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Tuesday, March 28, 1995

Hogwarts Grounds

"Snakey-Snape!"

The man in question slumped before he turned around with a soft smile that he reserved for use with only Eden or Draco.

"Yes, Eden?"

She stopped next to him, and took a deep breath. Her heart thundered slightly in her chest from the sprint from the great hall to where they now were on the grounds. "I wanted to ask you about a potion that I was reading about the other day. I tried to find out more about it in the library, but couldn't find anything there, or in the Slytherin common room, so, I decided that I'd find you and ask you about it."

He smiled fondly at her and gestured for her to follow him. "I have to run an urgent errand, so unfortunately, we'll have to walk to the gates while we talk."

"That's fine." The two started a semi-fast stroll, and every once in a while, their arms would bump.

"What was the potion that you wanted to ask me about?"

"The Draught of Starlight."

He paused for a moment and looked at her with a strange look on his face before they continued on. "Where did you read about that?"

"I've recently gotten into Solar Magick, and that was mentioned in one of the books I was reading. The main reason that I ask about it, is because in first year, Squirrelly gave me a Stardust necklace that apparently has some protections on it. I don't really remember though . . . . I was kind of high on pain potions at the time. I wanted to know if they're the same thing, similar, or two things completely different." As she spoke, she fingered the necklace with an extremely small vial on the Magically reinforced cord that had a silvery-white powder in it.

He hummed as he inclined his head in understanding. "Stardust, and the Draught of Starlight are not the same thing. And, there's even two types of Stardust."

"What do you mean?"

"You see, there is a holiday of sorts. It's called the Day of the Serpent Star. It was discovered by Salazar Slytherin's fifth great-grandfather, Skylark Slytherin. On the Day of the Serpent Star, you are able to make a special type of Stardust. Do you know how to make it?"

"Yes, but, I'm not entirely sure what its use is." She had read numerous ways to make it, but hadn't made it herself, and its use was always . . . glossed over.

"Alright. You see, Stardust on its own doesn't really do much. It's a stabilizer for a lot of Solar Magic Rituals, Solar Prayer Ceremonies, and Solar Potions, but, beyond that, it's just something you can press into a decorative stone paper weight, or allow it to be a pretty decoration in a vial.

"On the Day of the Serpent Star, however, if you make Stardust, it gains protective properties. It's not a whole lot though. It'll protect you from minor hexes, curses, and jinxes, but not anything that's taught above third year.

"There are some speculations that Stardust made then will also prevent you from being poisoned by a snakebite, but again, not much is known about that particular protection because for some strange reason, people aren't willing to test that theory."

She smiled and snorted softly. "Alright, I can understand that. What does the Draught of Starlight do?"

"The Draught of Starlight isn't actually really that useful. Its main use is to create a small nightlight for children who are scared of the dark, and not drain the parents' magic."

She hummed under her breath. "That makes sense. Does it have any other uses?"

He opened his mouth to respond as he inclined his head—

"Miss Potter, might we have a moment of your time?"

Eden frowned and turned around to be greeted with the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress. "Whatever for?"

Couldn't they see that she was in the middle of a conversation?

"We just want to ask you some questions."

They weren't far from the castle, but they were still alone, just the four of them, and that didn't make her feel better at all. She looked to Snakey-Snape, and saw him already looking at her. "Will you stay?"

"Of course," he drawled, "as your Head of House, it would be inappropriate for me to ignore my duty to be with you while you speak with the Headmaster. In fact, it would be inappropriate for any teacher to allow a student to speak one on one with the Headmaster."

The man in question tensed, and she and Snakey-Snape both put up their Masks that gave absolutely nothing away. She stepped closer to him and tried to ignore the hatred and slimy sensations that started to fill her.

"What did you want to talk to be about, Headmaster?" she slightly sneered, her disapproval of the conversation quite clear.

Minnie cleared her throat. "Well, you see . . . we've had some . . . concerns over some things that we have been seeing you do lately."

Did they know about the sneaking into the Restricted Section, the library, and the Room of Requirement?

"I apologize, Professors, I don't know what you mean."

Dumbles took over as he had clearly decided that only asking what they wanted straight forward would work—smart man (unfortunately). "Have you been taking illegal potions to Expand your Core, Noah?"

Her right eye twitched, and she felt control slip just a bit before she got it back—albeit, not a strong as before.

