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That's what happened in chapter 13:

"There is only one right one for her." Marc said quietly.

"Yes, and this might be Tom." Harry said.

"No, Harry. You don't understand." Marc said desperately.

And suddenly Harry understood. "Are you jealous?"

Marc said nothing. After a long pause, he admitted: "Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I love her."

On with the story:

Jana was contently lying in Tom's arms, savouring his heat, his incredibly sexy masculine scent and well – just HIM. Tom looked at Jana just as fondly. He pulled her tighter towards him and gave her a sweet chaste kiss. "I love you." he said with so much tenderness that Jana had to swallow.

"I love you too." she said softly.

"Let's go to bed, it's awfully late." Tom said, looking at his alarm clock.

"Yeah." Jana yawned for the effect. "Good night."

Still cuddling, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, was stunned into silence.

"What?" he asked. He was sure, he hadn't understood correctly.

Marc sighed. "Harry, I am in love with her."

"Marc… she is your sister!" Harry said lamely when he had recovered.

"I know… and that's what makes it so difficult. We are bonded by blood – we are twins and we've known each other for sixteen years… for seventeen even. We know each other's darkest secrets, share each other's fears and dreams and are there for the other, when we have problems." Marc was now close to tears.

"And then suddenly, this prick Malfoy comes along and destroys everything… although Malfoy isn't even the main problem as he is with your friend Hermione now. TOM, our dear headboy, is the evil git, Harry. He seduced Jana and of course she fell head over heels for him." Marc said bitterly.

"I'm not sure if Tom really seduced her." Harry said at a loss of what to say in such a situation.

"You want me to tell that Jana wants to be together with Tom?" Marc asked spitefully.

"Of course." Harry looked at Marc as if he was crazy.

"You don't think he seduced her by a kind of spell, potion or curse?" Marc wondered seriously.

Harry deliberated that in earnest. It couldn't be. It sounded too farfetched. Besides, it was their mission to bring Jana and Tom together. "No, Marc, I'm very sure that Jana is together with Tom because she wants to be."

Marc nodded, but Harry didn't see it, as their dormitory was already dark and Abraxas was sleeping. It was quiet for a long time, but both knew that the other was awake.

"Have you ever told your sister that you like her in more than a sisterly way?" Harry asked cautiously.

"No, of course not. Jana would freak out and then my chances would be less than zero." Marc said.

"They are less than zero NOW anyway." Harry pointed out. "Since when do you love her?"

"I can't tell you a date. It's just that I knew I never wanted any other guy with her than me." Marc explained.

"Ugh. Don't you think that's a little possessive?" Harry asked.

"Exactly." Marc answered sadly. "But am I really so different from the other guys? No. And I too want her to be safe, healthy and happy. Besides, I know her far better than Riddle or Malfoy."

"But you are her brother."

"And that's where the problem is, Harry." Marc sounded disappointed and Harry wondered if there was more to it.

"And she doesn't know? I thought you told each other everything." Harry wondered.

"Of course, she doesn't." Marc shook his head. "She would probably strangle me with her bare hands."

"Are you sure?" Harry asked. "Are you sure that you are related?"

"Yes." Marc sighed. "She looks a lot like me."

Harry nodded in agreement; there was too much truth to deny that. "Why don't you look for a girl who is not related to you?"

"I could." Marc said slowly.

"You know, they are not so bad. In fact, it's quite good when they are not related to you." Harry and Marc chuckled lowly.

"So, were you Jana's secret admirer?" Harry asked, suddenly remembering the tooth-paste and the love-letter incident.

"Yeah." Marc said barely audible. "I wanted her to know that there is someone else besides Riddle who cares for her."

Harry was at a loss – what could he say?

"You know we were betrothed?" Marc asked after a lengthy stretch of silence.

"Sorry?" Harry asked, completely nonplussed.

"Jana and I – we were betrothed. To each other. We had to get married at the age of 18." Marc explained.

"But that's sick." Harry said outraged.

"It was standard in these old wizarding pure-blood families… it's dying out now, but our family was still a believer of that whole blood-to-blood and status-to-status and money-to-money thing." Marc explained.

"And how come you don't have to any longer?" Harry asked as he had noticed Marc's use of the past tense.

