Long chapter but I hope it helps explain stuff.

They made their way down to the common room, where they found students passed out on the couches and floor, from the boys dorms, Macnair walked down followed by a group of Toms friends. they bowed their heads at Tom quickly and walked out into the corridor. Tom looked down and Marcy and placed her softly on the armchair to his right.

"My sweet, why don't you read a book while I am with my followers?" he said as he pushed strands of hair behind her ear. Take back by the good nature that she saw in Tom she sat and waited for him to come back dozing away into thought.

8 years ago

"I will not tolerate thievery." She spat angrily circling her daughter.

"I-I am sorry mother. I got hungry in the middle of the night. It was just one-" she sadly stated as her mother slapped the top of her head fiercely with her long hand.

"One leads to another, and another. Just wait until your father gets home Marcy. He will be furious."

7 year old Marcy sat at her kitchen table silently sulking as her mother screamed harsh words at her for stealing cookies in the middle of the night. Her siblings watched her from afar. Her mother slowly walked from the room for a brief moment. When she came back holding a small strip of leather. Marcys' eyes widened with fear.

"Please mama! I'll never steal again! Please!" she squealed as she protected her face and head with her arms.

"No, Marcy. I let you off easily last time. You steal, you trick, and you lie. Your cunning and clever, wonderful qualities I suppose, but you will learn to control yourself. You will learn to back down to those with more power, you will learn to behave yourself and have chivalry around those holding more respect than you. We will get it in to your system, that being obedient will give you better outcomes. You will learn to back down Marcy Leigh Ashe Nott, I can promise you that! You will learn your place." With one swift movement she slashed her daughter on the thigh breaking open the skin. "Hold out your hands"

"P-please mama. Please I understand, I have learned"

"Hands!" Marcys mother screamed. Marcy slowly held out her hands, her mother brought up the strip of leather and struck her 7 year old daughters hands. Marcy wept for hours consoling her palms in her room, awaiting her loving father to come home. Marcy had learned her place. She learned to back down, to never talk back and to always allow the bigger person to have their way.

Marcy was snapped out of the painful daydream as the door was opened slamming into the wall. Her head shot up to see Tom. His face was hard. He walked over to her and bent down beside the chair. His eyes were nothing like they have ever been. They had pain in them, his eyes were filled with rage but she could see pain was obviously painted on his eyes and even his flawless face.

"Marcy, has Brutus ever hurt you?" he said trying to control the anger that was rising in him every second.

"Well, yes but you know that."

"No, Marcy has he ever violated you." She didn't speak, she looked as his face with very little expression. She couldn't speak. All the sound drained, and her surroundings vanished. It was only Tom, that was all she could see. After her not speaking for a minute,he grabbed her by the shoulders and brought her face to his. She felt him entering her mind.

"Tom! Please, stop!" she screamed. This was different though, she could see what he was seeing, she could hear his voice inside her head, it was as if for a moment they became one. He saw her entire life within seconds. One memory caught his attention. It was the night Brutus took her to the closet. Toms eyes widened, and he let go of her arms.

"Where is he?" He said with a cold voice. The voice was unusual for him, it scared Marcy. The anger, the rage that it held. His cool composure was gone. The mask he often wore, gone. He was a human body filled with rage and hate. She didn't answer him, she stared at him.

"WHERE IS HE?" Tom bellowed.

"I-I don't know." He began to walk over to the door "Tom wait!" Tom slammed the door behind him. She ran over to the exit and sprinted up the stone steps after him.

"Tom, wait, please don't start something with him." She begged in his wake.

"He is filth Marcy, he deserves this."

"You wouldn't even care if it was someone else! Why do you care if it was me!"

"I don't know! I have no idea! I hate caring about you! I feel weak, pathetic, but I do care about you, there is no denying it. He will pay for what he did to you!" he screamed not turning to look at her. She pulled on the back of his shirt but it was no use. He kept walking. When Tom began to hastily walk down the corridors blasting open every door he thought Brutus might be behind, Marcy gave up and went back to the common room. She sat in the armchair and waited. Tom arrived in the common room minutes later, still angry and breathing at an incredibly fast rate he turned on her.

"Where?" he screamed "Where is that bastard? Where Marcy!"

"I don't know Tom!" she bit her lip as her mouth quivered, and more quietly she repeated "I don't know" she let him run out of the common room. She knew exactly where Brutus was. He was gone by now. His parents always came early to pick him up for the holidays. He was probably in his luxurious mansion by now. She was shaken by the anger that she saw in Tom. It scared her, he scared her. what was he capable of? Tom ran and found his followers, he entered the common room again with them in his wake.

"He is gone…"

"Yes, I know" she whispered.

"You what?" he asked slowly walking towards her.

"I-I knew." He came close to her, and pushed her to the ground.

