her to his bed for the rest of her years.

"Of course…" He breathed as he closed his dark eyes, "Forgive me, sweetling. I hope I haven't offended you."

Harriet frowned as she sat down on the side of the bed and spoke, "You haven't offended me, Tom…Surprised me a bit, that's all."

"Having you in my arms has been unbelievably sublime." He confessed with a smile as he opened his eyes and met her emerald gaze, "Considering the circumstances, I would be deeply honoured if you chose to keep my home as your own, at least until our child's birth."

Harriet's mouth dropped open for a second before she promptly shut it and asked, "Do you really mean…for me to move in here, then? Really?"

"Why not?" Tom smirked, "There's plenty of space here for you and our little one. You could even have your own room if you like, though I would be more than willing to continue sharing my bed with you, Harriet."

Her cheeks pinkened as Tom chuckled, "It would allow me to stay close as your need for assistance increases."

"Tom, we don't even know yet that I'm…that I'm….." Harriet began to say as she cleared her throat.

Despite their week filled with romps, kisses, and cuddles, for some reason, the word "pregnant" seemed too intimate to be spoken outright.

"If you're not….." Tom began as he clasped one of Harriet's hands in his and gently stroked the back of her knuckles, "Then we'll have to try again, which would be much easier if you were already here…All of that fretting done this past cycle over timing and journeys wouldn't be repeated."

Harriet considered Tom's words for a long moment as she looked down at their entertained fingers.

He drew a hopeful breath once her gaze moved to meet his with a resolute smile on her lips as she said, "Alright, I suppose we could give it a try, at least for a little while."

"Wonderful." Tom said with a wide smirk that he smoothly presented as a grin, "I'll do everything I can to make you comfortable, sweetling. You won't have to worry about a single thing."

—

Regardless of his selfish motives, Tom Riddle became a man of his word to Harriet.

Her landlord was kind enough to waive the fee for breaking her lease.

Once the weekend arrived, he helped her move her belongings from her flat to his grand estate.

To make Harriet comfortable, Tom gave her the most sumptuous guest bedroom in the house, though during the next three weeks that passed, it went unused.

Although Harriet's things had been placed in that room, she went to bed every night with Tom.

Each evening that Harriet would allow it, Tom made love to her until she cried out his name, drunk on the feel of her, intoxicated by her sweet scent.

The few times when Harriet came home too tired for anything more than a simple kiss, Tom patiently tended to her needs before he placed her in a warm bath to wash and dry her.

On those occasions, by the time he tucked Harriet into bed next to him, she was already drowsy, soothed into slumber by the warm water and his comforting presence.

It pleased him to the point of elation that Harriet developed the habit of cuddling against his chest to find her respite, eager to become her main source of comfort.

Harriet Potter had come to Tom Riddle wanting a baby.

Tom Riddle would gladly accept an heir, but he wanted Harriet Potter in return.

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On the fourth week after Harriet's heat, she said nothing about her symptoms but Tom noticed she began to tire more easily.

Instead of coming home some nights exhausted, by the end of every work day, it was all Harriet could do to find the strength to wash up before she sunk into her nest.

Tom had their dinners brought to their bedroom, after which he barely managed to give Harriet a few bites before she drifted off.

Halfway into that week, when she noticed her regular monthly bleeding failed to arrive, she dared to let herself hope.

"Tom…..?" She asked Saturday afternoon as she approached him while he sat in his study.

"Hello, sweetling." Tom smiled as he folded the document in his hands, placed it on his desk, and gave Harriet his full attention, "Is something the matter?"

"No, nothing." Harriet frowned, "I was wondering if you needed any help?"

"Help?" Tom blinked.

"Yes, I'm rather bored today." She said quickly, "Is there anything I might help you do to pass the time?"

Tom thought for a moment before he handed Harriet some papers from his desk as he answered, "I suppose….Here, I need to read these and notate the lines that most need attention. I trust you, sweetling, you can do it in my place if you wish."

