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A/N: This is another chapter. I hope its fine, please review and I don't tolerate flames. If you don't like it, then don't read, simple really. If you find something wrong, may it be grammar, spelling or whatever, please correct me, I will gladly correct the error.
Spears.
There were a lot of spears that were driven against a cannon and it points toward the young man, white robes caked with mud and blood, bound and gagged on a post.
He was horrified by the sight. Such cruel, cruel things this young man always suffers. If he was the one to persecute this young man, he'll just do it with a killing curse: no pain, no suffering. He saw the young man's face; he was neither crying out for help nor looking scared. Sheer determination, it was what astounded him, he should be a Gryffindor. Pure courage, yet bravery are closely knitted to foolishness.
Tom believed that the young man is foolish; being brave and all in when in fact he is going to die. He should ask help, not face those deathly sharp stakes with eyes glinting with sheer determination, as if he is coaxing death to go to him.
Tom heard an audible twang and the spears were fired to the bound young man. Tom felt for a stupid moment he was at the muggle trials, in which wizards are speared or burned. He fumbled for his wand to cast a shield around the young man, but found none. He almost screamed in frustration and rage. He can't afford to see this young man die again!
He was close into flinging himself to shield the young man in his dreams, but before he can make up his mind and just do that, the young man who was bound and gagged was pierced by a lot of spears, his immaculate white robe drenched in his own spouting blood.
The scent of blood hangs thick in the air and Tom rushed to the young man's side and loosen his binds. The young man fell limped in his arms.
"Why? -"The young man wheezed, it was a wet sort of wheeze, as if he has liquid in his throat. "Why d..do y..you keep o- on coming here?" the young man struggled to speak.
"Hush, you are weak." Tom said as soothing as he can. They were at the ground now, Tom was holding the broken and bloodied body in his arms, it was cleared of spears now, but blood was freely flowing. "What did you do to deserve all of this?" he asked quietly, really curious but then he has this certain impulse on finding out who did it to the young man and he will kill them, as painful, as messy as they did to this young man.
"This is my fate." The young man said with a resigned sigh. "There is no escape, none."
Tom tried to stop the bleeding of the young man's wounds by tearing his own robes and tying the young man's bleeding cuts, the young man grimaced and groaned in pain.
"S-stop, I am dying." The young man said hoarsely. "T-thank you..." The young man took as shuddering breath and limped in Tom's arms.
Tom bolted up again from slumber, it was dawn. The light was starting to crack through the dark sky and the sky was tinged pink and orange, a sign of another new morning. There was a knock on his door, he staggered and opened it. It was Severus and Lucius behind his back.
Lucius mercury eyes widened as he saw the appearance of their Lord: weary, dishevelled, drenched in blood. Such weakness he have never seen on their Lord but what shocked him most was his bloodied robes and arms, crimson liquid still wet and dripping.
Severus looked shocked as well due to the bloodied robes and he took a quick glance in his lord's room, but saw no dead person. Severus deduced it was from those dreams. Again.
"It's not my blood. It's from the dream." Tom said, somewhat strained "He died in my arms. How many times should he die in my arms?" Tom said in a somewhat quiet but agonized voice the other two looked taken aback, but chose not to notice.
"My Lord, here is the potion so you can sleep again." Severus said, voice betraying the emotions that was not on his face: concern.
Tom nodded and dismissed his two death eaters, he cleaned himself and drank the cool liquid and fell asleep.
A/N: I will be posting a few, I need your opinions. Thank you.
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