Tom's POV:
As Sophia, his sister Leilah, and he looked through the vacant rooms he couldn't decide which room to he wanted. He supposed one closest to Sophia's room. When they reached Sophia's room, they discovered someone had been in the otherwise empty home. With the possibility of still being there.
Her room was complete chaos, the bed sheets were torn off, the desk and bedside tables were turned on their sides- drawers thrown across the room, all the family photo's portraits were on the floor broken. He heard as both Leilah and Sophia let out a gasp and watched as both their shoulders began to shake uncontrollably.
"Mum! " He yelled, as quickly he grabbed Sophia and pulled her into a tight embrace.
Leilah stood next to us, scanning the room, with her beady eyes, searching for some sort of clue as to why they had done such a thing.
It's alright. It'll be alright. Just-just breath, stay calm Sophie, please. I am right here with you, nothing is going to happen. He thought their link.
W-who could've done such a thing? How could they do this? Why would they want to? She asked, in a heartbroken tone.
Someone who knows no one would be here when they did. Someone who knew the place well. I think it was the same person who gave your parents the reason to disappear. Leilah thought, carefully.
At that thought everyone stiffened in the already chaotic room. Tom felt something pull at his heart as he felt her begin to shake in his arms, letting out a small whimper, and saw how broken her expression truly was.
They all could hear Merope's footfalls as she ran up the stairs and into the room, gasping in shock as she took in the damaged room. Tension filled the air as they all stood in the room taking in their surrounds.
"Alright, this is what we'll do. I just finished putting up a few barriers around the house. For now, I want all of us to go down stairs, we'll stay in the two rooms that are down there. Alright? Tom, you can sleep in the living room if you'd like." She said, hugging Sophia as she cried silently.
"I promise we will fix this." His mom whispered, before she stood upright and grabbed both Sophia and Leilah's hands and began pulling them from the room, and down the stairs.
He felt something pull at his heart once more as he took in the room one last before closing the door behind him.
Later that night when he was getting ready for bed, he heard a soft whimper coming from the second bedroom in the hall. Where he knew Sophia was currently in by herself, his sister choosing to be in the same room as their mother; he was going to sleep on the soft-looking couch in the living room. He slowly walked towards the room, hesitantly knocking on the door.
Come in. She thought tiredly as he stood outside the door.
He walked into the room, where she found her on the bed sitting down with her thin arms around her legs, her head resting on top of her knees.
"I-I can't sleep." She said, before he could ask.
"Why is that?" He asked, silently lighting the lamp on the bedside table.
"I keep seeing so many things, a weird man with a malicious laugh, a dark shadow who is constantly following me. My parents, I'm not sure where they are but I hope they're alright, at the very least." She explained, her voice cracking at the end.
"Can you stay with me, Tom? I-I know your mom said that she didn't want us sleeping in the same room. But I am really scared, Tommy. What's going to happen with the issue with your mental father and his equally mental parents?" She asked, her lower lip trembling. "How can we even begin to fathom the danger that I feel coming?" She muttered, her lower lip trembling.
"I don't know yet. But wait till I am older. He will pay for talking to my mother in the way he did." He growled in response, feeling protective over her.
"I'll help." She offered, smiling up at him.
With a final grin, he climbed into bed with her where we proceeded to fall asleep with our hands still linked together. The last thing he wonder before he fell asleep was that he had to find a way to protect her. He knew he's rather die than let anything happen to her.
Anna's POV:
I was excited to be back home. I quickly took in every detail, watching each room as I committed it to my memory. Everything seemed to be in its place, that is, until we reached my room. Everything was un utter chaos. My favorite bedsheets that I had left on the fixed bed were shredded to pieces, Misty's climbing tree and scratching post was broken in half, and my family's many portraits were on the ground covered in shards of glass all around the floor.
I felt my heart break into a million tiny little pieces, and let out a whimper as they landed on the ground with the shards of glass that were scattered. Sobs broke out my chest. I could feel Leilah and Tom's presence as they too took in the wreckage around the room, nothing left untouched. I felt lost as I looked at everything in the room.
"Mum!" Tom yelled as he pulled me into his chest and held my head in the cork of his neck.
Leilah stood next to us, scanning the room, with all-knowing brown eyes, probably searching for some sort of clue as to why the person had done such a thing.
It's alright. It'll be alright. Just-just breath, stay calm Sophie, please. I am right here with you, nothing is going to happen. He soothed our link.