Harriet nodded as she took the parchments from Tom and promptly sat down in a nearby chair.

Tom eyed her carefully as she worked.

While he wasn't foolish enough to directly use Legilimency against her, a sweeping, noninvasive spell similar to that magical, mental art gave him a sample of her emotions.

Excitement, fear, apprehension…

Harriet's feelings spurred Tom to speak as he cleared his throat and asked, "...Harriet?"

"Yes?" She blinked as she looked up from the parchments.

"I was counting the days since we…shared one another. Have you bled yet?" He asked.

"No." She replied as a smile danced across her lips that she could not conceal, "I haven't."

"Ah." Tom nodded. A silent second passed before he boldly acknowledged the next unspoken step, "Perhaps I should contact a midwife then? I read about the best ones in wizarding Britain."

"Yeah, Tom." Harriet nodded, grateful he would take the step she had hesitated to pursue, "That'd be brilliant."

Although Harriet was known for her courage, the idea of visiting a midwife terrified her.

What if they had failed and there was no baby?

Another dizzying possibility remained, however…what if their efforts had been successful?

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Two days later, Harriet lay on an examination table in the midwife's office, with Tom holding her hand as the skilled healthcare worker performed a quick, painless, diagnostic charm.

Harriet and Tom both watched the woman furrow her brow as she slowly read the results.

"Hmm, yes, Miss Potter, it's as you both suspected. We have our proof." The midwife nodded as she glanced up at Harriet.

Harriet drew a silent breath as Tom's dark eyes widened while he squeezed her hand.

She silently returned the pressure.

They both waited for a single heartbeat as the midwife opened her mouth to speak again.

"You're with child, Miss Potter." The midwife smiled, "Congratulations! Everything appears to be healthy at this point, so I'll gather a few pamphlets on care and send you two on your way for now, alright? I'll see you back in four weeks….Oh, and Miss Potter?"

"Yes?" Harriet asked.

"I'll need you to pay special attention to the care instructions I'll give you today. The next months won't be easy. I can see very clearly that there's three little ones in your womb." The midwife nodded, "That's not unusual for omegas your age, don't worry."

Tom laughed.

Harriet gasped.

The couple barely noticed the midwife as she began to collect her desired education materials.

Harriet sat up as Tom leaned forward to embrace her.

"Oh, Harriet! My dear Harriet, what news!" Tom whispered in her ear as he gave her a gentle nuzzle of pleased affection.

"Tom!" Harriet gasped as she held onto him tightly, "Tom, it's happened! It's really happened!"

The midwife couldn't help but notice the affection the Minister for Magic and Head Auror shared.

In fact, she eventually had to clear her throat to separate them and begin her brief lesson on maternal health, else she wasn't sure when the two would have released one another.

—

As soon as the midwife confirmed that making love would be a safe activity for Harriet, Tom promptly pulled his darling into his arms as soon as they returned to Riddle Manor.

He was delightfully brutal with Harriet's already tender body.

Her nails raked his back as she bit his lips in a fierce kid.

The sharp sting only seemed to entice him further

"You won't have to worry about a thing, Harriet Potter." Tom whispered in her ear as he rolled his hips, his usually smooth voice jagged and husky, "Not with me as your alpha."

"H-Haven't mated yet." Harriet managed to whisper as she caught herself oscillating from one pleasure to another.

Tom scoffed as he let a hand snake between them to gently stroke the soft flesh under Harriet's navel.

"My pups, Harriet." He murmured as he placed sharp, nipping kisses along his darling's collarbone.

His dark eyes flickered open to glower in the dim light of their candlelit bedroom as he whispered, "You belong to me now, Harriet Potter."

Harriet cried out as he held her close while they became one once more.

She hadn't ever known a greater state of ecstacy with her dreams of motherhood on the horizon and the man she loved wrapped around her.