The credit for the new description goes to foryourentertainment6. So somebody anonymously messaged me, asking how old I am. Weird question, but how old do you think I am, anonymous user ;) actually any of you can answer that, because now I am curious. I also did some research on the 1940s and found that they cursed a lot more in the 1940s, and there was more abusive relationships. Huh, My story is pretty accurate!

Last day, on the Hogwarts express

Marcy boarded the train with Violet, who was now the only person that would talk to her. Violet was speaking but Marcy wasn't paying attention. She was pulling at the necklace hoping it would break.

"Tom is walking towards you Marcy" she whispered. Marcy became alert and looked at her feet as he passed. "Marcy, breathe. You can breathe, it's okay. You always do that whenever he's around."

"I-I can't help it." It was a fact, whenever Tom was nearby, Marcy would hold her breath and wouldn't respire until someone would tell her to. It was her immediate reaction.

"Marcy, why are you so afraid of him?" Violet asked as they entered an empty cabin

"It's like he's a part of me. I see him everywhere I go. I can feel him all around me, thickening the air. I hear his voice everywhere. He destroyed me."

"Marcy, it can't be this way forever. Forget about him." Violet said, trying to comfort her broken friend. The trip home was silent, and when they arrived on the platform Marcy hugged her friend goodbye. She tried to say something to Hannah, but she wouldn't talk to Marcy. Once Marcy stepped foot into her house, she became even more mental. She wouldn't talk to anyone, even her father. She tried countless times to saw the necklace off, but failing. She woke up that September morning and resentfully went to the platform with her mother and father.

"Marcy my love, please try to enjoy this school year? For me? try to make new friends." he said hugging his daughter.

"I'll try father." She said as she boarded the train. Marcy had grown about two inches over the summer, and her hair became darker. Her appearance had changed though. Her face was still beautiful but was void of any emotions. Her eyes had no shine, and the light was gone from them. she was wearing a gray dress, that fit her excellently with a jacket that covered the dress. as the train began to steadily move out of the station she searched for an empty cabin. The rain was hitting the top of the tin train which made her calm and less nervous about seeing Tom. She found an empty cabin. Cabin 25, which brought back painful memories of her and Tom. She pulled her heavy trunk up and placed it gently on the rack above. She silently took out a book and nestled into her window seat. Only seconds later there was a knock on the door which jolted her out of the book.

"May I sit here?"

"If you must…" Marcy said hesitantly putting the book down to look at who she was speaking to. When her eyes met his face she jumped up and began to flee the cabin, when the door slammed and locked itself. Marcy turned on her heel to face the boy. "Hello Tom."

"Marcy, you haven't forgotten about me, have you? I didn't receive a single letter."

"I could never forget about you Tom. No matter what I try."

"Marcy, I would love for you to be civil with me again." He said twirling the ring on his finger.

"Don't treat me like an animal, and maybe I will consider talking to you once more." She said quietly.

"I've missed you." she shuddered at his voice.

"I need a longer break from you. can't you give me some time, some separation?"

"You had the entire summer. Even that was too long." He sighed heavily and stared at her. "You've changed."

"Yes, well, hallucinations, unseen voices, and thoughts of murder tend to do that to a person. I had to put myself in solitary confinement because of you." she hissed.

"Murder? Really?" he said raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I kept seeing visions of a man dying with his family. I don't know, I had urges to kill something. Why do you even heed?"

"Oh just curiosity. But, the light in your eyes, its gone. You are not as alive as you once were."

"No Tom, that would be happiness. You took that away from me."

"I can make you happy once more."

"You mean, you can beat me and use me as your whore in the bedroom, and then act as if everything is okay. No Tom, I don't want that kind of happiness."

"It's better than what you have now, isn't it?"

"Shut it!" she snapped at him. "You can't even begin to imagine the pain I felt, the pain I still feel."

"How about I leave you alone for the first six months at Hogwarts. I won't speak to you, or read your mind and I will try my best to stay out of your sight. It will be as if I left Hogwarts completely. I will even remove the necklace for you, and I will try my best to stop the hallucinations." He said holding out his hand. Marcy hesitated.

"What's the catch Tom?" He smirked at her.

