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The eldest triplet was called Tom Marvolo Riddle III.
The second eldest triplet was named James Fleamont Riddle.
Tom and Harriet decided to name their youngest triplet Thomas James Riddle, in an attempt to continue the use of their families' names.
Harriet passed the first month of her children's life in a dizzy, dreamy haze.
Tom worked from home so that he could stay close and assist in every way possible.
Warm in her cozy nest, Harriet no longer knew the rigid structure of a scheduled day.
Between three babies' needs, she alternated nursing, sleeping, and eating, usually cuddled in bed with her little ones either on her breast or in her arms.
After one particularly long afternoon, Harriet lay in bed bare from the waist up with her three sleeping little ones covering her chest.
Each triplet held their eyes closed tightly and their miniature body scrunched, as if they were still in her womb.
Tom sat next to Harriet's bedside as he watched closely to make sure his darling and their children slept safely.
His heart ached at the sight.
Unable to resist the urge, Tom silently stood from his chair and placed a loving kiss on Harriet's forehead.
As she sighed in her sleep, Tom's dark eyes flickered down to their little ones.
Painstakingly gently, he slowly reached out and used two fingers to softly stroke each baby's tiny back.
Two remained silently asleep, but the smallest let out an adorable little coo at his father's touch.
Tom's breath hitched at the sound.
During peaceful moments where his sons melted into their mother, it was easy for him to forget the triplets weren't merely dolls.
His three sons were real, living people who would grow into men and conduct their own lives.
Tom quickly took his hand away from the babies and moved to nuzzle Harriet with a deep purr.
In her dreams, she smiled as she distinctly noticed Tom's addictive scent.
Her rest deepened just knowing her alpha was nearby.
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Since she had delivered multiples, Harriet's midwife had mandated a longer recovery period for her patient than most new mothers.
Tom remained eager to help his beloved.
He brought Harriet tonics and salves.
He helped her change the witch hazel-soaked sanitary napkins she wore in her panties.
He even purchased additional pillows as he anticipated her changing needs after he watched her grimace whenever she sat down at the dining table.
On the morning the Riddle triplets celebrated their first ninety days of life, Tom instructed Merope and the servants to keep a close watch on the children while he let Harriet lay against him as the midwife performed an exam.
"Doing well, Miss Potter……Doing well." The midwife murmured as she tended her task.
Harriet lay still and quiet against Tom, although she held his hand as he soothingly rubbed the back of her knuckles with his fingers.
"Am I nearly done?" Harriet frowned, "I feel much better than before. I'm not having any pain. The soreness has resolved……Surely I'm on the mend now?"
"Oh, of course, Miss Potter! You're doing wonderfully!" The midwife smiled, "Recovery looks different for each woman, but your signs of healing are very positive. You can return to your usual activities as you feel able. I would encourage you to continue those strengthing exercises though, it doesn't hurt to give yourself an advantage, eh?"
As Harriet nodded, Tom asked, "Out of curiosity, does that include…..all……activities?"
Harriet grinned as she watched the midwife throw Tom a glare of disapproval.
"I beg your pardon, Minister?" The midwife snapped.
Harriet mercifully liberated her lover as she asked, "Am I allowed to……..to….."
"The frigid restrictions on sexual activity have passed, Miss Potter." The midwife quipped as she turned her displeased gaze onto Harriet, "However, I would encourage you to listen to your body. If it says you're not ready, then you're not ready. Also, it is of the utmost importance for your long term health and well being that pregnancies are spaced at least a year apart. Others disregard that rule, though I believe you have the sense to listen to reason."
Harriet barely managed to say anything else before the midwife packed up in a huff and apparated away.
Once she had gone, Tom let his hands caress Harriet's sides as she continued to lay against him.
"I didn't mean to offend her." Harriet chuckled.
"I didn't mind offending her." Tom retorted as he bent down and stole a kiss from Harriet's lips, "She's responsible for looking after you and answering questions. Passing judgement on our personal lives is hardly a requirement to fulfill her duties."