W-who could've done such a thing? How could they do this? Why would they want to? I asked, in a heartbroken tone.
Someone who knows no one would be here when they did. Someone who knew the place well. I think it was the same person who gave your parents the reason to disappear. Leilah thought, carefully.
I felt my self stiffen in Tom's embrace as she thought that, she was right. It had to have been someone who knew of this place, someone who knew my parents, and why they were now gone.
I heard as Merope gasped when she took in the mess in the room. "Alright, this is what we'll do. I just finished putting up a few barriers around the house. For right now, I want all of us to go down stairs, we'll all stay in the two rooms that are down there. Tom you can stay in the living room if you'd like." She said, gently as pulling me into a hug.
As she led Leilah and I away from the chaos, I couldn't help but feel hurt, whoever did this made sure that it was just my room that was particularly wrecked, my parents left to protect me.
Later on that night after I showered I sat wide awake with my head on my knees, my arms wrapped around my legs. Everything that happened reeled in my mind, I felt confused,
'what could be so dangerous that my parents had to go?' I asked myself.
I heard a soft knock on the door, already knowing who it was, I looked towards door beginning to feel tired.
Come in. I thought, tilting my head to the side in concentration to block away some of my thoughts.
He slowly walked into the room confusion on his face, where he found me on the bed sitting down in the same position I've been in for the past hour and a half.
"I can't sleep." I said, before he could ask.
"Why is that?" He asked, silently lighting the lamp on the bedside table.
"I keep seeing so many things, a weird man with a malicious laugh, a dark shadow who is constantly following me. My parents, I'm not sure where they are but I hope they're alright, at the least." I explained, trying to shake the fear away.
"Can you stay with me? I know your mom didn't want us sleeping on the same bed. But I am scared, Tommy. What's going to happen with the issue with your crazy dad and his crazier parents?" I asked, feeling lower lip being to quake.
He didn't answer, he instead gave me a sad expression before he grimaced.
"How can we even begin to fathom the danger that I feel coming?" I whispered, my lower lip beginning to quake again, causing me to bite it to keep it from quaking.
"I don't know yet. But wait till I am older. He will pay for talking to my mother in the way he did." He growled in response.
"I'll help." I offered, turning to smile up at him.
He smiled, shaking his head at me before he climbed into bed with me. Where we proceed to fall asleep but not before we linked hands.
Dream:
I watched as Tom stride cross the hall, his boyish face was now the face of a young man, with handsome features. So much like his father you'd think Tom was his younger brother or a twin. I knew he had to be in between the ages of fourteen, fifteen, sixteen maybe. Off by a year maybe two.
He held my hand as we slowly made our way up a hill, to where a big house was located, we passed a cemetery, it gave off an eerie feel. I could feel my heart began quicken its pace as we both walked towards the front door of the manor type house.
Tom quickly opened the door with a simple spell, then proceeded to wave his hand at me, telling my to follow quietly.
We could hear three different voices arguing; as we got closer we knew who it was immediately. Tom threw a smirk my way before straightening to his normal height. He then threw the double doors opened, and watched as the blood drained from their faces.
"Hello Father." Tom sneered walking into the room.
"You are no son of mine." Tom Sr. sneered as he took what he thought was a threatening step towards us.
Tom automatically pulled me behind him, his arm protectively around my waist.
"Aren't I? You met me when I was eleven years old, grabbed me by my hair. You tried to hurt my mother." He said, a deadly calm tone in his voice.
I felt the anger Tom felt as his grandparents cackled, looking at us in disbelief.
"I'm done with this. Leave this house now. I don't feel in the mood to respond to your asinine questions." His father said in a bored tone, before anyone could realize what happened, I had my wand and pointed it towards his throat.
"Take one more step towards us, and I will end you." I threatened.
The old buffoon laughed in my face. I glared at him wishing I could make him writhe, right then he dropped, gasping in pain as his limbs contorted. I felt Tom grab my arm, pulling behind him once more.
'Relax Sophie, they're muggles after all, what can they do?' He though towards me, smirking.
'Well, he's annoying. Let's get on with this, I'm getting bored. Plus, your mother told us not to kill him.' I replied.
'We won't, we're just here to play with them' He thought, smirking at me.
I nodded at him, smirking..
I gasped, shooting up into sitting position, looking towards Tom, who laid next to me still asleep, my hand placed on his. What did this mean?