"Mom..." Harry muttered, his body shivering as he realized the gravity of his misunderstanding, which had been so grossly misplaced.
Upon waking up, what would be his mother's first thought? Would she calmly inquire about the strangers' identities and ask where her baby was? Would she listen to his story and instantly develop an affection for him simply because he was Harry?
Certainly not. Her initial instinct would be to search for her babies, and if she discovered one was missing, that would signify trouble. Particularly within the treacherous royal family, where any missing member meant a significant trouble. And to her, those who brought trouble were always considered enemies.
Why would she bother hearing their bullshit?
And of course it will end up in this situation.
'Was my brain consumed by my dick?' He thought, yet his mind focused on the easiest way to go from here to achieve the best results and called out, "Mom!"