Harriet turned onto her side while they lay on the pillows of her nest.
His hands soothingly slipped over her as she asked with a smirk detectable in her voice, "I can't believe you asked her that."
"...And why not?" Tom casually replied.
Harriet sat up as an incredulous smile brightened her fair face, "Tom……You've seen me in ways I never imagined you would! How can you possibly still want me?"
"Harriet……" He smirked as he gazed at her and gently moved a strand of her dark hair out of her face, "There's nothing in this world that could ever make me stop wanting you."
A wry grin danced across Harriet's lips before she leaned down and gave Tom a loving kiss.
He raised his hands to carefully cradle her soft body as he deepened their affection, cautious of not hurting her but also eager to demonstrate his possessiveness.
Tom Riddle's quest had finally come to an end.
Harriet Potter had gladly given herself to him.
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As Minister for Magic and the father of three infants, Tom had very fleeting bursts of spare time.
Late one Saturday afternoon, while Harriet and the triplets napped with the summer sun warming them through the bedroom window, Tom left Riddle Manor and journeyed to Knockturn Alley.
The controversial district boasted many scandalous shops and threatening items, but the wisest knew some of the finest goods available to purchase were also found there.
Tom happened to be one such connoisseur.
After hearing recommendation after recommendation, he happened into a hidden shop towards the very end of Knockturn Alley's last row.
Ring, ring.
The bell over the door chimed as Tom entered the shop.
The dark walls had been covered by elegant, burgundy velvet tapestry, complemented by enchanted, twinkling lights which floated above each glass case that lined the walls and covered most of the floor.
"...Minister Riddle!" The clerk, a young man with an angular face, gasped as Tom walked into the shop, "We……We're honoured to have you here! Are you shopping for anything specific? I'll gladly show you around the shop, sir!"
"Specific, yes, though I doubt you'll be able to show me much today." Tom chuckled.
The clerk watched him approach the counter in slow, confident strides before he smiled and revealed, "I've come to hire your artisans for the fulfillment of a custom piece."
"...Of course, sir!" The clerk nodded eagerly, "R-Right away! Wait here a single moment and I'll return!"
As the clerk turned and scampered into the shops's hidden back rooms, Tom smirked to himself as he glanced around.
The brilliant jewelry that glistened from the black velvet cases all seemed stunningly exquisite yet vehemently boring.
Boring wouldn't do for Tom's beloved Harriet.
His goddess deserved only the best, a stunningly unique, handmade engagement ring.
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"And before the King returned to the castle, he rode his white horse through the village so that all who were present could see." Tom read in his smooth voice.
In his arms, the triplets blinked at the book's illustrated page while their father read them a bedtime story.
Having cast the spell before he gathered his sons, Tom's pale wand sat on the nursery's nightstand as the book of fables hovered in front of him.
As he finished the words, the page automatically turned for him to continue reading.
While he prepared his small sons for bed, Harriet came to stand in the doorway.
She watched silently as a pleased smile danced across her lips.
It made her heart glow and her womb ache whenever she saw the loving kindness Tom showed their children.
As she turned and walked back to their bedroom, she batted away the burst of arousal her body endured.
Harriet counted it as Tom's fault and not her own.
To an omega, there were few things more attractive than a mate who cared for their children.
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A short while later, Tom silently opened the bedroom door and peered inside, expecting to find Harriet asleep.
His eyes narrowed as he saw that she sat at her vanity and brushed her hair instead.
"Harriet?" He asked, "...Are you alright? You should be in bed this time of night, sweetling. You usually are."
"That's true." She cryptically replied without looking over.
"Are you not tired?" Tom pressed, "I told you I would put the triplets to sleep to let you seek your rest."
"I was tired, but then I noticed something and it woke me up." Harriet shrugged as she laid her brush down.
"Noticed what?" Tom asked suspiciously.
"I expected you to be more careful, Tom." Harriet chuckled as she stood from her vanity chair and walked over to him.
Tom's dark eyes widened as she held up her left hand.
There, on her fourth finger, the engagement ring he had commissioned boldly glistened.