"Because the contract is invalid if you found a partner, a wife or in Jana's case a husband, before you turn 18." Marc said.

"But doesn't that make you happy?" Harry asked surprised.

"Hm. It means, I have to find another girl then." Marc said indifferently.

"Really. You should try to forget Jana romantically, I mean. Try to look for other girls who are NOT related to you. Besides, I don't really think that you really LOVE Jana. Isn't it more of an infatuation? And you also take your brother-duties a little bit too far. And if you want my personal opinion – Tom and Jana look perfect together." Harry had to lie through his teeth, when he said the last sentence, but it seemed to be worth it.

"Well, Harry…" Marc seemed to consider it. "I suppose you are right. But still, I don't think that Tom is a good boyfriend. When we arrived at the beginning of the school year, EVERYONE warned us not to get on Tom's bad side and to stay away from him. And what does Jana do? She almost willingly befriended him."

"Not almost, she DID. And I think it's good. Maybe, if you found yourself a girlfriend, you wouldn't mind so much." Harry told him.

"Okay, Harry… if you help me?"

"Help you with what?" Harry asked quickly.

"Help me find a girl, Harry!" Marc said almost pleadingly.

"Okay." Harry said. "I'll help you, but now if you don't mind, I'm going to bed."

"Thank you for listening and thanks for helping me." Marc said sincerely.

"You are welcome. And be happy that your sister is happy."

"Yes, I will at least try to see the positive."

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Jana awoke in Tom's arms. She slowly turned and looked at his peaceful face – he was still sleeping and looked like an angel, innocent, sweet and vulnerable, not to mention extremely gorgeous. She remembered last night and blushed at the memory. Tom had been such a great lover; their first time was really special. When Jana noticed that it was only 5:30, she snuggled back into Tom's arms and fell asleep again instantly.

Not even half an hour later, Tom woke up, disorientated at first. What was that warm thing and why was his arm stuck out at an odd angle? Then he noticed the sleeping beauty in his arms and the memories from last night emerged. It had been the most wonderful experience, Tom was sure of that. Not even his death eater meetings had this effect. He kissed her hair softly as not to wake her. It smelled of strawberry shampoo. Tom leaned back on his pillow and was completely happy that his girlfriend was lying next to him. He watched her chest rise up and down, her face totally peaceful and of course beautiful. Sometimes fate meant well for him. He cuddled Jana closer to him and fell asleep again a few minutes later.

A little bit later, Tom's alarm clock rang and Jana groaned. She was nowhere near awake and it was cold; she'd rather stay with Tom in his warm bed and maybe repeat last night.

Smirking a bit, Tom kissed her forehead. "Time to get up sweetheart." he said into her ear, sending goosbumps down her arm.

"No, I'm going to stay in bed." Jana moaned, pulling the pillow over her head.

Tom sighed dramatically and got up; Jana felt him leave the mattress. Wow, that was easy. Was he going to let her sleep that easily?

She should have known.

Tom wasn't sorted into Slytherin for nothing.

He quickly pulled the blanket up and away from Jana who screamed.

"Toooom, please… you are soooo mean." Jana said.

"Get up; we have Potions for our first class today." Jana slowly, very slowly got up and got dressed (Tom had obviously summoned her clothes from the girl's dormitory) and finally they set off.

"Do you always take so long to get ready?" Tom asked incredulously when they were walking hand in hand to breakfast.

"Yes. I'm not a morning person." Jana answered a slight smile on her lips. Tom's breath got caught when he again noticed how beautiful her smile was. "Funny, Hermione and Eileen think so too."

"Indeed." Tom answered, smiling at his girlfriend as well.

Slightly late they arrived in potions, but Slughorn didn't seem to mind at all. "Good morning, Tom, would you please work with Rosier, and Jana, please pair up with Jack Weasley. We are going to brew Polyjuice potion."

That Weasley boy, Jana had never spoken to in her life, groaned. Jana felt like groaning herself and she dearly hoped that he wouldn't mess up her potions grade.

"Where is your brother today, Jana?" Slughorn asked when Jana and Weasley were chopping the ingredients.

