Tom sat in a lounge chair, his long fingers holding a smoldering cigarette. He brought it to his thin lipped mouth taking a long drag before letting the smoke swirl upward, above his head in strange and intricate patterns. Sirena sat quietly on the couch, her cheeks stained with tears.it had been mere hours since he had brought her to his room above the leaky cauldron and she had not stopped crying. Tom stood slowly and made his way over to her sitting down on the creaking couch.
"Knut for your thoughts?" He whispered extinguishing his cigarette in an ashtray. She said nothing for a long while her hands twisting and turning nervously in her lap.
"Tom he'll come after me, I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want you to be hurt. Please, All of my things are at my Father's and I have no clothes or books." Tears fell from her eyes her hands gripping her knees. Tom wrapped an arm around her. This was not his Sirena, this weeping, simpering girl, [putting him in mind of Myrtle, the girl he had killed in his fifth year, he did not wish her to act like that little mudblood. His Sirena was full of joy and smiled. That muggle would pay for her pain, they all would.
"I will go and get your things. I promise you I will not be hurt." He smiled down at her and wiped her tears away with a long fingered hand. She slowed her sobbing, her eyes still glassy with un-cried tears.
"Just be careful, Tom, I'd have nothing left without you." She almost looked like her old self. The self, Tom remembered from Hogwarts. With sunshine and flowers in her eyes. He nodded and kissed her bruised cheek delicately and stood from his spot and looked down at her, his eyes a strange mix of violent red and poisonous green. He would go to her home. That much was true. But, he would not only be getting her things. He would make sure that man would never hurt HIS Sirena ever again. He appearated from the room leaving Sirena alone and fearful of what was to come. What if Tom got hurt? What if Tom was killed and no one ever knew? She would be alone and have no choice but to go back to her father.
Tom stood on the cold,windy street once more. He had his wand firmly gripped in one hand and the other hand clenched in a tight fist. He quickly made his way to the porch and could hear yelling from inside. The man was obviously angry and at the moment was throwing bottles about. Tom uttered the one spell that would allow him access to the locked door.
"Alohomora". The door clicked open and Tom slipped into the lightless house. The house had become quiet. This made Tom panic. Quiet was not what he wanted. Not for the muggle. Tom gripped his wand even harder he suddenly heard harsh breathing and the loud clambering of boots against rotting wooden floors. Tom turned quickly to find him self staring into the eyes of Sirena's middle aged father.
"Who are you?" the man questioned a large shotgun held in his arms. Tom smirked, a simple gun kill him? It was laughable.
"I am here for Sirena's things." Tom shrugged and turned to walk down the hall.
"Stop right there" The man was heavily drunk, the rasping in his voice made it apparent. The man raised the shotgun and tried in vain to find the trigger. Tom turned on his heel and pointed his wand at Sirena's Father.
"Your one of those freaks from that school my girl goes to." The man fumbled over the words and fell onto his back, frightened. Tom walked slowly over the man who was now struggling to grab his gun that had flown into the air and across the hall. Tom stepped on the man's hand as he reached for the weapon and delighted in the crunch of bone beneath his foot.
"That's right, Muggle. I am here to take everything from you. Sirena, is mine and so, I regret to inform you, is your life. I will never allow you or anyone to hurt her again." Tom pointed the wand down at the man, his eyes a horrible blood red. and uttered the most powerful black spell he knew.
"Avada Kedavra" letting the green light envelop the man. The light died and Tom stood next to the body of the man, his eyes wide with fright and his hand gripping onto Tom's foot. Tom threw him off and walked down the hall to seize Sirena's things from her rooms and disappearated quickly.
Tom lugged the chest and a small suitcase up the street before he reached the Leaky Cauldron and let the caretaker Tom help him lift it upstairs. Tom looked himself over. He mustn't have any evidence of what occurred. Sirena must never know, he made a silent promise to never tell her. He threw a hand through his thin raven locks and opened the door to find that Sirena had found one of his books and was reading on the couch listening to the radio.her hair hung in chocolate waves in front of her bruised face. She looked up immediately to see him and smiled sweetly. Tom smirked and dragged her chest and suitcase into the room before shutting the door behind him. He walked over to her and sat down as the radio filtered out the final note of a symphony.