A beautiful gold band firmly held two intricately cut emeralds that cushioned a large, brilliant diamond in the middle.
"You should have kept it locked away somewhere if you didn't want me to find it." Harriet laughed.
"I…..I intended to………How dare you wear it before giving me the opportunity to ask you!" He snapped.
Harriet dismissed his anger as she grabbed his robes and gave him a sharp, nipping kiss.
Her emerald eyes glowed brightly as she pulled away and smiled, "You've had plenty of time to ask me, Tom."
"I have not!" He snapped, "The ring came into the shop yesterday! Since then, we've been-"
"-You should have asked me when we were children." Harriet shrugged.
Tom fell silent as he shut his mouth.
"I would have gladly agreed to marry you then." Harriet smiled.
"Don't feed me those precious lies, sweetling." He hissed, "When we were children, you liked to tell me how strong and independent you were, remember?"
"That was before I knew you were interested in me." Harriet explained.
"Before we graduated, I approached you about mating and starting a family, but you said you wanted to focus on your career!" Tom reminded her.
"I said no to mating and children right then, yes." Harriet corrected him, "I dunno….I think I would have accepted a marriage proposal if you'd been willing to let us have a bit of an engagement period first…..I love you, Tom."
Tom sucked in a breath as his heart clenched in his chest.
"...And I'll gladly marry you." Harriet smiled as she touched the beautiful ring he had intended to present to her.
Tom stepped forward and slipped his hands over Harriet's hips as he captured her soft mouth in a deep kiss.
"You're a very infuriating woman, Harriet Potter." He whispered in between their affection.
"Am I?" She teased as she let her arms drape around his neck.
"Don't you realize you were supposed to let me ask? To let me kneel and request you be my wife?" Tom purred.
"I'll gladly let you kneel, Tom." Harriet chuckled as their kiss deepened.
He had reached the limit of his patience.
Irritated she had put the ring on without allowing him to propose first, Tom anxiously sought to demonstrate the control he maintained as the alpha.
Harriet cried out in a giggling yelp as he pushed her down on the bed and gently pried her knees apart.
She gasped as he dove forward with a dangerous scowl.
The smouldering darkness of his chocolate eyes made Harriet tremble nearly as much as the first touch of his lips on her inner thigh.
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After obtaining his fiancé's permission, Tom promptly announced their engagement to the world.
Merope was thrilled her son would at long last be wed to the woman he had spent the majority of his life loving in secret.
Although the eager journalists at The Daily Prophet wrote one article after another which detailed the news as if it was all a great shock, the public of wizarding Britain cheerfully celebrated the Minister for Magic's happiness.
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Six months later, Tom and Harriet's intimate wedding ceremony was held at Riddle Manor with a vast reception at the Ministry scheduled to follow.
Tom wanted to marry at his father's home, surrounded by only the most important friends, officials, and dignitaries.
Harriet's guests consisted of The Weasleys, Hermione Granger, several professors from Hogwarts and others with whom she had developed close relationships.
Tom's mother was his only family present, his other attendees were either Ministry employees or foreign dignitaries.
As he stood in Riddle Manor's grand ballroom, a smirk crossed his lips as he admired his bride's beauty while she stood in front of him.
Harriet gazed into his face with her emerald eyes glowing brightly.
Her dark hair had been elegantly tousled as it fell alluringly around her shoulders.
Her ivory gown complimented her complexion and amidst the swirling layers of taffeta and satin, her figure made Tom want to salivate.
He held Harriet's hands clutched in his as the officiant led them through their vows.
There was a surrealism to the scene that gave him a pleasant shiver.
How many times had he dreamed of that exact moment?
"I now pronounce you, Mr. and Mrs. Riddle!" The officiant loudly announced as soon as the ceremony had been completed. He promptly nodded at Tom as he added, "Minister Riddle, you may now kiss your bride!"
As Tom leaned in and pressed his lips against Harriet's, he hardly noticed the cheering in the background.
Harriet's sweet taste dulled Tom's other senses as ecstacy flooded his brain.