Second Chances

12. Horror, Alliances and Draco

Tom yawned slightly and reached his arm out for the warmth that he was now used to beside him of a night time. He paused when all he felt was cold sheets, his hand moving around slightly to confirm what his brain already knew before he jerked upright looking around the room worried. Harry wasn't anywhere in the room and through the darkness he could see that the bath room door was open but there was no light inside.

Scrambling out of bed he hurried to check in the bathroom anyway but found it empty. His heart thundering in his chest and his pulse thundering in his ears he felt sick as he moved to the doorway of their bedroom, reaching out slowly to the door knob and turning it with a growing feeling of dread in his chest, the feeling of a weight pressing down on it and what he recognised as panic drowning through his system and making his magic crackle and burn through his system, desperately reaching out to try and find Harry.

He opened their bedroom door and stepped out into the cold corridor of his manor, moving faster than he had ever done in his life he raced through to corridors that suddenly seemed endless searching in every room for his consort, red eyes frantically scanning each and every room, his heart beat growing faster and faster when every room turned up empty.

As he stepped into another corridor he barely recognised everything seemed to slow down, his heart rate was still a panicked, fast beat but his body felt as though it was weighed down, every step was like trying to walk through quick sand and he struggled to heave in breaths through his pained chest. Reaching out for the door knob of the door he stepped outside he sucked in one painful breath before stepping inside.

It was the room that they had been keeping the baby's things in until they decided on how they were going to do the nursery, Harry had just been teasing him the night before about painting it red and gold before he had burst out laughing when Tom had playfully snapped his teeth beside his ear before nipping the ear lobe.

The room was red, but not completely, it was splattered with red, and as he turned his eyes around the room he felt his heart stop and his breathing stutter as his gaze fell on Harry, Harry who despite everything he had been through was so full of life and laughter, despite everything always welcomed him with a warm smile and warm green eyes that made Tom feel more at home than he had anywhere else in his life.

His Harry who was now sprawled out in the middle of the floor, the walls and carpet around him stained red with his blood, his stomach that had held and protected their growing son slashed open, an empty space. And as he stared horrified those green eyes, pain filled, lost, nearly dead turned to him.

"You promised you would protect us!" Harry wheezed out accusingly, a small trickle of blood slipping from his lips and staining his white cheek red.

"I...I...I tried...I don't..." Tom shook his head as he stopped to his knees staring at the man he loved, the man he was in love with, dying in front of him.

"You always fail don't you Tom, no matter how hard you try and how much you think you succeed, you'll always fail, always weak, always that weak little boy that came to Hogwarts. I knew as soon as I looked at you how wrong you were. You don't deserve happiness, you don't deserve love!" Dumbledore stepped out of the shadows of the corner of the room, a bloody screaming baby held carelessly in his arms.

"No...please..." Tom reached out his arms for his son.

"You don't deserve love, you don't deserve a son, what have you done to deserve his love? To deserve his son? What sort of father are you going to be to him? You, whose own father was so disgusted by your very existence! You think that you can have this? You truly believed that you were going to be able to play happy families?" Dumbledore laughed, his blue eyes ice cold chips as he raised his wand and pointed it at the small baby in his arms.