The Love Story of Harriet Potter and Tom Riddle

Chapter 90 - Don't Worry, Daddy

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Tom and Harriet opened their bedroom door the next morning to find both their sons standing in the hallway staring at them.

"........Good morning." Tom scowled, "Is there a way in which your mother and I may help the two of you or are you on some sort of special assignment to disrupt our peace?"

"Tom!" Harriet scowled as she elbowed her husband in the ribs. Her expression relaxed as she looked at her sons and nodded, "Good morning, James, Mark! Sleep well?"

Mark blinked.

James nodded, "Yeah, Mum, did you?"

"Very well. Your father and I both slept very well." Harriet smiled.

The awkwardness of the situation only increased as  Hariet and Tom stood silently facing their sons in the hallway.

".........Shall we go to breakfast?" Tom finally spat.

James intended to use tact and skill in his approach to the situation, but in Mark's young mind, fear overpowered the necessity of strategy.

"Mae's going to kill Mum and the baby!" He blurted out.

Harriet's eyes widened.

Tom's hands tightened into fists at his sides.

"Mark!" James snapped, "What did I tell you? She can hear us from anywhere in the house!"

"What on earth are you two babbling about?!" Tom hissed.

"Please, everyone calm down!" Harriet cried over their voices, "Mark, darling, why don't you and James come in and tell your father and I what's going on?"

James' irritation soon melted into sympathy as his little brother burst into tears, painfully distraught at the mere idea of his mother and unborn sister meeting an untimely demise.

"Come in, you two, come in." Harriet cooed as she ushered the boys into the bedroom, much to Tom's dismay.

He followed his mate and sons back into the bedroom with a horrible grimace of abject disapproval on his handsome face.

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Downstairs, Merope and Tom senior enjoyed a heaping breakfast with Mae at the heavy, long table in Riddle Manor's dining room.

The house was  large and grand enough that neither Tom senior nor Merope heard any of the commotion upstairs, yet Mae could barely hide her displeasure.

Her brothers were more daft than she could have ever imagined.

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Harriet sat on the bed with one arm over James's shoulders and Mark cuddled against her side while Tom paced in front of them.

His dark eyes had narrowed to slits as he contemplated what his sons had told him and his mate.

"What you're suggesting is ridiculous!" He growled as he glanced at James, then Mark.

"No, it's not! For once, Dad, see her for who she really is, not who she is to you!" James implored his father.

Mark whimpered as Harriet tightened her grip on him.

"You have no proof." Tom sniffed. There was a subtle hint of triumph in his tone, as if his boys' lack of hard evidence to back up their claims against Mae meant that he did not have to believe what he desperately did not want to acknowledge.