"Tom! Please stop it!" Cried a small woman. She stood with a straight back. And the look of determination you could only find in Gryffindors.
You could see emotions clouding her pretty and dark eyes. The woman faced a man wearing a black hooded cloak, seemingly the one named Tom. Lighting quickly flashed, illuminating their bodies.
Tom glared at her, "Stop what! A squib like you can't tell me what to do!" The woman grabbed onto his cloak, "I don't care that I'm a squib! It doesn't matter! You need to snap out of this. Don't follow the horrible belief that your crazy grandfather had!"
"He's your grandfather too!"
"But I do not accept a hateful person like him." She hung her head, still holding onto his shirt. "You know what he did to our mother. She was abused and beaten. Never given more than a thought. He didn't care that you existed until you graduated from Hogwarts."
"So? I agree with his decision. She was no good. Just. Like. You." He violently pushed his sister away. She fell onto the ground. The rain started to get heavier.
"If she wasn't taken care of by the loon, she wouldn't be dead. Then you and I wouldn't have grown up in that orphanage. Then you would've stayed in contact with me! Not disappearing for a couple of decades!"
Tom stepped away from her, his face morphed with more disgust. "Dirty squib. Filthy half blood. Freak. In my mind, I'm not even your brother anymore. I am an adult. A powerful one. I do not deal with children like you."
She stood up, ignoring the muck all over herself. "Well. Voldemort. Is that who you want to be? Your poor sister, named after the woman that birthed her and you, she's fighting back and you're just disregarding her!"
She stepped up to him, "I think I shall have children. Children who will be far better than you. Children who will grow up loved and happy. Children whose value will not be based on if they can do magic! Children who can really love. Unlike you and me."The women stood tall, taller than most people think she could be. Taller just because she has enough spirit, "Children who will fight against your will. If you haven't killed yourself by the time they've grown up that is. Voldemort," she hissed his name. "You will regret not going on a clean path. YOU WILL WISH YOU LISTENED TO MY MANY YEARS OF NAGGING!"
Tom's face became even more distorted. He pulled out the one item she'll never have, a wand. "I hate you. Crucio." She screamed. The woman screamed and flailed. Tom smiled a sick. Downright evil smile.
His sister soon began speaking through the pain out of sheer will, "-Tom I've loved you-" She shouted from pain "-for our whole entire life! I don't want you to-" Her head involuntarily kicked back, causing her to hit the ground, hard.
Tom stopped the curse, looking at his sister who was close to passing out. "-to hurt yourself." Her words started to get light and whispery. "But if it's to save a bunch of people and saving you… I don't mind." She closed her eyes.
Tom backed away, disgust and something else clouding his mind. He rubbed a hand into his deformed face, he had to do something dangerous soon. Murder. Tom didn't know if he could do it with this on his conscious. Time to stop that prophecy. It's more important than the one his sister just spewed.