All of the muggles suddenly collapsed onto the ground. Not sparing Tom a thought as to what would happen next. Everything was still and silent as the remaining witches and wizards looked among each other. No one knew what to do. People shook their wands in confusion but nothing happened.
Tom stared at his wand. He felt his whole world go off kilter. The wand was in his hand yet it seemed miles away. He felt his blood pressure drop and his knees go weak. Looking over at a wide eyed Harry, he whispered experimentally, with a shaky voice, " Lumos. " A timid light emitted from its tip. He exhaled deeply and almost passed out from the sudden slowing of his pulse.
"Bloody hell was that!?" Ron slumped over, "I thought my head was going to float away! Did you all see…feel that?"
"What…was that?" Hermione looked to Tom for an answer.
He was just as clueless as they were, "I don't know."
Ron was slightly panicking, "What's happened to all these people? What do we do?"
Tom looked around at all the unconscious people, "Obliviate them all I suppose."
"What? That'll take forever, we don't know when they'll wake up. If they are…"
He tapped a young man's cheek, "Wha-…what's 'appenin' mate…where am I?" He slowly blinked his eyes open and shut again.
"Won't have to, I suppose."
"What is the meaning of this!?" Kingsley and the others approached with flaming animosity. He held up his wand to Harry. "What have you done!?"
"He didn't do anything!" Hermione inserted herself between, "We…didn't do anything…"
A person in the back started going mental, screaming and bawling. A few others tried to coax him but he was ballistic. He had the strength of a man who just lost everything; fallen into a cross between rage and anguish. Eventually someone knocked him out but the heavy silence after was severely grim.
Harry started, "Wait…so you mean to tell me…your magic is actually…gone?"
"You can't lose your magic boy, that's impossible!"
Ron was timid, "So, where is it then?"
Harry looked over at McGonagall, she stood quietly by staring at the ground with a look of sheer sadness that Harry had never seen on her tightly wound face before. He wanted to ask but he couldn't bring himself to. She suddenly looked up, worried and called his name. Stars speckled all over her as she reached for him and fell sideways, but it was his own head that was moving. He felt the punch seconds after Kingsley's fist made impact. He tasted crimson as he stumbled onto his knees. No one really saw when tiny Tabitha had returned.
One minute he wasn't there, then he was; at Harry's side. Kingsley felt something as they made eye contact, something so eerily familiar. He looked into the big brown eyes and saw only red. The look wasn't murderous but it drove a dreadful fear into his soul and throughout his whole body. It was consuming his very being. He stumbled backwards and onto the others but they moved away and let him fall. The eyes were all he could see, he couldn't look away as they pulled him in. He tried to get away, crawling backwards nervously.
Tom didn't even take a step until Kingsley had no more room to crawl, he extended his wand and revelled in the terrified look as the tip lit green. He almost forgot who he was these few weeks. He almost forgot the taste of fear, the smell, the look on his victim's face. He almost forgot. No mercy-
He felt a warm hand on his wrist. Harry lowered it, still hunched over with a hand on his swollen cheek. He looked up at Tom with as much of a smile he could muster. "It's alright." He said stupidly. Well, to Tom he did.
Tom squinted at the man on the ground, perhaps living was a worser fate. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your days, as a muggle." Both sides watched him walk off. Kingsley screamed from the distance. But it all sounded like white noise.
…
"Ow…ow…ouch! Tom! Please!"
Tom felt like he should suffer a bit more for his stupidity but Harry had about enough. "Fine." He put down the cotton swab, "But that was punishment." He tapped his wand against Harry's cheek.
Harry rubbed the spot after it healed and moaned in satisfaction, " Ooh that feels so much better." Tom cupped his face and began wiping off the dried blood. "Mm sorry…"
He sighed. "You're an idiot Harry."
"...Did they all really…lose their magic?"
"I don't know. It could be a suspension if they're lucky. This is what happens when you try to reunite worlds that were separated for a reason."
"How come it didn't affect us?"
"Magic isn't deaf or blind, Harry. It doesn't punish all for the mistakes of one. It can also be biassed if it wants to."
"Heh."
"This was a warning, and a gracious one at that."
"This is all so strange…I mean…this is unheard of…"
"Always stranger things out there Harry." He put down the swab.
"I think I'm going to go back with them and see if those people are alright. I'm sure we could figure out a good enough story."
Tom hummed. He wanted to say something like 'be careful' but knew he didn't have to. "Hopefully."
"Pff." Harry pecked him on the mouth and hopped off the stool.
Tom decided this would be the time to take a well deserved shower.
…
He passed his hand lightly over his belly. There was another little life in there. He could feel it since it blossomed into existence. And he wondered what life would be like. He never thought about having any children before but now he was presented with one. He wasn't quite sure how to feel honestly. What kind of person would this little baby be? Would he love it unconditionally just like regular mothers do?
He turned the shower head off and stepped out of the bath.
"Stupefy."
Alarmed, Voldemort hissed a Parseltongue counter and scrambled for his wand on the sink. The next spell was nastier and knocked him onto his backside, even though he'd deflected it. When he finally got a chance to look at his assailant, he was sitting on the floor, towel held up with one hand and wand outstretched with the other.
Over the tip of his wand the face he saw, much to his surprise, belonged to Albus Dumbedlore. "Oh Tom," He said sadly. "I'm sorry it had to come to this my boy."
"You're sorry!?" He exclaimed. "Are you barking mad!? A great number of witches and wizards lost their magic today thanks to you!" He threw an array of curses as he stood. Dumbledore could only deflect and dodge the barrage. "You bloody hypocrite, didn't even cast a spell yourself!"
When the incident had happened, Albus was mysteriously nowhere to be found. "Sacrifices for the greater good."
"Greater good!" Tom screeched. The wall next to his head had a hole blasted into it as he dodged an attack. The room had received considerable damage and was smoking in a few places.
"Are you… with child?" Dumbledore asks after a few more exchanges of blows. Voldemort's hand had been subconsciously covering his stomach the entire time, he himself didn't realise he was doing it until it was pointed out.
Voldemort was panting. "What of it?" He asks. "Am I suddenly not a fit opponent for you? How noble ."
"Oh Merlin's mercy…" Dumbledore said. "Earlier in the square… don't tell me it's for who I think it's for. Not him." Voldemort said nothing. Except for keeping his wand outstretched and trying to catch his breath and not vomit at the same time. "His future is bright and belongs in the light. I can't have you take that away from him, Tom."
Voldemort seethed and spat the nastiest curses he could think of. "You mean take your golden puppet away from your clutches? He doesn't belong to you!" He finally landed a spell and it singed Dumbledore's arm, burning the sleeve and revealing his black hand.
Voldemort looked into Dumbledore's eyes then, knowing, and hateful. Dumbledore stared back, putting them at a standstill. The elder wand aimed at him then, the tip shining green.
There were three of them there and Tom had a feeling only one of them was making it out.