Tom was enjoying a relaxing afternoon in his book room when the unmistakable sound of the matron's footsteps echoed through the room. In a moment of panic, Tom dove behind the dresser and used 'The Power' to hide himself.

The Matron stopped outside the room, giving Tom a few precious seconds to orient himself more comfortably behind the dresser. The matron was, for some reason, talking to herself. Understanding bloomed in Tom's mind as a wisp of a girl stepped into the room.

She was tiny. Tom was only eight, but he knew that no child was supposed to be that size. He felt bad for her for a brief moment before squashing the feeling down. He had no time for sweet sentiments. She had long dark hair. When she turned to the cabinet, it flew out behind her. Tom grimaced as she gasped about how many books there were. She would probably give them all away.

The matron looked less than pleased about the books, but said nothing. When the girl began speaking about them again, the matron decided to interrupt, "If you want, dearie, I could take them away," The matron looked around in disdain, "There's no need for a lass like you to have this many books-" the matron looked a little perturbed when the girl cut her off with in her quiet, high voice.

"No need ma'am," the girl smiled, "I love books. They let me escape from-" she cut off, cheeks reddening as she glared at the floor. The girl turned, coal-dark hair whipping behind her, "I can put away my things now, please" Tom winced when he noticed his oversight. The girl had a cast on. It was surprising to him that it was not an obnoxious color of pink, but she was different from most of the other girls in other ways.

The matron left the room and moment later the girl was standing, hands on her hips, staring down at him,

"Why are you here?" Her voice was no longer nearly as sweet. It was high, but in a cold, somewhat menacing way.

"Matron told me that there are no boys allowed in the girl's rooms and yet you are sitting there, glaring at me." She let out a puff of air as Tom pushed her out of the way. He stood up and looked down at this girl challenging him.

He scoffed, "Well Matron," the word rolled off his tongue like poison, "Also said that girls belong in the kitchen raising children, and obviously," Tom let the word roll though his mouth, sarcasm heavy on his tongue, "That is not something you would enjoy," Tom was about to end his little speech and wanted to make sure she would not bother him so he pushed The Power out of his body, filling up the room with a thick, heavy energy, "If you don't bother me, I will not bother you, got it?"

The girl looked up at him with eyes full of . . .

Joy?

She then smiled and Tom felt a foreign presence encompass the room. It was light and made him think of frolicking in meadows with butterflies. It was Power. Power so unlike his own. It took up less room than his and it was like the sun showering a forest in rays of joy. Tom wanted to destroy it. He wanted to watch as the power became darker and darker, becoming the thick fog that he knew so well. Tom vowed to corrupt it, making this girl, this tiny little thing into a creature of darkness. He knew she would be powerful, and he wanted to watch as she painted the world red.

With a small smirk on his face, Tom began speaking once more,

"I changed my mind," these words were drawled, like dripping hot wax off the side of a candle, the girl looked frightened, then her face hardened, "You have the same power I do, and and only a little less of it than me it seems," Tom smirked at her. "And I want us to grow it together. We could rule the world with this," he paused, "This unrelenting power that we have."

The girl looked at him with a mixture of shock and … adoration on her face.

Already she loves me.

She then proved that thought false as she, attempting to match his tone, responded, "You know quite well that I have the same Power as you," She paused, searching Tom's face. "You say that we could control the world, but why would I do it with you?" She looked at him, staring into right into his eyes and as he stared back, he noticed the glint of challenge that he hadn't noticed before. "What do you have that would make me better?"

The girl had the audacity to smirk up at him, "You only have a little more power than me, why should I not train and take over the world on my own?"

Tom did not even think, the words started pouring out of his mouth.

"With that type of thinking, you would be a wonderful commander- or- no," the words coming out of Tom's mouth hardly made sense to him, let alone anyone listening, "I could be the king of the nation we make and you could be the highest-ranking officer."

She looked scandalized, and took matters into her own hands. "What if I am the queen and you are the highest-ranking officer," the girl looked a little upset at the thought of not being the highest ranking in a world she created," based on your earlier tactics, you would want to rule with fear. I would rule with kindness, and I would take over the world faster than you ever could," Tom looked at the wall in thought for a moment, pondering something only he would know.