(if she had been paying attention, she would have noticed the crack in the sphere)

"It's Eden, and no. I haven't."

He didn't believe her. The twinkle in his eyes had dulled, and they were now filled with a glint of suspicion. "How would you explain why you are capable of more advanced spells than your classmates?"

She shrugged delicately. "I've been practicing, Headmaster. Your Core is like a muscle, I have discovered. It grows with use. Practicing for this horrid Tournament has required me to practice, a lot. It would make sense that my Core is slightly larger than my classmates. But, we also must acknowledge the fact that I did have a fairly large Forced Expansion that happened because of the last Task."

The two still didn't believe her. "Noah, my dear—"

Her left eyebrow twitched.

It was their only warning.

Her magic broke out of its tight confines, and snapped in the air around her—the sphere lay shattered next to her Core as the chains steamed. Her hair was torn out of the complex Viking goddess hairstyle she had spelled it into that morning after she had returned from the Restricted Section.

The free strands floated around her head and magic crackled between the strands, and they reached simultaneously for her Core, and the two professors in front of her before they'd rub against her face, and then continue to snap around violently. "Don't. Call. Me. That. Again," she snarled, her voice altered by the magic that curled around her.

a cut appeared on the Headmaster's cheek and tears unwillingly pooled in her eyes, and dripped down her face, and her magic grew more violent. Instead of a clear line being left, like expected, a thick, black line marred her skin. She still hadn't gotten control of the Forced Expansion, which was both extremely dangerous, and unusual—perhaps it was because she had been Locking her Core.

The two unwelcome professors were forced back a few steps, and stared at her in horror as her feet started to lift off of the ground. "We apologize, Miss Potter," Minnie spoke in a poor attempt to regain control of the situation.

More Tears streaked down her face, and her clothing started to snap in the powerful gales that her magic brought around her. Cuts started to appear on her own skin, and her eyes began to glow. Her outer robes were torn off of her body, and tears began to form in her school shirt and skirt, and blood started to seep from the cuts and stain her clothes, and skin.

Snakey-Snape placed his hand on her shoulder, and almost immediately her magic started to calm. Her feet quickly touched the ground, and her clothing stopped tearing. Her magic still snapped at the unwelcome professors, but no longer did cuts appear on her own skin. She swiped her arm across her damp face, and grimaced when it came back black.

"Eden, you need to breathe. Remember what Poppy said: you'll have issues controlling your magic now because of the Forced Expansion. You don't want to hurt someone."

Oh, she bloody well did want to hurt someone. Mainly the two bumbling baboons in front of her.

She was shocked out of her blood thirsty thoughts when an unknown, yet vaguely familiar—ataractic encouraging supportive comforting—Force brushed up against her magic. She tensed when it wrapped completely around her and her magic—it almost felt like she was being hugged from every direction, and she swore she felt fingers run through her hair.

Frightened, she began to wrangle her thick, Raw Magic back into its usual confines, and was shocked—amazed startled awed pleased—when the unknown Force aided her in her endeavors. Once her Core was Locked away, she felt fine.

Weird.

The Force released her, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a royal purple mist as what felt like fingers ran through her hair, and a kiss was pressed to the top of her head.

Well done, my child.

She quickly turned to see what it could be, but it was gone by the time she moved. "Did you see that?" she demanded of Snakey-Snape—she had forgotten that they weren't alone.

"See what"

The three adults stared at her in confusion as she spun around in a circle, and even began to look behind Snakey-Snape. Her left brow furrowed as she stopped on his right once more. "Nothing. I just thought . . . never mind. I thought I had seen something." She rubbed at her eyes and shook her head. "It's nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Alright," she could hear his reluctance. He turned to the two professors while she continued to rub at her forehead. "Did you need something else?"

"No. Severus, perhaps you should write to her parents and see about getting her a Containment Orb until she can control her magic once more," Minnie suggested before she and Dumbles left.

Once they were alone, they continued on towards the gates. "St. Mungo's had one of those in my room," she commented.

"Oh?"

"Yes." She was silent for a moment. "I didn't like it." He laughed softly. "So, I broke it."

He snorted, and she preened. "That was a very dangerous thing to do, sweetie," he admonished lightly as he fondly ruffled her hair. "You could have gotten cut."

