Dream a little Dream

Disclaimer: While it would be nice to be richer than the Queen, I get paid less than the busboy across the street from her. Quite obviously, suing me is kind of useless.


Harry lay in bed for most of the day, wondering at his new situation. He knew that he aught to be upset at Tom for just taking his

choices away, but he couldn’t work up the anger. As the day went by, he finally just guessed that the claim that Tom had over him

was at least partly responsible. He guessed that he liked not having to take care of himself or fight either. He did think about

what he would do to keep his time occupied, and came up with a blank. ‘Guess I’ll have something else to talk to talk to Tom

about when he comes back.’ Thought Harry.

When Tom finally came back sometime after lunch, Harry sat up to talk to him. Tom looked at him in surprise and said, “The

house-elves told me that you were asleep. What are you doing awake?”

“Tom, we need to talk,” began Harry nervously, as he picked at the fringes on the bed spread. “About how much you… respect me.

How much you will listen to my input. I don’t agree with your ideas about muggles, or your… approaches to leading the wizarding

world.”

Tom had stilled and looked to be watching Harry carefully. Once Harry had finished talking for the moment, Tom approached the

bed and gestured at it. “Do you mind if I sit with you for this?”

Harry mutely nodded his head and scooted over so that Tom was sitting next to him.

“Harry,” Tom began as carefully as Harry had, “Right now you are the most important person in the world to me. I would give my

life for you should the need arise, but I don’t wish for you to be in a situation where it would arise. You should stay here. I could

teach you everything that you would need to know about the wizarding world, spells, customs, potions, anything. I could hire tutors

for you, and anything to keep you safe and engaged. I do respect you and I hang off of your every word.”

Harry listened, but the thought of spending his entire life buried in books wasn’t very appealing to him. “Tom, I had always

planned for a physical job occupation. Auror, quidditch player, anything like that to keep me interested. I don’t sit still very well,

and after about a month I would go stir crazy.”

Tom looked at Harry for a few moments, considering the things that Harry had said. He took the things that he knew about Harry

and put them in a mental list.

1) Harry was an early riser.
2) Harry needed something that changed often, to keep him engaged.
3) Hm, did Harry like animals?

Tom looked very happy with himself, causing Harry to get suspicious. Had Tom gone and made some important decision without

him again?

“Cub, are you well enough to get up at the moment? To walk outside?”

Harry nodded slowly thinking ‘if we don’t go too far it should be alright.’ Tom grinned broadly and ushered Harry into the

humongous walk in closet to get changed from his P.J.s. A few minutes later he came out in jeans and a tight t-shirt, only to blush

when Tom wolf whistled at him. “Come on” he muttered, thinking ‘I’m not good looking at all. Would he pay attention to me at all

if I weren’t his mate?’

Tom was unaware at his mate’s self destructive thinking, intent on getting praise from his cub for knowing his likes well enough.

While the two trekked down the stairs, they where so wrapped up in their own thoughts to notice the pair of eyes that was following

Harry’s every move. They really should have, for it would have made future conflicts less of a surprise.

But as it was, they sedately strolled out of the front doors and onto Toms vast and flowing lawn. Harry looked at Tom in curiosity.

Did Tom want him to be his gardener? Harry was about to say something when they broke over the summit of a small hill and

Harry saw the expansive stables that Tom kept.

“I have almost every type of equine available,” stated Tom. “From most breeds of horses, though no miniatures, nasty tempers

those have, to thestrals – I understand that you can see them – to hippogriffs, and a few Pegasi. I believe that Black has a

hippogriff stabled here, maybe you’ll remember him? Buckbeak, if I remember correctly. Cub, would you be interested in learning

to ride, handle, and care for these animals? Take over the stable for me?”

Harry stood there with his jaw gaping. Would Tom actually let him do this? He had been rather gifted in Care of Magical Creatures,

and his first encounter with Buckbeak had gone rather well. It sounded like Tom had taken things about his character and

presented him with a hobby that he himself hadn’t even been aware that he would like. But the more that he thought about it, the

more certain that he was that he would enjoy it. He could interact with people, animals, his environment would constantly change,

and Harry could feel himself starting to fall for Tom. He turned to Tom speechless, and threw his arms around him. Tom looked

down at his mate’s unruly mop of hair and sighed contentedly. He felt pride welling up at being able to read his mate so well. As

the two stood wrapped around each other though, they missed an angry hiss that rang softly through the air.

“Mine.” It said. “Mine.”