"What if I am the king, and you are my Queen," Tom flushed, and looked at the floor, "We could rule, taking the world over,"

The girl looked at Tom, a soft smile playing on her face.

"I would like that." She glanced at the door and a look of panic flashed across her face. "Quick, hide," she began pushing him back to the dresser. "The matron," she hissed when he did not move.

The girl scuttled over to the bed and remade it, looking for all the world like she had been tidying the entire time the matron had been fetching blankets. The girl immediately turned back into that little angel he had seen before, looking, and acting, like she could do no wrong.

After a few minutes of being fussed over, the girl, almost ridiculously politely asked the matron,

"Matron, It has been quite a long day," the girl paused and under the guise of moving her hair around, shot a smirk at Tom. "I tire easily you see," Tom had to hold in a snort at the comment. The girl looked like she could take anything and not be phased. " Please, Matron, I will just go to sleep for a little, I will be awake to help with dinner." The matron nodded her head a little, seeming to agree before leaving. Tom was a little bit impressed; the matron never left the new kids alone.

Tom wriggled his way out of his hiding spot and turned to the girl.

"By the way, I'm Tom." He held out a hand. The girl dropped into a curtsy and extended her own hand.

"Hera Potter at your service."

Tom let his Power fan out once more groaning in appreciation as he did so. Hera gaped at him, pushing out the Power was difficult. How, and why did he seem to like it?

Tom liked this new mystery of his. She was powerful and seemed to have similar ideas as him for world domination. Hera turned to Tom, and watched with awe as he waved his hand and all of her blankets folded on her bed. Hera pushed aside the awe, she could do these same things without the Power. They were not revolutionary.

"Tom," the name soft on her tongue,"How do you push your Power out like that?" the girl asked, looking a little confused. Tom pushed out some of his and let it roll through his hair. He looked a little unsure but responded nonetheless,

"Oh, I just kind of release my hold on it," he let the Power flow out of him again. It smelled vaguely of leather, "I have never tried pushing it out," He scrunched his face up, a look of concentration overtaking his sharp features. A new rush of power came flooding by. It was insane. The Power rushed by in a wave that practically had Hera falling over. There was so much of it, like an endless wave of Darkness.

Tom had never imagined ever having power anywhere close to this magnitude. He was in shock.

After working with Hera for almost an hour, he figured out what was going on. She had been pushing the power through each of her fingers, so only a finite amount could emerge at one time. Tom had found a way to push power out of every pore in his body, so more of it could come out at one time.

Almost three hours later, Hera got it. A whirlwind of spring, all the life being invigorated, all dead things coming alive in anticipation. . . Tom stood in a bubble of dark sludge while the rest of the town was plunged into a bubble of springtime.

Hera now understood why Tom had made a noise of appreciation when he let out her Power. it felt like a weight was pulled off her shoulders, there was no more stress.

Tom bid Hera a good day, and returned to his room. There was no need for him to be there. The books would have to wait until he was tired of this new discovery. A girl with Power like him.

~~The Heirlings~~

I really enjoyed writing this chapter! It was super fun for me to explore the relationship between Tom and Hera. I would like to thank the reviewer who left me the review on Ch 1. It helped me a lot in this chapter.

If you guys have any questions, feel free to PM me, I should answer within the day. I hope you enjoyed it, please comment any suggestions or thoughts you had about this chapter.

I love you guys (male, female, other, and spoons)

Bookfairy

~~The Heirlings~~

I really enjoyed writing this chapter! It was super fun for me to explore the relationship between Tom and Hera. I would like to thank the reviewer who left me the review on Ch1. It helped me a lot in this chapter.

Sorry that this was (a week?) late. I had some issues with chapter five, i am actually still writing it, and I like being at least halfway done with the next chapter before I post. I am also writing a Attack On Titan fic that is taking more of my attention. I will most likley post the first chapte rof that next week.

If you guys have any questions, feel free to PM me, I should answer within the day. I hope you enjoyed it, please comment any suggestions or thoughts you had about this chapter.

I love you guys (male, female, other, and spoons)

Bookfairy