"Hartford." Tom whispered. "My Prince." He shook his head when Harry’s tearstained face peered up at him, he lovingly ran his hand over the red cheeks, wiping the tears away. "I am so sorry. I promised to never hurt you, and no matter how angry I get, I will NEVER break that promise." Harry nodded as he listened to his Father’s soft and soothing tone, his ears resting over Tom’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. "That is the same for you my Princess." Tom whispered, kissing both Harry and Hermione on the foreheads. "I’m weak." Harry muttered in disgust, in equal parts he wanted to soak up his family’s love, and run away, hiding his meltdown from the outside world. "You are not weak!" Tom growled lowly. "You wouldn’t of freaked out." Harry said petulantly. "You seem to forget, that you are also only twelve years old." "Would you of freaked out at my age?" Harry demanded. "If I had, had a family that I trusted and felt safe enough with to lower my masks, then yes. But I didn’t, I had to keep it hidden. But my child, would you of broken down in front of Dumbledore, The Potters or your Gryffindor Classmates?" Tom asked with a raised eyebrow, chuckling when Harry shook his head scandalized. "There you have it. You got scared, that is natural, but you only let yourself show it because you knew deep down, that you were safe." Tom said grinning when his son nodded happily before moving to sit up on his own, although not leaving the chair he shared with his Father and Sister. "Now, I didn’t mean to lose myself, but this is serious Harry." Tom said firmly. "I know Father." Harry nodded resignedly. "But we have a plan for finding it." "We have people in every house keeping an eye out for it." Hermione spoke up. "We have just told them, that it is a family heirloom. NOT what it truly is." Tom nodded."Good."Dumbledore’s suspicious, but we will figure something out. I promise." Harry said solemnly. "I know you will. I will as well, in case you need help." Tom promised. "Oh, but, Fred know’s who you are now, because of it." Harry chirped, happy again as he thought of the Gryffindor’s reaction. "How did your soulmate take it?" Tom asked, although from the brilliant beam coming from his Son, he already had a conclusion of how it went. Both Tom and Severus were startled by both children giggling wildly. "He said that he had suspected that you were a high-ranking Death Eater and that being The Dark Lord wasn’t that much of a difference."