Tom had the strangest feeling. He felt safe, warm, and cared for. Which was extremely strange on his part. Considering the last thing he remembered was getting hit with an extremely dark and deadly spell, he couldn't help the thought that jumped to the front of his mind.

Am I dead?

But no, he couldn't be. He felt the comfort of his soft and warm bed. He felt the body heat of another person next to him. He swore he could feel a hand gently running through his hair and a quiet and lovely voice singing from next to him. That was what made him wake up, though he still continued to sleep so he could continue to hear the voice.

Love me when the sky is grey,

Love me when you only see dark things ahead,

Please promise me one thing,

Love me softly.

Tom knew that voice, and swore he had heard the tune before. Yes! It was Kaitlyn's voice, and the song he often caught her humming. That was it. Wait, what was she doing in his room?

Love me with tears in my eyes,

Love me when I can't help it anymore,

Love me with all the pain you had to face,

Alone.

He continued to listen to the song, actually enjoying feeling the hand in his hair, and listening to the song. He was peaceful for the first time in a while.

Love me softly.

The last part of the song he could tell had ended with a smile, and it didn't help that he heard an amused laugh next to him.

"Are you going to continue pretending to sleep, or are you actually going to grace me with your awake self." He heard the girl speak, and he forced his eyes open.

He sat up slowly looking at the girl with narrowed eyes. She was sitting on his bed, in his room, reading a book and she was smirking! How dare she! Especially when he couldn't even remember how he had gotten into his room in the first place.

"Calm down, Tom. You'll burn something down. You're magic is still a bit crazy, though I would assume it would be after what happened." The girl's worried blue eyes looked to him a moment before the worried look left. "You do remember what happened, yes?"

"For the most part."

"Good. Care to explain why you had a child at the raid with you?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Excuse me?" He responded, sneering.

"Don't look at me like that. Abraxas brought you here with his son, Lucius. Lucius was the one to find me to come heal you. The poor boy was traumatized. Why was he there?" She asked again, her eyes narrowing at the man next to her.

"He wasn't. Abraxas and I apparated into his manor, where the boy had apparently been waiting for us. We didn't know that we were followed, so that would explain that. Now, did you just say you healed me? And how did I get in here?"

"Yes, I healed you. Well, technically you healed yourself with your magic, I just had to. . . push it in the right direction I guess." The girl shrugged, standing, "Abraxas levitated you upstairs, I opened the door and did the rest. He took Lucius home, and I haven't seen him." She smirked, "What, were you afraid your precious follower had to tuck you in. Don't worry, that was my job."

Tom sneered once more, and stood on the other side of the bed, fully prepared to go see Abraxas. Pulling on a robe over his pajamas (he did not want to know how he got into them at the time) he stepped out into the hallway, to which Kaitlyn followed him.

"Tom, go back to bed." She quickly stepped behind him, grabbing his arm, though he didn't stop. Kaitlyn almost growled but didn't stop trying to stop him. She wasn't about to let the fool get hurt, again.

She stopped, and watched Tom walk away a few steps before smirking. Oh, he would not like this. "Thomas Marvolo Riddle, don't you dare walk away from me!" She yelled, and almost grinned when he stopped and tensed. He suddenly whirled around storming towards him with a silent fury in his eyes.

"Where did you hear that name. I never told you my full name, so you had to hear it from someone, WHO WAS IT." He glared down at her, trying to keep himself from torturing her.

With a glare of her own she looked him dead in the eyes, "It's extremely easy to find a half-blood's name in a place like this."

Tom raised his hand, preparing himself to strike the girl when she smirked. "Go ahead and try it Tom. But, just so you know, your magic is freaking out right now, I can easily take you down and drag your ass back to that bed. You are not going out there while you are still messed up while I am here. If you want to speak to Abraxas that badly, go sit in a tea room and wait for me to get him. You are not leaving."

Tom stared at the girl, his surprise being carefully hidden. He lowered his hand, and backed up slightly. "Fine. Get the Malfoy for me, and stay in my room again, and I'll do what you ask." He was hoping to make her be surprised herself, maybe even say no, but she shocked him again.

She nodded and walked off.

With a smirk Tom turned and walked to the Library. She would be able to find him.