The Love Story of Harriet Potter and Tom Riddle

Chapter 50 - A Happy New Soul

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Tom's dangerously persuasive charisma and impeccable ability to lie convincingly allowed him to appoint himself as the Minister's personal aide.

The Minister was well enough, everyone believed that falsehood.

He simply refused to leave his office and instead, had given Tom permission to deliver the documents he had signed that stated his wishes.

No one questioned Tom at all when he presented the parchments, which bore decrees Tom himself had thought up but signed with the corpse's hand that had been animated by a foul bit of Dark Magic.

Tom batted away his wife's suspicion by focusing on her and their family instead of dwelling on his days at the Ministry.

Despite Harriet's happiness about the life inside her, her discomfort only increased as she endured the final weeks of her second pregnancy.

She had purposely neglected to mention the baby to Mae for reasons she did not care to admit to herself.

Tom junior did his best to complete his work as quickly as possible to return home each afternoon and be by his darling's side.

He lamented the fact that his current position forced them apart for so many grueling hours.

All Harriet wanted to do was lie in her nest and sleep.

All Tom wanted to do was lie there beside her, with one hand covering her breasts and the other splayed across her huge belly.

A month before the estimated arrival of their new baby, Tom nuzzled Harriet gently while they lay together, bathed by the bright light of early morning.

".........I'm tired, Tom." Harriet confessed in an exhausted sigh, "I slept all night and I'm still tired."

"Then close your eyes and go back to sleep, sweetling." Tom chuckled as he stole a kiss from Harriet's soft, pink lips.

She frowned as she whispered, "Mae......."

"I'll ask mother to take Mae out shopping today. Perhaps they can find a new doll to add to her collection." Tom grinned. His dark eyes softened as he gazed into Harriet's face and nodded, "I want you to rest, alright? I'll leave your wand on the nightstand.....If you need me, I can Apparate here straight away. Father and Lawrence will remain in the house, you won't be alone."

Harriet didn't really mind if she was alone or not as she yawned and cuddled into the fluffy pillows.

A soft, purring groan escaped Tom's lips as he rose from his mate's warm nest to dress and ready for the day.

It broke his dark heart to know that he had no choice but to leave his beloved and go to work.

As Tom headed to the office that morning, he thought of nothing else besides his grand daydreams for the future.

Once he officially became Minister for Magic, things would be different.

He and Harriet would never spend another waking moment apart, even if he had to build a secondary room onto his office.

Once Tom became Minister for Magic, he determined he would finally have it all.

Prestige, power, wealth, family, and the adoring affection of his gorgeous, caring, perfect mate.

Eventually, he walked into the Minister's locked office to perform his daily "check" on the dead man whom everyone else assumed to be alive.

His lips curled into a wicked grin as he bent down to examine the gray face of the corpse, suspended in the early stages of decomposition.