She shrugged as she thought back to the moment that it had happened. "It didn't hurt me. Besides, it had been cracking anyway, so, I just unBound my magic completely, and it happened to break. It wasn't a fully conscious decision to break the Orb."

He stopped and stared at her, and she had to turn back to look at him as she had continued walking. Her head tilted to the side, and he spoke. "You broke a Containment Orb? By just unBinding your magic?"

"Yup." What was so hard to believe about that?

"How big was it?"

She thought for a moment. "Um . . . I think it was the size of a quaffle? Maybe a small pumpkin . . . . I'm honestly not too sure. I didn't pay too much attention to it. I was too busy trying to get caught up."

Severus' heart seemed to stop as he stared at Eden, and he finally realized—admitted to himself (he had had his suspicions since November, after all)—that the 'great' Albus Dumbledore had indeed made a mistake that Samhain night, all of those years ago.

Eden was the prophecy child.

Suddenly, a lot of things started to make a lot more sense.

"Eden, that's the largest Orb size that they make. Those are supposed to be impossible to break with Raw Magic."

She looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, the pure embodiment of uncaring teenager. "Evidently they're not. Can we get back to the Starlight Draught thingy?"

"Eden, this is important that we get your magic back under control. You could hurt someone."

"So? If I hurt someone who hurt me, what's the problem? They deserve it. Besides, that's only the second time that I've truly lost control since the Expansion."

"When was the first time?" He feared that he knew exactly when it was.

"It was when those seventh years ambushed me. I lost control and fought back, but . . . I don't know. I think they cast some spell on me after I did start to lose Control, because I couldn't Control it anymore, and it just kind of . . . shrunk, I guess. I'm not entirely too sure what they did, or even how to explain what they did. All that I know is that everything was back to normal when I woke up."

It was probably a Magic Dampening spell, he thought as rage fueled his heart and mind. He just barely kept his magic from lashing out at the world. "I'm doing everything that I can to get them punished."

She nodded and toed at the ground as they walked, and looked as if she were about to trip or stumble. "I know. Dumbles is too lenient with his Lions, and is too harsh with our Snakes. I wish we could just get rid of him." She had muttered the last part so softly, he barely heard her.

He ruffled her hair again. "I want you to try meditating in the Room of Requirement with your magic unBound so you can get used to the size of it. It will give you Control of it again once you know how large it is. It won't be as quick as it would be with a Containment Orb, but it's still better than nothing."

"Why would knowing the size of it help? I've never had to do that before."

"Because it's something that happens naturally. Just like you're aware of your arms and legs without needing to look at them, and your lips, and eyes, and nose. It's logic. Whenever you have a Maturation Expansion, or a Natural Expansion, your Core grows such a small amount, that your mind and body is automatically aware of it. When you turn 17, and you get an Aged Expansion, your Core grows quite a bit more, but, it's just to the point for most witches and wizards that they don't need to sit down and unBind their Core to figure out its size.

"Because you had a large Forced Expansion, it makes complete sense that you'd have to figure out how large your Core is now." He paused and looked at her out of the corner of his eyes. "Were you ever able to figure out how large your Core was after you woke up from the Coma?"

She shook her head and his heart sunk. It was going to be much harder for her to figure it out than anticipated. "No. I was getting close to figuring it out, but every time I unBound my Core, those I was with . . . well . . . we would all get hurt. So, I just decided that keeping most of it Locked away would be safer for everyone."

Fear froze his steps once more. "Eden." Her eyes widened at his tone. "You will stop Locking your Core, immediately."

"Why? You were the one who told me about it."

And he would regret that fact forever if she didn't do as he told her to.

"That was before I did more research on it. Do you know what an Obscurial is?" She shook her head. "It's a witch or wizard who Locked their Cores away, and their magic started to eat them alive. Their magic eventually gets so powerful that it kills them, and brings a whole world of destruction in the process. Typically, they're formed at a young age, and only in those who are muggle-raised—it can happen to a magically-raised child, theoretically, but it hasn't happened yet.

"Eden, if you continue to Lock away your Core, it will start to eat you alive, and it will destroy you, and everything in its path until Mother Magic takes you Home."

She looked to the ground, and toed it with her shoe, and something popped in the air as she unLocked her Core. "I Promise not to Lock my Core again, unless it is in a life or death situation." Before he could do anything, she Sealed her words to Mother Magic and the Olde gods.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

"Can we talk about Starlight now?" she pouted.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders as he laughed fondly and tried to force the fear out of his Core. "Yes, little one. We can."

