Chapter 37 REDO

Mishka's POV

I had been like this for an hour now, or what seemed like an hour. I couldn't move my legs or arms; my back was stuck to the bed, and I couldn't speak or open my eyes. I was paralyzed to the world, but I could hear everything that was going on around me. I could smell the dust and damp wood that filled the room and could hear the two men above me panicking desperately.

"What did we do?" One light voice questioned.

The deeper voice answered, "We fucked up."

"If he finds us we're dead…"

"He won't," the deeper voice didn't sound so sure about that.

I tried to yell out to them, tried to get them to notice me, but I was incapable of motion, incapable of speech. I feared that this would last forever.

The springs from the bed were lodge into my back, and I could feel the woolen covers scratch against my delicate skin. I wanted to grind my teeth in frustration but I was incapable of even that.

"She won't wake up." The deep voice moved a hair out of my face. I could feel his intense stare, I shivered.

The deep voice stepped back and the floor boards creaked with him as he moved. "Come on, Grey." A flood of cold air washed over me as a door opened and clicked close.

Grey? I knew that name somehow.

My mind hurt, it felt as if I were bleeding from the inside out. Visions that I didn't remember were surfacing like a memory would. Small and quaint images electrified my mind, reminding me of the reality I had forgotten. For a second, but only for that single second, I could remember who I was again. All of the pain suppressed, the memories corroded by clots and lesions were released into my conscious- and I relived them.

I remembered the first time I had met Danny and Grey, how angry I was at Danny for turning my life into a circus act. I remembered the fight that ensued later that evening with Headmaster Dippet. I remembered the pain, the agony that old man put me through… and all for what? Why did I put myself in such dangerous situations, why did I never duck my head when trouble came head on.

All restraints that locked my body to the bed were released. I snapped upright, my head limply swung with the rest of my body and fell forward. I felt an uneasy feeling burn my stomach and blast like fire upwards. I vomited on the bed and on my side to the floor. My eyes opened and I saw the dark room that I had been held captive in by my body. My stomach cramped and spasmed, my mouth watered and more vomit surged. It was silver, sparkling silver.

"HELP!" I screamed out to the two men that had been at my side earlier.

"HELP!" I screamed again when they didn't come.

The door flung open and two familiar faces stared at the scene in horror. I turned my gaze on Danny, this man was without a doubt him. His blonde shaggy hair and blue eyes were customary in the House family. "Danny…" I whispered, forcing him to pause in surprise. The other man kept moving, coming straight to my side. He knelt down and gathered me in his lap as if I were a broken child. His dark black spiky hair, those deep green eyes, the only part of him that made me question whether this was the best friend I once knew was his manly body that was once so child like.

"Grey?" I whispered.

He smiled as if I were a baby saying my first words, "yes."

The memory of pain came back, the searing deep lashes that Pringle issued me in my first year. I remembered the crack of the cane that came down upon my back and broke skin, muscle, and bone.

"'Edmat'r Dip't serd you bin 'arry notty." He smiled gleefully "Let me go, please." I cried, but he only smiled wider with my pleading.

Tears jerked out of my eyes, I could remember him and it hurt my body and soul. "Grey, make it stop. Please it hurts, I don't want to remember."

He watched me twitch and spasm in his lap, but he held me all the tighter.

"What hurts, how can I make it stop?"

Tom was staring off into space, like he was amnesic and confused as to why he was here. He noticed me looking at him and finally choked out, "… Are… you ok?"

"I'm fine," His eyes looked darker then usual, as if behind his pupil was a black abyss of dark intentions. I could see his emotions flood out of his eyes, he was disturbed, unsettled beyond imaginable words.

"They hurt you." He stated.

"There's no point in getting all riled up, really."

His hands were shaking, "I was up thinking all night,thinking,"-He brought his hands up to his forehead and started to pull his hair lightly.-"thinking all night… about what I could do."-He brought his hands down and slammed his fist down on his knee.-"Nothing, I can't do a damn thing! I'm too young, I don't know enough magic, I'm without any role of authority; I couldn't even command a dog to sit if I wanted to…"-He began to breathe deeply.-"Nobody touches you, no one… You're far too invaluable..."

