That Night-
It was dark, Quirrell had passed out, his arms wrapped around Lynn. She was tempted to doze off, but knew it might be her only chance that night to visit the Seven. She hadn't spent much time with them in the last 3 almost 4 years. Even though the doorway was within her grasp, Lynn hadn't made any attempts to visit them.
Tonight she would.
They were expecting her when they sent the flowers, a card addressed to her, the flowers for Rose. And truth be told she missed spending time over there with them.
Careful not to wake, Quirrell she got out of bed, placing a stray pillow where she had been. The girl changed quickly, throwing on a black long sleeve shirt and some jeans. Stealing one last look at Quirrell, Lynn smiled at the sleeping male before tip toeing out of the room and making her way down the stairs. Lynn hummed to herself as she made her way to the hallway. She touched the door edge. "I know, been too long," she murmured running her fingers over the silver dug in symbols making a rippling glow appear where she had touched.
Lynn couldn't help but smile to herself as she opened the door. Her heart pounding excitedly she stepped unafraid into the black mist, the door slamming behind her.
Upstairs-
*snort* "Wha?" Tom sat up in bed, "Curiosity senses tingling..."
He slid out of bed and padded to the door, he couldn't hear anything on the landing. He walked cautiously down the short flight of stairs and noticed that Lynn and Quirrell's door was ajar. He slipped inside and saw that Lynn was missing.
"Quirrell." Tom poked him in the cheek.
"Not now, Lynn. Sleepy..." Quirrell said swatting at the hand that poked him.
"Oh, gross, Quirrell. It's me, Tom." He pushed him off the bed this time.
Thump. Quirrell's head shot up, and he asked groggily, "Wha? Tom, why are you Lynn?" He rubbed his eyes. "Am I dreaming?"
"No, I am not Lynn." Tom blinked at his friend, "Dude, you are so strange."
"Where's Lynn?" He asked pulling himself back up on the bed, looking around. "You aren't sitting on her, are you?"
"What? No, I'm not sitting on her! You're weird at night...I'm glad we don't share a bed anymore...But that's not the point! I'm gonna check out that room, you comin' or what?" Tom gave Quirrell his best ultimatum look.
"But we were told not to mess with it." Quirrell said, blinking.
"Yes, by who?" Tom leaned forward knowingly.
"Rose... And Lynn... And more Rose." Quirrell said rubbing his eyes with a yawn. "What time is it even?"
"Right, " Tom completely ignored Quirrell's question, "And who's several miles away, resting in the hospital? Two thirds of the No-Snooping Team."
"I guess..." Quirrell said rubbing his neck.
"And, so in conclusion, we find that the barriers have been momentarily been lifted! So, let's go check it out!" Tom pointed excitedly at the door to the hall.
"I don't have a choice, do I?" Quirrell asked.
"Nope, now come on." Tom went out to the hall.
Quirrell following right behind him, sighing loudly. "What if Lynn catches us?"
"Then we innocently make up some excuse and you can hit her with your 'Take me to the bedroom and severely molest me.' look." Tom slunk ahead.
Quirrell felt his cheeks turn bright red as he continued to follow Tom, more then slightly mortified he would even suggest that.
Tom stopped, "You're blushing, aren't you?"
"Maybe..."
"Quirinius, you've had sex already, you can cool down your 'I'm so innocent.' shpeel." Tom turned around and looked at his friend. "Do you blush like this when you're with her, be truthful."
Quirrell nibbled on his lip, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah..."
"Wow, you're something." Tom shook his head and went back to sneaking.
Quirrell ran his hand through his hair following Tom, expecting Lynn or even Rose to come out of no where and ask what they were up to. But no one came by the time they reached the door. And the door's symbols were glowing dimly in the darkness.
"Okay, before we delve into a place we were strictly forbidden to enter, I have just one question." Tom turned back to Quirrell, totally serious.
"Yes?" Quirrell asked, brows knit in confusion.
"You don't giggle, during sex, do you?" Tom snickered.
Quirrell felt his face flush again. "NO! Why would you even think that I would even- ugh, what kind of question is that?"
"Well, one of you guys giggles, so I thought it was you." Tom tried to keep a straight face.
"Are you serious? Really, Voldemort you've known me for how long? Have I ever- EVER- giggled once just normally? When you have Lynn giggling ever ten minutes?" Quirrell asked eyebrows shooting up stunned.
"Well, you did when you first did it..." Tom turned back to the door.
Quirrell's face went scarlett. "H-How di-did you-"
"I had to piss, okay? I walked by and you were giggling and she said something about you being very...uh...never mind." Tom turned back to the door, "My, my what intriguing symbols..."
