Tom wandered through the corridors. He had been in this daze for an hour now. He raised his fingers and traced where she had kissed him. Her lips were so light. But the sensation was so strong. So overwhelming. So…brilliant. It was like a drug to him. Intoxicating. He had to have more. He could not live without it. It dominated his mind.
"My Lord?" stuttered a low, weak voice behind him, interrupting his thoughts.
He spun on his heel- his hand automatically reaching for his wand. It was Abraxas Malfoy. Pathetic as the rest of his followers.
"What?" he hissed.
"Erm…I…We…"
"Spit it out."
"We wanted to know…Who was that…freak?" his nose wrinkled in disgust.
"Excuse me?" His tone was dangerous. Any intelligent person would have backed down. Or work their way out of it. But Abraxas didn't take notice.
"The freak that dared to touch you, my Lor-"
He was flung into the air. Hard. A painful crunch came from his arm as he landed, and blood leaked onto the floor underneath him. An ear splitting screech echoed in the corridors.
He strode towards the trembling student that lay helplessly on the ground, unable to move his wand arm. He dug his wand deep into his throat. Malfoy winced. Tom leaned in closer and smirked.
"Crucio." He whispered.
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Luna had been appointed as Head Girl. She had never thought she could be one. At Hogwarts, nearly everyone thought she was weird, spare a few professors. To her, the position was off limits. The former Head Girl and her family had moved to France and she was enrolled into Beauxbatons. No one had come forward to take her place, and there had been no Head Girl for three months. Dumbledore had asked her as she left the Great Hall- and she was thrilled.
But she had no idea where the Head Boy and Girl's dormitory was.
Luna skipped down another staircase. She caught sight of a painting of a middle-aged, sleeping man. He had a strange resemblance to her father. Smiling, she tapped him gently on the nose.
"F…ff.f….err….wh…what?" he mumbled, still only half awake. An eye slid open.
"Which way to the Head Boy and Girl's dorm please?" she whispered.
"Take a left from…here…and go…straight…on…wards…" his head rolled onto his shoulders as he fell asleep immediately, and drool pooled at the corner of his mouth and trickled down his face. She giggled and dabbed at it gently with her handkerchief.
Her laugh came to an abrupt halt as she heard a tremendous cry of pain down the corridor. She snapped the Elder Wand from her hair and bolted down the corridor. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Her legs moved at an incredible pace. She knew that scream. Someone was being tortured in Hogwarts.
Xoxoxoxoxoxoxox
Abraxas cried in agony as he writhed helplessly, making his dark scarlet blood smear across the polished floor. Tom stared at him with a hint of satisfaction. His face was a mask- it was handsome, dark, alluring and confident.
It hid what he truly was. Broken.
I have to kill him now. I've tortured him. He'll get to a Professor and my link to the magical world will be cut off. I have to… I have to. There's no other choice.
Tom raised his wand slowly and directed it towards the trembling, pathetic creature before him. He was still under the cruciatus curse.
"Avada Kadav-"
"Sectum sempra." An airy voice whispered behind him.
A low, terrible scream erupted from his chest.
Hundreds of cuts were etched into his skin, burning. Blood poured out of them rapidly. The pain was tremendous. Unbearable. Tom collapsed next to Malfoy. Their bloods mingled. Tears stung in his eyes. He bit his tongue and soon he could taste the rusty flavour of blood in his mouth. He ground his teeth together and bottled the pain that was raging within him.
Luna stepped into the large, rapidly growing, pool of bloods. She crouched next to the whimpering Abraxas.
Why didn't she come to me first? I'm losing more blood than that crying idiot.
She stroked his cheek gently and cupped his chin. Tom's stomach twisted with jealousy.
"Shhh. I know it hurts. I know…I'll make the pain leave..." she whispered in a motherly tone. She twisted her wand in her fingers, and silver wisps streamed from the tip. They leapt around their feet, evaporating the blood surrounding them. Tom watched silently in awe. The silver wisps rose above their heads. They were now completely engulfed in a strange white light. It shone brightly, illuminating the dim halls. Tom closed his eyes slowly as he felt the gentle heat of it on his face. Then it was gone. His eyes snapped open again. The mist had disappeared and Luna was standing above a sleeping, unscathed Abraxas. The blood was gone, and his bruises where Tom had kicked him before had vanished.
Luna smiled at Abraxas and swept his greasy, overgrown oil-black hair away from his eyes.
"Obliviate." She muttered.
Tom's eyes widened.
Why did you do that?He thought at Luna.
Her head turned slowly to his direction.
So he wouldn't remember your attempt to kill him and the torture you have just put him through.
Luna could sense his guilt immediately, And then it dissolved.
I could have done that myself. He thought defensively.
Then why didn't you?
Silence.
What was that spell?
Nothing that you need to know.
Your own spell?
She finally tore herself away from Abraxas and knelt next to Tom in his blood. It seeped into her pale jeans, but she didn't seem to notice.
He was still losing blood.
She leaned down towards him. Tom locked onto her gaze. Her sky blue eyes, with scattered grey flecks, were framed with long, thick lashes. They were searching for something. Trust. If she told him that it was her own spell, he would become more fascinated.
She hesitated before answering.
Yes.
Use it on me.
No.
Why?
It is designed for the victim. Not the predator.
Toms eyes immediately looked down, ashamed.
Why was he ashamed? He had done this before, and felt nothing. Why could he feel it now?
Luna sighed heavily. She took the Elder Wand from behind her ear and muttered basic healing spells over Tom's wounds. Toms watched as the cuts in his skin melted together again.
The spell will hide the wounds, but you will still feel the pain physically… Abraxas' psychological wounds will be hidden too, but he will still feel pain mentally. A pang of regret and sorrow rung in her voice.
Her tone suddenly became furious.
YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE TORTURED.
And you do?
Luna looked away quickly before he could see the tears threatening to leak. Tom immediately stood up and gripped her arm tightly. She didn't notice.
Do you?
He shook her violently.
ANSWER ME.
He caught sight of a glistening tear rolling down her freckled cheek. It stopped by the corner of her mouth. His anger vanished and was replaced by concern. Hesitantly, afraid to touch her, he softly brushed it away. Tom swept her long hair away from her eyes.
Of course you know.
He pulled her into him. Luna's tears seeped into his blood stained shirt. She buried her head deeper into his chest and closed her eyes. She could feel his hot, rough breaths on the top of her head and his firm arms surrounding her. She pressed her ear closer to his chest and listened to his low, steady heart beat. Tom traced light circles on her back while she wept.
Who? His tone was gentle and quiet, but strongly protective.
She could never say it. Never. But she wanted to. So badly. So badly it almost overwhelmed her. She wanted to scream and kick. She wanted to go back home. She wanted her father. She wanted her friends. She wanted to say;
You.
A/N- Okay, so I'm not sure about this chapter so I'm giving it a few trial days. My decision to keep it will depend on YOUR feedback. Bad reviews and she'll go, no reviews and she'll go. Good reviews, and she can stay! But I'm still not sure. Please vote Yes, No or Maybe! Thanks
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