"You, Marcy Nott, are not worth my time. You are a distraction." And he walked back up the stone stairs to his room. All the Slytherins walked to the feast together. Everyone went to the platform together. Marcy sat alone and waved to her friends goodbye. Tom was nowhere to be seen. When the train was out of view the few kids that were left went back inside Hogwarts into their common rooms. Marcy sat with the first year Angelina by the fire. They didn't speak but had an unspoken bond between them. They made very little conversation, but read by the fire together. The days past and Marcy only saw Tom once. He always looked angry. She woke up on Christmas morning with packages and letters at the end of her bed. Bags of sweets and presents. Marcy opened a sweater and pulled it on over her pajama pants that she often wore to bed. The sweater was soft and was most likely knitted by her grandmother who still resided in Ireland. There were so many chocolates, she had trouble picking which one to try first. Most of her presents were clothes and jewelry, nothing special. She looked over at the bed across from hers that held Angelinas' small body. She had nothing at the end of her bed. Marcy took half of the sweets and a dress that was far too small to fit her and put it at the edge of Angelinas' grabbed her bag as she quietly left her room and walked down the stairs to the boys room. As she entered she saw Tom lying on his bed, sound asleep. She sat on the edge of the mattress and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Tom, wake up." She said softly as she shook his shoulder. He pushed her off of the mattress roughly and rolled over.

"What do you want at this hour, Nott?"

"Happy Christmas. You have gifts." His head shot up to look at her.

"What?"

"You heard me correctly! You have presents. Come open them!" she said happily. When he looked up there was not one present on the end of his bed.

"You are cruel Marcy. Get out." And he lay back down.

"No, here." She handed him four small, parcels wrapped in dark green paper.

"What the hell? Who is all of this from?" he asked suspiciously.

"Me." she whispered "Open them."

He tore open the first package and it was a diary with his name written on it. Tom Marvolo Riddle. The smallest smile came upon his face. The next was a book, a children's book "the beetle and the bard" he looked at her in confusion.

"Why?"

"Because it is important for someone to read a children's book. It gives them a new way of looking at things. And…" her voice dropped and she slowly stated. "And, I don't think you were ever read a Childs tale from your…parents." At once the back of his hand met her face. She stared at him completely shocked. This was out of line, even for him. So unusual, he never failed to keep is cool composure.

"Don't ever mention my parents. Ever. The consequence will be far worse next time."

"I didn't realize it would bother you. I am sorry." She whispered chocking back a sob.

"No." he stated with little emotion. "I am sorry" he kissed the large red mark that formed on the side of her face. Marcy didn't think much of him hitting her, and that was probably the first mistake she made. She underestimated his anger. She underestimated him.

"Okay, open the next one. I hope you like these." He opened the smallest package and it was a dark green cylinder. He carefully took the top of it off and peeked in side. Chocolates.

"Chocolate?"

"Yes. They all contain a different flavor" she said enthusiastically smiling and nodding her head. He laughed. She handed him the last package. It was thin and he looked at it suspiciously.

"Oh Tom, open it! Please?" she intertwined her fingers around each other and rested her chin on the top of them looking at Tom with her large green eyes. He tore the paper off and it revealed a black frame with a moving picture of Tom and Marcy together.

"H-How did you get this?" he muttered examining the photograph.

"Hannah. She took the picture before we went to Hogsmeade. You look wonderful, I on the other hand look-"
"Beautiful. You look absolutely radiant." You would assume there would be some sort of emotion behind those words but there was nothing. It was as if he was stating a fact, not a compliment. Marcy hated to admit it, but the ruder he was to her; the more she fell for him. He snickered and she shook the thought out of her head.

"Thank you Tom. Well that's all." She stood to walk out.

"I have something for you, but first I should let you know, what Brutus did to you, does not mean you are no longer a virgin, my precious. You didn't give his permission, thus your innocence is still with you" he smiled shortly. "Well, it was still with you. Anyway, I wasn't planning on giving this to you, considering your resent betrayal, but I suppose you have earned it. Here, it was my mothers."

His mothers? And he is giving it to me?

"Are you sure? It was…hers"

"I certainly have no use for it. Just open it; I want you to have it." She opened the small package. It was a blue velvet box.

"How do I open it?" she said, examining the box. He moved himself behind her and reached his arms around, so she was in between his arms. He placed both hands over hers and twisted the top and the bottom of the box opposite ways. Then he twisted it vertically and it popped open. Inside the box was a necklace. It was a crystal flower, with a small, diamond in the center. There was an abundance of the crystal petals overlapping each other.

"It's beautiful Tom. I don't know if I should have it though. You should keep it." She said handing him the necklace.

"Marcy, I want you to have it. I would love to see you wearing it each day. And there is a charm on it. I can find you wherever you are, and whenever I desire, it allows me to call you to me. it's very useful." He took both ends of the chain. She lifted her hair above her head and she allowed him to place the necklace around her throat.

I should tell you guys a lot of the story was influenced by songs. If you want me to put the names or links of the songs on my profile tell me in your reviews! Thanks my lovely readers

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