I felt a chill shake me, his eyes, his,face, he looked dangerous. Like if someone dared to come forward he'd… do something terrible. "Tom, you're scaring me…"

"I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER ANYMORE!" I screamed out jerking about in his lap, seeking freedom from his grasp. I remembered the love I shared for Tom, the hurt he imposed on me, and the bond that attached me to him. All the memories we shared, the time we spent together bound my heart to his- and I remembered that time and those memories.

"Make it stop, Grey. Please, I don't want him in me anymore. I don't want him in my head or heart. I want him OUT!" I jerked back feeling my brain cramp and rip. Grey stared at me in terror and thrashed about kicking and screaming as if I were being pulled apart from the inside.

"Tom, that hurts. Let go, Tom!" The creaking of the staircase stopped as five people surrounded the only exit.

"By the order of Ministry of Magic, Mishka Winifred Gryffindor is under arrest for the use of the Cruciatus curse against Headmaster Armando Dippet."

Dumbledore stepped ahead of the Aurors, "Tom, let go of Mishka."

"Where are you taking her?" He refused to let go.

The Auror with his wand still pulled out spoke, "A holding cell where she will await trial, and if guilty she will be sentenced to life in Azkaban."

"SHE'S ONLY ELEVEN!" His grip tightened around my forearm and I cried out in pain as he pulled her behind me. He took out my wand and pointed it back at them.

"Tom," Dumbledore stepped closer. "I too think this is unjust, but it's the law. She must be tried and sentenced." He stepped closer to and was now only a foot away. He bent down to my level and held out his hand for Mishka and Tom shook his head and stepped back with me behind him.

"Tom, please don't let them take me." I whispered helplessly.

"You can't let her go to Azkaban, Dumbledore! It's full of nutcases and murderers, Mishka is neither! She's an idiot and completely simpleminded but she would never hurt anyone? She doesn't even know how to cast a simple spell, how would she be able to cast the Cruciatus? She doesn't even know what that is!"

"I understand, Tom. This will all be sorted out, but if you continue to delay the Aurors things will get nasty. Tom, just hand over Mishka."

Creaking came from the staircase again and I was faced with my worst nightmare. Headmaster Dippet stood next to the Aurors and was glaring maliciously down at me.

"What is taking so long! I want this delinquent out of my school this instant!" He shouted at the Aurors.

The head Auror spoke back, "There's a minor complication."

Dippet snapped towards me with a disgusted look but softened up immediately as he recognized who I was. "Tom, my boy!" He chimed.

"Headmaster, there's a mistake. Mishka couldn't have-"

He held up his palm in the air signaling me to stop, "- There is no mistake, Mishka is going with the Auror's right this instant! All year she had been trying to incite an all out riot, and then she dare raise her wand to me?! I WILL NOT HAVE THIS! I like you my boy, and I must thank you again for telling me about this concert, if you hadn't, well I do suppose things could have gotten far out of control! But, she need's to go, so let her go!"

I took a heavy breath, and stood speechless. I felt every fiber of feeling begin to tear out of me. Everything I cared for, everything that mattered in life was no longer consequential. I ripped my arm from his grip and stepped back. I shook my head in disbelief that he would ever sell me out. "Tom, did you…?"

"I can explain!" He shouted, but that's all I could bear to hear.

I turned from him immediately and walked towards the Aurors in submission. The Auror took hold of my upper arm sharply and lead me to the staircase.

The pain of loss shook me, I knew this was the end. My life was destroyed and all because Tom wanted to get brownie points with Dippet. I wasn't getting out of Azkaban, I knew that already. I looked back briefly at Tom, [you were everything to me…] and I was never but a game to him.

"No more, PLEASE!" I begged whatever witch or wizard that was imposing this painful torture.

"Danny, what do I do?" He looked to Danny for a suggestion, but without much avail. Danny was standing near the door, terrified by the sight of me. He looked at me as if I were possessed, like I were a ghost; he looked at me in pure terror.

