A/N: Oh dear lord I haven't updated in FOREVER! I'm so sorry! No excuse is good enough for such a crime! I'll try to update faster!

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Numb Anger

We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cuz we're ordinary people
Maybe we'll live and learn
Maybe we'll crash and burn
Maybe you'll stay, maybe you'll leave,
Maybe you'll return
Maybe another fight
Maybe we won't survive
But maybe we'll grow
We never know baby you and I

–John Legend

To his dismay, Voldemort was utterly intrigued and watched the scene like some sick soap opera, except the acting was amazingly fantastic, and no one was having sex. The haunting interest he had taken into the young, yet incredibly tall girl had ceased to trouble him, since he was absorbed with the story unfolding in front of him. He'd almost forgotten that Tom was his younger self, but the look on Tom's face was one he hadn't worn for a long while. A look of desperate struggle, and refusal of hopelessness.

"Oh God..." she whimpered, barely coherent, but being the only person speaking in the room, Tom heard her clearly.

Voldemort had never quite believed in God. The possibility of a higher power being the asswipe that had put him through more despair and pain in his childhood and even when Potter had banished him for those long years seemed too ugly for him to bear. Instead, he had gone into a state of numbness that some mistook for insanity. Yet, he watched his teenage self cringe at the sound of the girl's moans and pleas for help.

"Di," Tom hissed again. "Shut up."

But she had lost it.

"Shut up?" her mouth was opening and closing in hysterics. "What... LIKE IF WE DON'T MOVE THEY CAN'T SEE US!" well, at least she was still sarcastic.

Tom felt the strong urge to slap her and bring her back to her senses. However, he was paralyzed. How could someone so strong be so hysterical? She really did look like crap, but then again he figured he did as well. Tears were built in her eyes, threatening to begin pouring horridly down her cheeks. She seemed to be doing her best to contain them, instead of bursting out crying, she was bursting out in angry obscenities.

Grindelwald stood fiercely, taking in the sight of his niece whining so loudly, and the pale boy next to her, looking disgruntled and slightly sick. The minions began guffawing, pointing at Di with pleasure. Her hair had frizzed out and she seemed to be racked with heaving breaths.

Grindelwald glanced at the man closest to the two, and nodded.

Certainly the largest man stepped forward and made a snatching movement towards them. Tom dug in his pocket for the wand that he knew wasn't there. His mouth felt very dry, and his palms sweaty. He felt Di leave his side with a moan of terror, but she seemed to be trying to gather her sanity back. He followed silently to the front of the hall, hearing his heart echo in time with every step on the cold floor.

His mind was racing, but he was determined to remain calm. He had to. He couldn't bear to let the unfamiliar feeling of fear and hysteria encase him. Fear is weakness, he reminded himself.

They were walking past another minion leering at them.

Fear is weakness

Di gave an involuntary shiver.

Fear is weakness

Carter Patil was staring wide eyed at them both, trembling. His silky blonde hair was disheveled horribly.

Fear is weakness

They were face to face with Grindelwald, and he looked ready to slash both of their throats.

Fear is weakness

It wasn't until someone had waved a wand to secure him to the spot and the utter frost of the spell had penetrated his skin, did he admit that he was scared shitless.

He tried desperately to move, but it was as if someone had decided to freeze him for a century to preserve his body. He missed his wand terribly.

He heard her shriek as the minion who had escorted them here snatched a handful of her very thick and messy hair. Her hand flew up to grab the place where she felt the pain, but was soon silenced of her defensive fighting when Grindelwald pushed his want to her throat.

"I told you," Grindelwald began with a murderous glare. "That if you disobeyed me again, I would kill you."

She whimpered softly, the tears mounting upon her tear ducts. Tom concentrated on her not to cry. If she cried, it would make the situation seem so much more real. For he had to be dreaming. This kind of thing didn't happen to people like him. He was sure of it.

"Oh yes, you remember that don't you?" he sneered at Di. "You were out of your mind then too, last summer. You were shouting up a storm and I silenced you. You ran off then, correct?"

She didn't answer.

Good... he willed her. Remain strong...

"You thwarted me, didn't you?"

Still, she kept silent, a look of defiance plastered on her face.

"You would've told Dumbledore I was here if you could, wouldn't you?"

Her lack of answers was antagonizing him. The minion thrust her on the floor, and landed hard on her knees, but didn't wince. She didn't crouch, but merely kneeled tall, as if she had a pole slammed along her back.

But Tom saw the spell coming before she understood exactly what was happening.