Slytherin Girls Fourth Year Dorm—2

Eden refused to acknowledge the guilt that ate at her as she Bound her Core so tightly, she might as well just Lock it.

She didn't Lock it away, at least, not in the traditional sense. But, the way she had Bound it, it could still be considered Locked.

She didn't feel the tightness that came from Breaking a Promise to the Olde gods and Mother Magic, and knew that she had found a solution.

Wednesday, March 29, 1995

Location Undisclosed

"What is bothering you?"

He flinched and just barely kept from adding too much Hellhound saliva—really, where did the man get all of those strange ingredients?—and put the flask down. "I find that you do that far too often, my Lord."

A soft, gravely chuckle reached his ears. "Yes, well, if you weren't continually distracted, or focused, or I Eternally Bored, we wouldn't have that problem. Now, come sit and tell me what is bothering you, my friend."

He sighed, cast a potion-grade stasis charm on the large cauldron, and moved to the chair next to his Master. "It's my dau—E—Potter," he finally stammered out—he was quick enough that his Lord didn't and couldn't make any dangerous connections.

"Which one?" he sneered.

"E—Noah."

"Oh? Has something happened to our darling Savior?"

"No . . . not exactly. Some . . . concerning information has reached my ears about her. About her magic specifically."

His Master's small, deformed head tilted to the side. "Is it deteriorating under the stresses of the Tournament?"

"No, my Lord. The exact opposite, in fact."

"Explain."

"I have heard from a . . . trusted source, that she broke a Containment Orb while she was at St. Mungo's recovering."

His Master scoffed. "And how did she do that?"

He hesitated, and when his lord lifted a hairless brow, he spoke. "She unBound her magic, at least, that's what I was told. While I have no reason to doubt my source, I do not know if that is true or not."

Acid burned the back of his throat.

The Dark Lord scoffed once more. "They obviously didn't give her an Orb large enough. It is quite common for an Orb to break if it is overloaded with magic. Let it trouble you no longer my friend. It does not concern you."

He bowed his head. "Of course, my Lord. I should have thought of that sooner. Thank you, my Lord."

He went back to brewing, and couldn't help but worry.

Sunday, April 15, 1945

Head Dorms

Tom was still in bed.

Asleep.

She waved her hand, and when Eden saw that it was indeed 8 AM—like usual—she frowned.

Was he sick?

Tom was never asleep at 8 AM unless he was sick. She moved to the bed, and climbed onto it, and knelt next to him, and pressed her inner wrist against his forehead, and then against her own.

He didn't have a fever . . . .

Just as she was about to attempt a diagnostic spell—Healing Magic wasn't her forte—his arms suddenly wrapped around her, and pulled her down so she was laying half on top of him.

"Good morning, my love," he murmured/cooed. His voice was deep and gravelly, and Sebastian decided to take a world tour in her stomach.

Her heart thundered in her chest, and he smiled down at her, and she thought she was suddenly going to explode. Her body didn't know how to handle all of the emotions that he was evoking deep inside of her.

"Are you alright?" she asked in lieu of greeting. She shakily pushed herself up, so she was on her hands and knees.

Nope.

Didn't help.

Sebastian was somewhere in Canada.

He laughed softly, and fire greeted her in a warm hug. "Yes, I'm fine. It's Sunday. Sunday is Cuddle Day, remember, love?"

Her face flushed. It had been her idea. "I forgot. But only because you were asleep!" He lifted a tired brow as a sleepy smile tugged at his lips, and again, her blood throbbed. "You're never asleep past six. I was worried."

He grinned and pulled her down towards him. After a few minutes of half-hearted wrestling on her part, he had her laid out next to him as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

"I love you, Eden."

"I love you, too, Tom."

He grinned and kissed her deeply. When he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers, she spoke again. "Hey, Tom?"

"Yes?"

"You're my soul."

His mouth was on hers, his tongue in her mouth, and fire in her veins as he tried to meld the two of them together.

"You own my soul, Eden. Every single part of it. It's yours."

Sunday, April 23, 1995

Dungeons

Eden scowled at her captors.

Draco sheepishly grinned, and removed the gag from around her lips. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" she hissed.