Jana felt hate bubbling in her stomach, but she put on her Slytherin-mask. "I don't know, professor."

"Does anyone know where Marc Davies is?" Slughorn called out to the class, to the Slytherins to be exact.

To everyone's surprise, it was Harry who answered. "Yes, sir, he is not feeling well today. He asked to be excused from class."

Marc, who was a Slug Club member as well, could obviously get away with it and Jana seethed internally. Of course, she had noticed that Marc was missing and had felt a slight pang of worry. It was only short and barely noticeable, but he was her brother after all and she would hate to see him hurt – no matter how mad she was at him at the moment. However, at this point, he was obviously faking it.

"Harry…" Jana, who was paired up with a Gryffindor girl, asked in a quiet voice. "What exactly happened to him?"

"He… he didn't feel well." Harry dithered.

"Is it because of me?" Jana asked wide-eyed.

Harry deliberated. "Yes." he said finally and Jana slumped back in her chair.

"Oh no."

Needless to say, Jana and Weasley messed up their potion big time.

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"Rosier…" Tom said in a carefully controlled voice. "Meeting tonight at 11:00 pm at the usual edge of the forbidden forest. We want to introduce our new members tonight."

Rosier nodded.

"Pass that on." Tom commanded

"Yes, my l… Tom." Rosier corrected himself. He wasn't allowed to use the other name in public. "

"Also include the new members – Hermione and Harry." Tom instructed and Rosier nodded again.

Hermione had listened in on their conversation and shivered. Today would be the first death eater meeting – and she would part of it.

She… a muggleborn.

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"Tom…" Jana pouted. "What are you and your friends going to do?"

"It's guy's stuff." Tom said carefully avoiding Jana's enquiring face. "But I promise, we'll meet up afterwards. Maybe for hot chocolate in the kitchen or…"

"That's fine." Jana shrugged. "And when?"

"Midnight."

"Midnight? I'm sorry, Tom, but I am going to be in bed at that time." Jana said apologetically.

"What a pity." Tom said regretfully. Should he cancel the meeting? No, he couldn't do that again. What kind of impression would that make on the future Dark Lord?

"We'll see each other tomorrow, then." Tom said softly, kissing Jana good-bye. It was a heated, passionate kiss, but Jana and Tom would have longed for more. "I have to go now." Tom said, giving Jana a last peck on her lips.

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"You can't wear that for your first meeting, Harry." Malfoy sneered at his roommate.

"Why not?" Harry asked nonplussed.

"Because it's an honour to be part of the group. Wear formal black." Malfoy instructed, fastening a black shining silk cloak around his shoulders.

"What's that?" Harry motioned at the cloak.

"You'll get that, when you are part of the group. And remember; always pull up the hood during these meetings. Now, are you ready?"

Harry nodded and together, Harry and Abraxas left their dorm, bumping into Marc, but not talking to him. Harry felt a bit anxious – it was his first death eater meeting after all. And to his surprise, he was leisurely walking there with a Malfoy. It was surprising to see how much had changed since their travel in the past.

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Where: The forbidden forest
Who: Tom and his followers
When: 11:00 pm

Why: death eater meeting to welcome the new members

How: dark and cold, it was snowing

Tom was standing in front of his followers, wearing black silk robes, his hood pulled up. The followers, who were wearing the same cloaks, stood in U-formation facing Tom. Hermione immediately spotted the new members of the group since they were wearing normal clothes. Hermione shivered, and readjusted her scarf.

"Welcome." Tom said and Harry and Hermione were startled when Tom wasn't speaking with his own voice, but with Voldemorts high hiss. It sent shivers down their spine.

"As you all know, we have some new members." he motioned towards Hermione and Harry, as well as some Ravenclaws and one new Hufflepuff. "Our goals are world domination. We are wizards, and we don't want to hide any longer. Muggles will be our servants and we will rule the whole world. Another goal is immortality – I'm still researching for ways to stay alive forever. And lastly, we want to be a group that everyone fears above all others."

The Hufflepuff looked scared and the Ravenclaws wrinkled their forehead with worry. "Now, if you want to be admitted into our group, you first have to pass a test. If you pass it, you will be given this golden coin." Tom held up a golden coin which was similar to the one the DA had used. "If you don't pass, your memory will be erased and you won't remember anything about our privileged group. Clear?"

