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"Where's your mother, love?" Merope asked once Mark came down to breakfast later that morning without Harriet in sight.
Tom senior watched his wife before his dark eyes flickered to Mark, who answered, "I dunno, Grandmum…..The door to her bedroom was still closed. I hope she's not ill." He frowned.
Merope scowled.
While her husband and grandson ate their meal, she stood from her seat and walked upstairs.
Once she came to the end of the hallway, she raised a hand and knocked gently on the wooden door, "….Harriet? Harriet, dear, are you awake?"
She noticed the door had been left ever so slightly ajar and without the intention of rude intrusion, Merope gently opened the door to peer inside.
A soft smile danced on her lips as she realized the bedroom had been left dark and vacant.
Merope saw it as an indication of Harriet's recovery that she had risen early, for the first time since that dark winter, and headed to the office alongside Tom.
Harriet usually made certain to partake in the family breakfast before joining Tom at the Ministry.
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Panting for breath against the deep cramps in her abdomen and the unwelcome flush that heated her skin, Harriet hurriedly constructed a makeshift nest, deep in the abandoned house she currently inhabited,
Her thoughts had pulled her to Godric's Hollow during her apparition, a place which she had not consciously chosen.
Inside that abandoned house that had belonged to her parents during her infancy, Harriet shuffled around the dusty, tattered bedroom upstairs as her spells flew this way and that.
Cleaning charms.
Transfiguration commands to switch pieces of debris into fluffy blankets, supple pillows, and other preferable, usable items for her nest.
Harriet sighed as she finally collapsed into that warm, soft bed.
Under the safety of those forgiving covers, she hurriedly slipper her robes off, then her bra and knickers until she laid bare between the sheets.
As sweat beaded on her face, her eyes partially closed as she took a deep breath.
Despite the obvious signs of neglect from the bygone years in that abandoned house, it gave her a strong sense of comfort to know that her own mother had probably once laid in that same spot.
As Harriet closed her eyes, her brow furrowed as another deep pain took hold.
Although the idea of another conception terrified her, she couldn't help but wish that Tom had been there to offer a comforting cuddle at the very least.
Having his strong arms around her while she lay there, suffering through the inevitable, would have been a welcome relief to her aching body.
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"Where is your mother, son?" Tom spat that evening as soon as he arrived back in Riddle Manor's parlor only to find Mark by himself.
"Isn't she still at work, Daddy?" Mark asked as he blinked up at Tom.
"She hasn't been at the Ministry at all today." Tom scowled, "I assumed she's been home with you?"
Mark held onto his plush toy while he frowned and shook his head.
On a mission to find Harriet, Tom marched away in a huff.
His dark eyes examined each room he passed until he finally came to the bedchamber he shared with his wife
"Sweetling?" He asked as he slowly opened the door and peered inside, "My darling, are you al-"
Tom's eyes narrowed to suspicious slits as he realized the room had been abandoned.
With a snarl of frustration, he charged inside.
The edge of the paper that glimmered on the dresser in the light from the hall finally caught his attention.
With a scowl of irritation, Tom snatched the piece of parchment and furrowed his brow as he read over Harriet's messily-written lines.
Gone away for a time, will be back soon.
Harriet
A low growl left his throat as the paper fluttered to the floor.
His wand was in his hand before he could think.
The incantation for a tracking spell left his lips not more than a few seconds later and in one, blazing burst of magic, the Minister disappeared to locate his missing wife.
At the end of a long day, all he wanted to do was come home to his family, had that been too much to ask?
Besides the inconvenience, Tom couldn't stand being ignored.
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Harriet groaned as a bright burst of white flame sent Tom appearing directly in front of her hastily constructed nest, there in that lonely house.
Relief filled Tom's heart as he saw his beloved lying there, a short distance away from him.
"Sweetling?" He barked as the glittering light of the spell ended, "What are-"
Tom's words fell away.
His dark eyes widened the instant the smell reached his nostrils,
That sweet, intoxicating scent, Tom recognized it instantly…
His mouth went dry as his dark eyes glistened with lust once he met Harriet's half-lidded, green gaze.
"Oh, Harriet…" He chuckled darkly as a deep sigh of promised satisfaction left his lips.
"Tom…." Harriet whispered, "Please…"
In one smooth motion, he pocketed his wand and stalked towards her.
Harriet audibly gasped as Tom kicked off his shoes and crawled onto the many covers that composed the outer layer of her nest, moving upwards until he hovered inches from her face.
"Another heat?" He chuckled as he raised a hand and stroked her cheek, "How wonderful…Why didn't you tell me, sweetling?"
"Tom, I can't…" Harriet whispered as she closed her eyes for a second and opened them with renewed determination, "l can't have another, I can't conceive again! Please….."
"Who said anything about conception?" Tom asked as he waved a hand and sent forth a dark, protective spell Harriet did not immediately recognize.
"My only wish, Mrs. Riddle," Tom vowed as he gazed into Harriet's face with a surprising gentleness in his dark stare, "…..Is to please you."
Harriet cried out as he moved forward and pulled her into his arms.
Although a part of her wanted to push him away, her body betrayed her the instant she caught a whiff of his dark, seductive scent.
As their lips met, Harriet's cheeks flushed red with the angry embarrassment that all she had been able to do was entice her alpha into her nest yet again.
Tom wasn't worried about power plays just then.
As his bare hands passed over the silky flesh that lined his beloved's breasts and thighs, all he focused on was the fastest way he could have Harriet screaming his name.
