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Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | 1.6k | Complete | Rated G
"You can't be my father." Harry scrunches up his nose. It is still red and running, but at least his sobs are finally starting to subside. Tom finds himself relieved at that. He cannot stand crying children, and Harry's hysterics are particularly unpleasant. "Why not?" he asks. Harry rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Tom," he says, "you are seven."
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