Ahhhhh!! Another last chapter! They go so fast it seems. I hope all of you loved this story. I know I enjoyed it. For those of you who are sad to see it go though, this just means that with two of my stories now completed, I can focus more on my others and then…ONTO THE NEXT! I have plenty of ideas stored away for upcoming fanfics and I hope all of you who enjoyed Chains, enjoy those as well. Love!


Chapter Twelve

'I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason,

Bringing something we must learn and we are led to those,

Who help us most to grow if we let them and we help them in return.'

"TOM!" Harry shrieked, running down the hall with his toddler cradled in his arms.

The Dark Ruler of the Wizarding World watched his spouse run into the foyer with a mixture of apprehension and fear coursing in his chest. Had something happened?! Was Nathaniel alright?! Harry came to a halt right in front of him, breathing heavily while his Death Eaters that he had been previously speaking to watched on with visible anxiety. Harry looked him in his red eyes seriously before stating simply:


'Well I don't know if I believe that's true,

But I know I'm who I am today because I knew you.'

Harry carried Nathaniel over about five feet before plopping the child on the floor and returning to his husband's side. Tom looked on with vague amusement. What did Harry have up his sleeve this time? His beloved was so energetic, as opposed to when he had first come to be with him and he was a depressed mess. Harry kneeled down on the floor before calling to Nathaniel in parsletongue.

"Come on, 'Thaniel! You can do it! Show Daddy now!"

'It well may be that we will never meet again in this lifetime

So let me say before we part,

So much of me is made from what I learned from you,

You'll be with me like a handprint on my heart.'

Tom found himself intrigued. Why was his husband treating their child as if he were a dog? He half expected him to start whistling for the boy next! Without further ado, Nathaniel pushed himself up off of the floor and began to toddle his way over precariously. His amusement turned to wonder and 

amazement. His baby was walking! Nathaniel was taking his very first steps! Bellatrix snapped a photo with the camera she had gotten off of an especially persistant press photographer.

"Yay! That one is going in the baby book! I don't care how stupid you think it is! Our baby is walking!" Harry shouted victoriously, jumping on Tom in his joy.

Draco came over and picked the infant up so he wouldn't be squished by his parent's rambunctiousness. Tom grinned, squeezing Harry tightly. They had certainly had their problems in the beginning but they had worked all of it out for the better.

'And now whatever way our story ends, know you have rewritten mine

By being my friend.'

Tom held Harry as they put their son to bed, each with a smile on their face. The day had been one of those rare treasures that only come about a few times in a lifetime. It left them both feeling as if they had been touched by some sort of spirit of good will. They left their child to sit together, wrapped in their favorite throw blanket on the loveseat, the open baby book open on the coffee table before them. Several pictures were already cut and ready to be placed inside.

"I love this…" Harry said with a happy sigh, while Tom looked on, his face suddenly serious.

"I love you…"

The emerald eyes widened and his spouse pulled him in for a chaste kiss.

"I love you too, Tom Marvolo Riddle."

'And just to clear the air, I ask forgiveness

For the things I've done you blame me for.

But then I guess we know there's blame to share

And none of it seems to matter anymore.'

Harry sighed beneath him, arching into his embrace. It was painful at first, yes, but it was a sweet sort of pain. It was pain that gave way to pleasure almost instantly while loving hands and crimson eyes taunted his senses from above. He ran a gentle caress down Tom's chest making the man shiver. This was what it was supposed to be like. This was what it was meant to be. What they were meant to be. He loved Tom. He had once hated him but that had all changed. Tom loved him. It had once been about ownership and domination but they had both gotten under each other's skin and burrowed into each other's hearts so that they could never been shaken loose. It was beautiful.

'Who can say that I've been changed for the better?

I do believe I have been changed before the better.

But because I knew you,

I have been changed for good.'

-Wicked (Not mine!!)