"You're not practicing!" Pansy wailed.

"How many more times to I have to tell you guys? I am practicing!"

"I'll believe it when I see it," Theo snarled.

"Guys, maybe we should let her go," Ambrosia started hesitantly.

(Eden's eyes had begun to glow)

"I agree," Evanius and Septimus added together, their hands held tightly.

Good.

Those three were safe-ish.

"No. Not until she can prove that she's been practicing!"

Eden rolled her eyes, and instead of responding with words, like a normal person, she unBound her magic halfway—that was the current amount that she could handle without getting Magical Tears or Lash-Back (which were similar in this case)—and quickly got out of the poor excuses for restraints that she had been wrapped in, and had all of those who had cornered her in the air—all 20 of them.

Septimus, Evanius, and Ambrosia were held loosely, while everyone else was starting to bruise. She stood and the three gently touched onto the ground. She looked at the other seventeen, and they sighed.

"So . . . maybe you have been practicing," Antony reluctantly conceded.

Saturday, April 28, 1945

Head Dorms

Eden opened her eyes, and frowned when she heard soft mewling sounds.

Her head tilted to the side, and she was half-convinced that it was just her imagination, but was quickly reassured that it was not just her imagination.

The sound came again, and with it came the accompanying sounds of the rustling of bedsheets. She quietly padded over to the bed, and frowned once more when she saw Tom with his hands clenched tightly in the bedsheets. The comforter had been kicked off of the bed, and he was in his school uniform—he must have laid down for a nap.

Was he sick?

Sweat poured down his face—which was contorted into a deep, pained frown—as soft whimpers left his throat. He shifted once more, and she heard faint whispers in parseltongue that were too soft for her to understand.

She climbed onto the bed, and softly shook him. He immediately shot up and looked around with wide eyes while his Raw Magic wrapped tightly around her shoulders and held her arms to her sides as thin spikes formed and pressed harshly against her throat. A large, half-Dome Shield formed around them, and the entirety of it was opaque above their heads.

Nothing would get through that.

Painfully aware of the sharp spikes that dug into the soft skin of her neck, she carefully reached out a hand and stroked his trembling face. "It was just a dream, Tom," she murmured softly.

The air was thick with the scent of ozone as he leaned into her touch, and the panic in his eyes cleared. The projectiles faded, but the Shield stayed. He frowned, and his magic caressed the small wounds inflicted before she carefully crawled towards him once more. She shoved his pillow out of her way, and with the help of her magic, maneuvered his limp form into her version of a Super Tom Bear Hug—an Eden Bear Hug, if you will.

His head rested against her chest, and his legs were sprawled out in front of them, while hers were bent on either side of him. She gently rubbed his temples with her middle fingers, while her thumbs and forefingers massaged the back and crown of his head. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked after a few minutes of calm breathing on his part.

He was silent for so long, she thought he had gone back to sleep. She was content to just hold him while he slept. She was content to stare down at him, and bring him whatever comfort she could, and whatever comfort he would accept.

"How much do you know about the muggle war going on right now?"

She was proud of herself for not flinching when his raspy voice cut through the silence.

"I know enough."

He didn't need to know that she had obsessively researched it after he had told her about it during her first year. Remus had been confused when she asked him for the books, but he had given them to her anyway. "I lived in London, whenever I wasn't at school . . . and sometimes . . . I have dreams—nightmares about the bombings that I was there for."

He continued to explain that that was where his severe fear of death had come from. After he had told her how he had been locked out of the bomb shelter by some of the horrid children—who she now wished she could kill—she decided to ease his worries by doing something she had vowed to never do.

No one should be forced to learn advanced Magic in the face of death. Especially if that Magic currently hovered over their heads nearly an hour after he had woken up from his nightmare.

She took a deep breath.

"World War II officially ends on September 2, 1945." He tensed in her arms. "It ends after Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore defeats and imprisons Gellert Grindelwald in Nurmengard, early July, 1945. Due to Grindelwald's imprisonment, the muggles—Hitler in particular—are no longer affected by the insanity brought from his Dark Addiction, and both wars are ended."

"Does it . . ." He paused and swallowed. "Does the muggle war ever touch our world?"

She shook her head and pressed a kiss to his hair. "No. It's the Wizarding War that touches the muggles."

He nodded. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked softly.