"They don't seem to be in any language I know of," Quirrell murmured.
"Well, I only know English, so you got one over me..." Tom leaned forward and ran his fingers over one symbol that was a swirl with a circle on one end. The symbol glowed brightly in comparison to the others, "Hey, this looks like a snake."
"Er, I guess." Quirrell said.
"What d'ya think these all mean?" Tom reached for the door knob.
Quirrell came closer and studied the one Tom had touched. "I'm not sure, enchantment symbols perhaps?"
"Well, only one way to find out!" Tom turned the door knob and shoved, the door wouldn't open. "What the..." He shoved again. "It's stuck...So much for that."
"Maybe they all have to glow?" Quirrell asked, curiously examining the frame of the door.
"Maybe." Tom started smacking every symbol. Once all were glowing, he shoved on the door again, but it still didn't open. "That's funny, it would open before...Maybe Rose did something to it. Blast that woman and her ability to sense when I'm up to no good."
"Here, let me try," Quirrell said tugging at the door.
It sprang open and before either boys could back away two hands came out of the abyss pulling them inside. The door closing firmly behind them. Both screamed hysterically.
It was dark, darker then the hallway had been.
"Quirrell, I'm scared!" Tom shouted in the darkness. "Where the fuck are you?"
"I-I d-d-don-don't kn-know." Quirrell said, sounding terrified.
"Th-this is how it felt after I was destroyed the last time...I WANT ROSEY!" Tom started to sob uncontrollably, curling into a ball.
"I told you not to enter." Lynn's voice called, rather angry, out from the darkness, sounding from all around them. "Why did you both not listen. And why the HELL were you guys talking about me and Quirrell's bedroom times?"
"I was curious, dammit! Let me out!" Tom scrabbled in the dark, looking for the door.
"There is no out." Lynn called, and Quirrell whimpered. "Please, Lynn. We're sorry."
"...uh...ah...can't breathe..." Tom gasped, spinning out of control into full panic mode.
"For a Dark Lord, he sure is whine butt." A new voice, younger voice, murmured. "You sure that is the guy who broke his soul into seven pieces, sis?"
"Shit, who said that? Is the Predator in the room?" Tom, suddenly able to breathe again, backed as far back as possible, bumping into something solid.
"I don't like this..." Quirrell murmured trying to see in the darkness but failing.
"Yeah," another voice replied with a sigh. "That be him. Go on Lynn, round them up before he gives himself another heart attack."
"AH! LEMME OUT OF HERE!" Tom shouted.
"Gotcha," Lynn called and Voldemort felt a hand on his arm. "Come on get up. I have to get Quirrell too and I'd rather not drag you across the floor, however tempting."
Tom backed away, not knowing in his panicked state, that it was Lynn.
"Tom, dude, it's me. Lynn. Now get up or I'll leave you here." Lynn said, with a growl grabbing at his arm again and tugging him upwards.
Tom grabbed her and clung on for dear life. "I'm sorry, I'll never poke around where I'm told not to! I swear!"
Lynn sighed and half walked-half dragged Tom over to where Quirrell sat. She grabbed for his arm and he stood up quickly and wrapped his fingers around hers but Lynn made no motion to clutch onto his hand like he was doing to hers.
"I'm sorry, Lynn. I-" Quirrell started to say but Lynn just sighed bringing them over to an area, they seem to walk for at least a good two minutes before suddenly she turned them and they were in a large room. There were couches and a tv. To one side there was a hallway with several doors and to another there was a small kitchen area. To the right by the couches was another black door with similar symbols glowing yellow.
Tom slid to the floor and huddled there, seemingly unaware of anything that was going on, he just sat there, rocking back and forth.
"They don't seem special," the younger voice from before chided from behind Lynn. The older girl turned smiling softly at the seven year old, wheelchair bound female.
"Rev," Lynn said letting go of Quirrell's hand and walking over to the girl. She crouched down a mischievous grin on her face. "They are very special. One that apparently can't follow orders."
Tom kept rocking, he covered his head with his arms. His whole body shivered. "'m sorry..."
"Sorry doesn't help you broke me telling you not to touch." Lynn chided, before looking back at the younger girl, curiously. "So Reverie, where's you other siblings? They may as well met these two while we're here."
Quirrell glanced over at the girls before bending down to see Voldemort. "Are you okay?"
"N-No. That was what death felt like..." Tom's eyes started to water. "I want to get out of here."