"Grey, remember the day I was taken away."

"Yes," he said sadly remembering that evening.

"Something terrible happened, Grey."

"What?"

"The dementors, they would come to my room every night when I was in Azkaban. Every night they'd wait outside my doors and watch me. I would know they were there because I could feel the icy chill of their aura crawl down my back, and the whole room would turn to ice. Suddenly I would hear my door open and the cold feeling would intensify until I was literally shaking."

"Mishka, stop, you don't need to relive this." Danny requested, but the memory wouldn't stop playing out.

"The dementor would come up next to my bed and suck every single happy memory I had ever had. They'd do this every single night because they wanted to, not because they were ordered to. They would do this every night, sucking the soul out of me until there was only a second between life and death and then they would stop. They would stay for a minute and stare at me and then leave, locking the door behind them. They took every happy memory I have ever had, I can't remember any of them anymore. All I have are bad memories; I'd rather have no memories than… this."

Grey only stared at me pathetically; Danny might as well not even be there by how quiet and motionless he was being. I stayed still, completely motionless, reaching for the bond that had reconnected itself in my chest. I wanted it out, I wanted to rip it out of my chest. Even if that meant I had to remove my heart with it. I didn't want to love a man who had only hurt me.

My mind lit up like Christmas, everything in the room brightened until it was white. A women walked out of the light and started to approach me. I tried to kick back from her but I was held in place tightly by some force. She reached her arm out towards me and I screamed, "GET AWAY!" She continued to walk towards me, "Honey, it's time."

"NO," I screamed at her. "NO, GET AWAY," I screamed again. I continued to scream and fuss and kick, but to no avail. I could only see the white gown she wore and her bright white hair. She stepped closer and closer, and more of her came in focus. The white skin, small nose…blue eyes.

The force let go of me and I felt myself drop, the floor greeted me heavily as I hit my head on the ground. "Mom?" I questioned.

The light faded and so did she, and suddenly it was just me and the boys again. Only this time there as a new face in the room- one that was much harder.

The man stared me down, "No…Tom." For a moment our eyes locked, and tears cascaded down my eyes. I remembered who this man was, he was the nightmare in all of my dreams. He was who haunted me in my sleep.

He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Danny's head. "Why is her blood everywhere?" He hissed at him.

"I don't know man! We just walked in here and she was freaking out!" He trembled under Tom's gaze and hunched away from the wand.

"WRONG!" He yelled at him, "crucio!" Green light emulated from his wand and spasmed through Danny's body. He convulsed on the floor, screaming as if his limbs were being ripped out from underneath him. Danny jumped up and approached Tom in hopes to stop him, but Tom turned his wand on him and repeated the same curse. "Crucio!"

"I'LL ASK YOU AGAIN, WHY IS THERE BLOOD EVERYWHERE?!"

"Tom please, stop!" I begged but to no avail. "Tom!" I yelled again but he didn't even look at me. Grey squirmed and quivered under the light as Danny recovered, crying in hysterics.

"We're sorry, Tom! We just wanted to help her!" Danny reasoned.

"HELP HER?!" He stopped and stared at him angrily. Slowly he approached Danny as he laid in fetal position on the hard floor. He pointed his wand straight into his cheek, pressing hard against his teeth. "I… am the only one who can help her." He looked briefly around the room. "you… can only hurt her."

"Tom, stop!" I begged him.

He pressed his wand deeper into his check. Calmly, almost too calmly he stated his next move "I'm going to kill you." He whispered darkly into the air. "I'm going to kill you, because you are nothing but a pesky annoyance. You are nothing Danny House, and I'm going to prove that to you." He removed the wand from his cheek and swerved it up right in the air.

"Ava-" I jumped up without a second thought and ran to Tom. His right hand that held the wand was swiftly pressed against my chest and I held it tightly to me. Finally he looked at me for the first time. It appeared to be a trick of the light turned out to be tears dripping down his face.

"Tom stop, please." I begged him, "Please, let's play some monopoly or something, let's go for a walk around the lake. Remember how much you liked walking around the lake? Come on, please stop Tom!." He looked at me surprised.