"I'd rather risk altering my future, than see you have nightmares," she instantly, and firmly stated. "I know what it's like to have crippling nightmares that make you so scared that your magic develops a mind of its own. If I can do something to prevent you from having them, I will."

He relaxed even more, before he tensed slightly. "You don't have someone to comfort you from your own nightmares, do you?"

It was more statement than it was question.

"No, I don't. At least, not most of the time."

He nodded once more before he adjusted their positions. Within seconds, they laid side by said as they held each other. Neither cared about the brightening of the room, or the hesitant knocks of the Head Girl wondering if Tom was alright.

Considering that she got there just before noon, she understood the girl's concerns.

All they cared about, was each other, as they held the other close, and just basked in the comfort that their presence brought.

"I love you, Tom Marvolo Riddle," she murmured after a soft yawn.

He grinned. "And I love you, my lovely little masochistic, Eden."

Before she could readily agree, he pressed his lips to hers in a deep, possessive, and loving kiss, and kept them there until she faded away.

Wednesday, May 2, 1945

Compartment 1—Training Arena

One second, she stood firmly on the ground.

The next second, she was in the air as her wand fell from her hand after her shield shattered from the strength of the spell that the dummy shot at her.

"Dammit," she hissed just before she broke into a coughing fit.

"Eden? Are you alright?" Tom demanded as she lay on the ground and attempted to cough her lungs out.

"I'm fine," she groaned, "I'm going to kill that dummy though."

She slowly pushed herself up from the large pile of Helpful Pillows, and ignored the way her ribs twinged at the movement. She swatted away a particularly clingy pillow, and her mind clouded with rage as she stared at the fake-blood covered dummy in front of her.

She shifted her position, and pressed her feet into the ground before she ran towards the object. As she ran, she curled her fingers into a fist, and her magic wrapped around her hand in what appeared to be a Raw Shield—she couldn't really tell, as she was far too focused on Destruction (with a capital D) to really pay much attention to it.

Magic wrapped around her feet, and within seconds, she had her fist embedded into the dummy's face, and she felt something inside of her tug before the Magic wrapped around her fist, encircled the dummy.

White spells shot from every corner of the room and wrapped around both her and the dummy. The spells lifted her, and formed an opaque Diamond Shield in front of her as she was pinned high to one of the walls. The remaining spells wrapped around the dummy as something began to build in the air.

The air was filled with a stench similar to ozone, but it was bitter and sour, and burned her nose. The smell grew stronger and stronger, until it seemed to suddenly disappear when a bright light and an explosion filled the space. She was forced to close her eyes, as even with the protection of the opaque shield, it was too bright.

A few minutes later, the light died down, and she opened her eyes to see the shield starting to dissipate. When it was clear enough, she saw that where the dummy was before, was just a black puddle on the floor where it had been while the spells had kept it contained. The Magic around her pulled her away from the wall before it moved her to the stairs and unceremoniously shoved her out of the trunk and into the bedroom.

She lay stunned on the floor for a few minutes before the door to Tom's dorm opened and Tom ran in.

"Eden! You are so brilliant—and stupid—I am so mad right now—I love you!" he snarled as he pulled her into his arms. He pinned her to him, and started to chant in her ear. The unnecessary healing was completed, and she turned to light goo in his arms.

And then she turned to complete goo when he kissed her neck.

"Wh-What did I do?"

"You mixed your Raw Magic with your hand-to-hand training, and destroyed a Magical Object that shouldn't be able to be destroyed."

"If it wasn't supposed to be able to be destroyed, why did you have all of those safety spells in place?"

"One can never be too careful, my love." He picked her up and moved her to the couch where the two of them sat and began to cuddle.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in class."

He laughed softly and kissed the side of her neck. "Currently, everyone thinks that I'm suffering from an extreme case of food poisoning, and am in the bathroom vomiting. I'm here to check on you." She nodded and nuzzled her head into his neck. "We're going to start adding Magic to your hand-to-hand combat training."

"Why?"

"Because no one will ever see it coming."

Hope you guys liked it, let me know what you think of it.

I kind of tortured Tom while I was out of town-mainly on the flight because I despise flying-so, if you want to read him updating the Diary, read Memory #5: Updates in In My Memories

Next GUARANTEED Update: March 7th

Yes, I'm still struggling with burnout. TT_TT