He'd never perfected that spell.

"Crucio!" Grindelwald said, letting the red light fly at her strong body.

Her eyes became round and she crouched over into the fetal position. To Tom's dismay, she began screaming in pain, spasms riveting through her normally composed body. Loud cries emitted from her small mouth, and sweat was mingling with the dirt on her face. Her voice was raspy with low roars of anguish and absolute agony, but the only thing that frightened Tom himself was the expression on her face. It was of defeat. He felt his heart sink.

"Answer me." Grindelwald commanded and calmly took off the curse.

"YES!" she shrieked, breathlessly falling to the floor.

"Yes what?" he sneered with a sarcastic sweetness in his voice.

"Yes! I hate you!" she was sobbing now, her body racking. She coughed, and Tom saw the blood mingled with spit hit her hand, and then the floor. Voldemort wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Ah, finally some honesty," he began, looking at her over his wand. "Well surely you know that..."

But what she knew, Tom never found out. The doors burst open, and standing, bathed in candlelight, was Albus Dumbledore himself.

"Grindelwald!" Dumbledore's voice boomed, and plenty of students went into states of relief. Tom was sure he'd never been happy to see the old man before, but now he was ecstatic. The other teachers followed him closely, some beginning to shuffle the students out of the Great Hall, and others dueling with the minions the dark wizard had so cleverly brought.

Dumbledore flew at him, and Grindelwald smartly began brandishing his wand in defense. The two were blurred, sending spells at each other with such speed Tom could not decipher. Di had risen up with difficulty, and turned to stare at him with obvious embarrassment but relief as well. He felt someone take the curse off of him, and began rubbing his stiff limbs, until something caused his the little color in his face disappear.

A spell from either Grindelwald or Dumbledore's want soared and hit her squarely on the back. Her eyes widened, as she crumpled to the floor.

Tom wasn't a hero, nor would he ever be. He stood there, somewhat expressionless, as he watched her hit the stone floor. Her hair was sprawled over her, but when he examined her face, that faulted face, he knew she was gone. Instead of being contorted with anger, or a playful smirk, she was limp and frail, with an emotionless expression that reminded him vaguely of himself. He hated that. The fact that she was still taunting him as she lay dead in front of him.

He remembered how she had tried to help him. He knelt down numbly and calmly, not paying attention to the shrieks of warning and commotion reeling around him. He didn't even glance at Dumbledore and Grindelwald, still jabbing their wands at each other. He didn't even notice when Grindelwald fell down the steps in the Great Hall, and the cries at the sight of a dead body. He was concentrating on one thing.

The powdered unicorn horn.

He had almost forgotten. Yet he had left it with her, he'd trusted it would stay in her care. He dug hopefully in her robes, much like scavengers would search those who had died in battle. He'd become an emotionless haze as he found the pouch tucked just below her heart. Slipping it in his robes, he stood, but remained staring at her body.

It wasn't until Headmaster Dippet had grabbed his arm fervently.

"Tom! You should be with the other students-"

He trailed off, staring as well at the crumpled body on the floor.

"Oh my God!" he covered his mouth in horror. Tom wished he wouldn't, it made the situation seem so ghastly.

"Wha-what happened?" Dippet sputtered.

Tom opened his mouth to answer, but no words came. He shut it again. How was he able to explain everything that had happened? From him forming a... 'relationship?' with a Gryffindor mudblood... to him teaching her Legilimency... to her helping him with his potion... to them being captured by her deranged uncle and help prisoner there, only to be used as bait so that Grindelwald could capture Hogwarts and rule it...?

Life had gotten quite complicated.

He was confused, which he despised. Confusion and sorrow never entered Tom's mind. He was calm, composed, and able to handle every situation. Yet as he stood there, glaring down at his hateful love's decrepit body, he knew exactly what he had to do. He felt his heart pounding against the pouch Di had stolen from Hogsmeade.

Turning his heal, he pushed past Dippet, who let out a small cry of surprise. Not holding back his strength, he elbowed by the other teachers and into the crowd of students, who immediately when silent at the sight of him.

He was quite distraught, which was an emotion he couldn't stand. Everyone was talking about her, as if she was going to come out of the Hall with him. As upset as he felt inside, he was disgusted that he didn't feel worse. He was sure that he had finally snapped.

He was so distraught, he didn't hear Dumbledore following him to the unused dungeon which he had spent time with her only days ago. Yet, all he could hear was her sarcastic laughter.

A/N: eek noooo! Di! Ah well, I did it. I feel bad though... I'll update soon!

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