"Monopoly," he gazed at me and whispered, "We haven't played monopoly in nearly 8 years."

"I know," I nodded.

Tom's breath was caught in his lungs. He turned to Danny and Grey and snapped at them viciously, "Get out." they hesitated at first. Tom's face turned bright red in face of their defiance, the vein in his neck thickened and stuck through the skin as he ordered them."GET OUT!" they could tell by my tone that he wasn't joking. Not now. They exited the tiny room and shut the door behind them without another word, both limping as they did. He seemed to turn back to me in a bipolar fashion. His face was as white as a ghost now and his eyes had softened immediately. He appeared to have been hiding this side of himself when the boys were in the room, but now that they were gone Tom appeared to not care about what demeanor he set.

He dropped his wand to the floor and placed them on either side of my face. "You know…You remember?" –I nodded- "Mishka?" He asked, "Is that really you?"

"Yes, Tom." One of his hands pressed the back of my neck and jerked it roughly so that it was closer to his and the other rested down on my waist to keep me from turning away. He examined my eyes, looking at them as if they were some rare jewel, a priceless irreplaceable jewel.

He replaced his hand to my throat "Why did you leave me." He growled lowly.

His fingers gripped tightly around my throat and I gasped in shock, "DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THE PAIN YOU MADE ME WITHSTAND? I TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE WITHSTOOD PAIN, BECAUSE OF YOU!" I was toothpaste in a little boy's hands now. He gripped tightly around my necks, stopping the blood flow completely, and suddenly he released me. His voice was calmer now, less aggravated. "...Don't you dare ever leave me again, you are mine. If you leave me, I'll lose my mind and I will kill everyone."

He pulled me into his chest and delicately bunched up my hair, pulling as he did, and pressed me hard against him. He rested his head against the crook of my neck and mumbled silent words into my ear words I couldn't hear and didn't care to listen to.

I started to cough abruptly there after; I could feel particles come up with the hard winds that escaped my lips. I closed my eyes trying to calm myself before I broke into a frenzy of cough's.

"Mishka, come. It's time." I heard the voice whisper behind me again. My eyes snapped open and looked upon the white light again.

I didn't have a choice now, I gave up my body and let something take over.. something much darker that had been hiding deep down inside me.

Tom's POV

Mishka coughed suddenly into my chest, and I held her tightly against me. Her body jerked against me pushing away as it did, I assumed she was trying to resist me so I gripped on to her more so/ She started screaming loudly into my ear and as I moved my face away from her to prevent myself from hearing damage she busted from my arms. "I TRUSTED YOU, TOM!" She cried, "YOU WERE EVERYTHING TO ME! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING!" I stared at her in shock as she screamed and cried. She appeared to be possessed, or mentally dysfunctional. I came to her side and tried to recollect her in my arms- hoping to persuade her to stop, but she pushed me away and screamed. "IT HURTS, TOM! MY HEAD HURTS!" She fell to her knees, "TOM GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD, GET THESE MEMORIES OUT!" She fell to her side, "IT FEELS LIKE MY BRAIN Is HEMORRHAGING!" She began to scream and wail, her voice pierced the outsides of this confined and beyond. I came to her side looked at her eyes as they bled her special blood.

The screams stopped, and her body went limp. "Mishka?" but she didn't answer. I called again but there was no one on the other side. I moved the hair out of her face and looked at her eyes- as they opened slightly showing her glassy green eyes. She appeared to be shaking, but it was a trick of the eye. She was convulsing violently.

I felt the world around me halt, "No." I whispered and dropped to my knees. She fell with me landing in my lap. "DAMNIT MISHKA!" I snapped.

I cradled Mishka's half dead body in my arms, searching for idea's in my head to bring her back to me until the idea finally came to me. I picked up her up and placed her on the bed in the far corner of the room.

Mishka, I swear on my mothers pure blood grave, if you die...

sorry I had to redo the chapter, something funky went on when I posted it. Sorry also that this chapter isn't the best, next chapter their will be a lemon fyi.