Everyone nodded and Hermione and Harry did the same.

"In order to be allowed into our group, I have to know your strength. And what better way is there-" Tom's eyes glinted maliciously "to use crucio."

"But that's forbidden, Tom." One of the Ravenclaws called out.

Tom towered in front of him in a mere second. "Never ever contradict me, Higgins. And don't call me Tom during the meetings. Everyone calls me The Dark Lord. Since you didn't obey: Crucio." he called out lazily. Hermione and Harry watched the poor boy writhing and screaming on the ground. It made Hermione sick to the core.

"That's what happens, if you contradict me." he said, when he lifted the curse off the boy.

"Now, who wants to go first? Ah, give our first girl a try." Tom said maliciously. Hermione heard murmurs around her. Oh no.

"Good luck." Harry whispered to her.

"Your first task is to ENDURE pain, to WATCH other people be tortured and to CAST that charm yourself." Tom told the new followers.

Hermione looked at Tom unbelievable. That had to be a joke! But as nobody was laughing and everyone was watching her fearfully she assumed that this was true.

"You…" Tom motioned for Rosier to step forward. "You practice with her." Rosier stepped forward looking scared and disgruntled.

"Ready?" Rosier called out in a quiet soft voice when he was in front of her.

Hermione nodded. Of course she was not ready for pain. But she didn't want to seem like a coward. Besides, she had endured that curse already and knew how it felt like, although that didn't make the situation more bearable.

"Crucio." Rosier said, pointing the wand at his Slytherin-comerade. Hermione felt as if her whole body was on fire and fell to the ground, twisting and writhing in agony. She started screaming so loudly she was sure she would be heard in the castle. Bellatrix's curse had been nothing against that pain… or maybe it was just as bad and she didn't remember it? Screaming, writhing and thrashing, some seconds later, Rosier released her.

"I'm sorry." he said quietly, when he helped Hermione up with his hand. "Normal procedure." Hermione nodded… it wasn't his fault anyway. Her hatred against Tom grew.

"Now WATCH!" Tom roared. He pointed his wand at another figure. His hood was pushed back and a boy from the quidditch team who Hermione knew a bit from their potions class was put under the crucio. Hermione almost couldn't bear to watch the poor boy writhing on the floor.

She was about to scream "Stop it!" at Tom, when Tom released him.

"Now CAST!" Tom ordered. Hermione was shaking from fear. She could not cast the spell on Rosier; he had never done anything to her. Granted he was a death eater and his son was a death eater in the future, but this one never did anything mean to her. Except cast the crucio.

But she would have to try. She was doing it for a better cause.

She stood in front of Rosier, who was looking fearfully at her.

"I'm sorry." she closed her eyes and pictured Bellatrix instead of a cowering Rosier. Harry dead. Ron dead. Dumbledore dead. Luna dead. Neville dead. Everyone dead by Bellatrix's hand. She opened her eyes with hatred. "Crucio."

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"Where is Hermione?" Jana asked Eileen.

"She is meeting up with Tom and his so-called followers. You remember, Jana? The group I told you when you first arrived." Eileen explained in a low voice. They were sitting in front of the Slytherin fireplace in the cosy armchairs.

"What? Eileen, I thought girls weren't allowed in his group?"

Eileen shrugged. "I guess it's different with Hermione. But let me tell you, Abraxas and Crabbe and Goyle and the others always came back, looking pale and horrified, sometimes sporting injuries. They wouldn't tell me a thing. You should be glad that Tom hasn't asked you to join them yet. Or rather, that he hasn't forced you to join them."

Jana looked at Eileen thoughtfully.

"And you don't know what this group is planning?"

"I have absolutely no idea. But be careful, Jana, since you are his girlfriend, he might consider letting you join as well. Don't do that!" she implored and Jana nodded.

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Tom and the others returned after the meeting and Tom felt oddly drained, not his usual self and the satisfaction of crucioing his followers was nothing, nothing against the pleasure he felt with Jana. Of being with Jana, talking to her, laughing with her, cuddling with her… no, it couldn't even be compared.