"Are you ok?" She asked immediately as he sat down her hands, cool and soft on the skin of his face. Tom took her hands from his face and kissed them gently.
"I'm fine. I'm just glad to be here with you." He wrapped an arm around her. They sat in silence for what seemed like hours. Finally Tom spoke.
"I will never let anyone hurt you again, Sirena." He took his arm from around her shoulders and laid his hands on her shoulders.
"I know Tom."
"You don't understand. I want to be able to protect you forever. I want...when you get out of school of course, I would like to marry you." Tom said these last words with confidence, inside, however, his insides burned with fear. What if she said no?
"Tom.it's.. Yes.I would like to marry you someday." Sirena smiled up at him. Things like these made her realize just how much older Tom was. How much more confident and adult he was. It made her happy that someone that responsible would always be there to take care of her.
"Thank you." Tom sighed with relief. He turned his eyes to the clock that hung on the wall.
"I think perhaps its time for bed, young lady." Tom stood and swooped down again, picking her up and carrying her to bed. Sirena gasped as he held her to his chest. Tom gently dropped her on the king size bed and smiled at her.
"I'll be on the couch if you need anything." Sirena blinked.
"Tom this is your room and you paid for it. I think its only right that you sleep in the bed." Tom shook his head.
"I wouldn't dream of making you sleep on the couch. I have some studying to catch up on and then I will be going to bed." Sirena nodded. She understood how important it was for Tom to study. Tom knelt and kissed her lips softly.
"I'll be sure to bring in your trunk and suitcase, so that you can have your things at hand. Good night." Tom stood from the bed and walked out, closing the door behind him. Sirena was too tired to argue and fell asleep quickly not even bothering to remove her shoes. Tom felt horrible about lying to her. He hated lying to her. It was important that he do it though, for her sake. Tom ran his hands through his hair quickly and threw on his robes. He had to another appointment tonight and he was glad that he had made sure that the killing curse was so effective, tonight was the night for a personal vengeance that had been seven years in the making.
"Knut for your thoughts?" He whispered extinguishing his cigarette in an ashtray. She said nothing for a long while her hands twisting and turning nervously in her lap.
"Tom he'll come after me, I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want you to be hurt. Please, All of my things are at my Father's and I have no clothes or books." Tears fell from her eyes her hands gripping her knees. Tom wrapped an arm around her. This was not his Sirena, this weeping, simpering girl, [putting him in mind of Myrtle, the girl he had killed in his fifth year, he did not wish her to act like that little mudblood. His Sirena was full of joy and smiled. That muggle would pay for her pain, they all would.
"I will go and get your things. I promise you I will not be hurt." He smiled down at her and wiped her tears away with a long fingered hand. She slowed her sobbing, her eyes still glassy with un-cried tears.
"Just be careful, Tom, I'd have nothing left without you." She almost looked like her old self. The self, Tom remembered from Hogwarts. With sunshine and flowers in her eyes. He nodded and kissed her bruised cheek delicately and stood from his spot and looked down at her, his eyes a strange mix of violent red and poisonous green. He would go to her home. That much was true. But, he would not only be getting her things. He would make sure that man would never hurt HIS Sirena ever again. He appearated from the room leaving Sirena alone and fearful of what was to come. What if Tom got hurt? What if Tom was killed and no one ever knew? She would be alone and have no choice but to go back to her father.
Tom stood on the cold,windy street once more. He had his wand firmly gripped in one hand and the other hand clenched in a tight fist. He quickly made his way to the porch and could hear yelling from inside. The man was obviously angry and at the moment was throwing bottles about. Tom uttered the one spell that would allow him access to the locked door.