"I hope so, Passing did make it..." Lynn's face softened. "I'm afraid you can't, Tom. Not yet anyway. I'm not done visiting with friends. Plus I'm sure they'd love to meet you."
"I know them, I've met them before." Tom whispered, "Right before I died." He looked up at Lynn, "You've got some pretty fucking scary friends."
"Who'd you all meet?" Lynn asked glancing over at Rev who shrugged. Lynn looked back at Tom. "They aren't scary. To you maybe, but they've been all but nice to me."
"Of course they have, " Tom stood up angrily pointing at her, "You've been possessed by a demon and sadness and pain follow you where ever you go. They're most comfortable around you." He turned around, desperately looking for a way out.
"Technically, I met them before the demon... right after I graduated Hogwarts if I remember right." Lynn said with a shrug and then she looked over at Tom sighing loudly. "Can you not do that?"
"Wait," Quirrell said confused. "Who are they?"
"They're lots of names," Tom stood perfectly still, "Some call them the Fates, I just know they're bad news. And yes, I have met all of them, I just don't remember their names...But I'll never forget this feeling." Tom shuddered. "I don't know what you did to 'acquire' these friends, and I don't want to know, and I don't want to see them again. Let me out, Lynn, now." Tom turned back to Lynn.
"So hesitant to stay?" The second voice they had heard in the darkness spoke, her voice of soft misery and woe. "I suppose you would think so poorly of us. But you weren't the best guest."
The golden haired female slipped passed Lynn looking at Quirrell and then Tom in turn with her gold, glimmering eyes. She looked back at Lynn. "I see you have a mate, Lynn." Quirrell felt his cheeks burn as the female's sharp eyes looked him over again. "Not bad, I suppose."
"He makes me happy, Passing," Lynn said softly as Quirrell sat down on the edge of the couch. "Be nice to him. And be nice to Tom, Rose wouldn't like hearing about him being mistreated... I don't think."
Tom bit his lip, "Hello, Passing, was it? I remember you...Why are you here, of all places, I wonder. Lynn, why are they here?" He turned to her, "Does Rose have any thing to do with this?"
"I remember you as well, Tom. And it isn't why am I here, but why are you here? This is my home, unless I am mistaken." Passing said her voice low, "As for Rose, no, she has nothing to do with this."
"What the hell is it with you two and keeping secrets?" Tom glared at Lynn, "Every time things are going smoothly, BAM!, you guys throw something else at us!"
"Things suddenly aren't going smoothly?" Reverie asked wheeling forward, tears in her eyes as she asked. "Is it not okay for us to have friends?"
Lynn looked at the younger girl. "Of course you can have friends, sweetheart."
"No, it is not okay. There is a door in my house that leads to a terrible place, filled with the beings of death and suffering, and now I have a son to look after and I don't want these people withing a million miles from him!" Tom panted from the effort. "Now, for the last time, let me out of here."
"So evil are we?" Passing glowered walking over to him, looking annoyed. "Was it not you whom once caused suffering and death to many? I'll have you know that was no picnic to go about cleaning up your mess."
Tom clenched his jaw and stood up, despite his instincts telling him to haul-ass out of her way, "That was quite awhile ago. I have a family now, and I will keep them away from you and your kind, for as long as possible." He spoke evenly, although his hands were shaking.
"Oh, but not too long ago to me, Tom." She said. "I could end y-"
"Passing." Lynn said as she walked over touching the other girl's shoulder.
Tom smiled, "Not without killing Rose, too."
"So sure of that are you?" Passing asked a small smirk crossing her face.
"Passing!" Lynn yelled, but the other girl did not waver.
"Damn sure. But, by all means, go right ahead and try, oh and you'd kill Quirinius, too, by the way." Tom spread his arms out.
"Don't tempt me boy." Gold eyes flashed annoyed.
"What're you so afraid of? Come on, see what happens. You kill me, the part of Rose's soul that I'm safekeeping will die, and the piece of my soul that Quirinius is holding on to will leave his body, killing him in the process. I don't think I'm as scared of you as I thought, you can't touch me. Not without ruining Lynn's life, anyway." Tom took a step forward, the fear and anxiety leaving his face.
"Voldemort, why are you doing this?" Quirrell asked getting concerned as the tension mounted.
"Because I'm fucking sick and tired of being scared, every time something bad happens, Rose has to bail me out. Well, I've quite had enough of this, no one will let me out and I have to piss. So, Passing, what's it gonna be?" Tom took another two steps forward, standing very close to Passing.
"So quick for your death are you?" Passing asked. "Very well, you asked for it. Good bye, Tom Marvelo Riddle."