"Alohomora". The door clicked open and Tom slipped into the lightless house. The house had become quiet. This made Tom panic. Quiet was not what he wanted. Not for the muggle. Tom gripped his wand even harder he suddenly heard harsh breathing and the loud clambering of boots against rotting wooden floors. Tom turned quickly to find him self staring into the eyes of Sirena's middle aged father.
"Who are you?" the man questioned a large shotgun held in his arms. Tom smirked, a simple gun kill him? It was laughable.
"I am here for Sirena's things." Tom shrugged and turned to walk down the hall.
"Stop right there" The man was heavily drunk, the rasping in his voice made it apparent. The man raised the shotgun and tried in vain to find the trigger. Tom turned on his heel and pointed his wand at Sirena's Father.
"Your one of those freaks from that school my girl goes to." The man fumbled over the words and fell onto his back, frightened. Tom walked slowly over the man who was now struggling to grab his gun that had flown into the air and across the hall. Tom stepped on the man's hand as he reached for the weapon and delighted in the crunch of bone beneath his foot.
"That's right, Muggle. I am here to take everything from you. Sirena, is mine and so, I regret to inform you, is your life. I will never allow you or anyone to hurt her again." Tom pointed the wand down at the man, his eyes a horrible blood red. and uttered the most powerful black spell he knew.
"Avada Kedavra" letting the green light envelop the man. The light died and Tom stood next to the body of the man, his eyes wide with fright and his hand gripping onto Tom's foot. Tom threw him off and walked down the hall to seize Sirena's things from her rooms and disappearated quickly.
Tom lugged the chest and a small suitcase up the street before he reached the Leaky Cauldron and let the caretaker Tom help him lift it upstairs. Tom looked himself over. He mustn't have any evidence of what occurred. Sirena must never know, he made a silent promise to never tell her. He threw a hand through his thin raven locks and opened the door to find that Sirena had found one of his books and was reading on the couch listening to the radio.her hair hung in chocolate waves in front of her bruised face. She looked up immediately to see him and smiled sweetly. Tom smirked and dragged her chest and suitcase into the room before shutting the door behind him. He walked over to her and sat down as the radio filtered out the final note of a symphony.
"Are you ok?" She asked immediately as he sat down her hands, cool and soft on the skin of his face. Tom took her hands from his face and kissed them gently.
"I'm fine. I'm just glad to be here with you." He wrapped an arm around her. They sat in silence for what seemed like hours. Finally Tom spoke.
"I will never let anyone hurt you again, Sirena." He took his arm from around her shoulders and laid his hands on her shoulders.
"I know Tom."
"You don't understand. I want to be able to protect you forever. I want...when you get out of school of course, I would like to marry you." Tom said these last words with confidence, inside, however, his insides burned with fear. What if she said no?
"Tom.it's.. Yes.I would like to marry you someday." Sirena smiled up at him. Things like these made her realize just how much older Tom was. How much more confident and adult he was. It made her happy that someone that responsible would always be there to take care of her.
"Thank you." Tom sighed with relief. He turned his eyes to the clock that hung on the wall.
"I think perhaps its time for bed, young lady." Tom stood and swooped down again, picking her up and carrying her to bed. Sirena gasped as he held her to his chest. Tom gently dropped her on the king size bed and smiled at her.
"I'll be on the couch if you need anything." Sirena blinked.
"Tom this is your room and you paid for it. I think its only right that you sleep in the bed." Tom shook his head.
"I wouldn't dream of making you sleep on the couch. I have some studying to catch up on and then I will be going to bed." Sirena nodded. She understood how important it was for Tom to study. Tom knelt and kissed her lips softly.
"I'll be sure to bring in your trunk and suitcase, so that you can have your things at hand. Good night." Tom stood from the bed and walked out, closing the door behind him. Sirena was too tired to argue and fell asleep quickly not even bothering to remove her shoes. Tom felt horrible about lying to her. He hated lying to her. It was important that he do it though, for her sake. Tom ran his hands through his hair quickly and threw on his robes. He had to another appointment tonight and he was glad that he had made sure that the killing curse was so effective, tonight was the night for a personal vengeance that had been seven years in the making.