"Well, when the six months is over and you want me back-"

"What if I don't want you back?" she interjected.

"If you don't, I am gone forever. But there is no point in lying. I'll know." He said as he tapped his head with his index finger.

"Forever? You'll never bother me again?"

"Yes darling. I'll be gone forever. You'll never hear from me again."

"What happens if I lose?" she said as she pulled on the necklace. An even bigger smile washed up on his face, and he once again began to twirl the ring.

"If you lose, my sweet Marcy, you must be mine. You must sign yourself over to me." Marcy gasped at his offer.

"Tom please don't make me do that. What if I just obey your commands? I'll do whatever you ask." She pleaded desperately biting on her lip/

"Anything?"

"Well, not, anything. Please Tom, please!"

"Alright you have a deal. Six months and your Tom free, but you'll miss me, I can promise you that." Marcy healed out her hand, but he stared at it and raised an eyebrow.

"No Marcy, these deals are sealed with a kiss."

"I don't want to kiss you." she said flatly putting her hand down.

"Oh, come now, one kiss never hurt anyone." He said brushing a piece of hair out of her face, she flinched at his close proximity. "I'm not going to hurt you." Marcy leaned over to kiss him, but Tom pulled her on to him and kissed her passionately. Not what she was expecting. When he backed away she looked into his eyes and sighed heavily.

"Your eyes have grown cold." She said holding his face in her hands. He looked at her for a moment, and reached his hand behind her neck, removing the necklace. For a second Marcy could swear she saw sorrow in his face. He stood and walked out of the cabin.

'I really thought I had him figured out.'

'Obviously there is more to the boy than you thought.'

'He haunts me.'
'And you haunt him'

November 15th

Marcy sat in her room staring at the mirror. She could see her reflection and behind her was Toms, but whenever she turned around he wasn't there. She was suppose to be at dinner with the rest of Hogwarts but didn't want to go. There was a nasty rumor about her, being spread by one of Alice Bates friends. Her name was Skylar Parkley. She was a medium sized girl from Ravenclaw with a big mouth and snappy personality. She hated Marcy, since they were eleven. It was because Skylars entire family was in Slytherin, but Skylar was sorted into Ravenclaw. Her mother was a slim witch with silvery blond hair and light blue eyes. Skylars mother often praised Marcy on her beauty and getting into Slytherin, whenever their families were together, usually for special occasions. Skylar took up the opportunity to spread a rumor that Marcy was having overt relationships with boys she barely knew. Everyone looked at Marcy as if she was insane because in truth, she was. Everyone knew about her screaming in the night, and her and Toms fights. Her life no longer consisted of privacy. She began to talk to the mirror as if he was listening. Violet stepped into the room, with a paper bag in her hands.

"I went to the kitchen, one of the house elves gave me dinner for you, please eat something Marcy." She begged laying out the food for Marcy. Marcy looked at the food, and shook her head "Marcy, please. You haven't eaten for days. If you don't eat soon you could die."

"Good." Marcy said grimly shoving the food farther away from her.

"No Marcy, not good. Please what can I do?"

"I don't know Violet. I just don't want to eat." She said lying down on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

"Can you at least drink something?" Marcy sat upright and nodded her head in agreement. Violet took out her wand and whispered as spell, forming a silver goblet with water inside of it. Marcy grabbed the goblet and chugged it down until it was bare. Violet gave a small smile, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Marcy, you need to get over Tom."

"It's not just Tom, Violet. It's Skylar and Brutus, and everyone hates me, for things I can't control! Violet I see things, and hear things. Visions that would scare the bravest of Gryffindors. I hear his voice and other voices of course tormenting me throughout the day. Violet I have urges to murder, and I have not wanted to harm a living thing a day in my life. I don't know what's happening to me, but I am falling apart."

"Why don't you start talking to Brutus again?" Violet suggested.

"Brutus? Ha! He is slime, I can't stand him."

"He seemed quite infatuated with you, and he can support you in the future."

"Violet, he raped and beat me. Then he tortured me, and he now pays his friends to do the same." She said, as she violently started to rip at her hair. She could hear a snake like voice, whispering in her ear. It was the worst of all the side effects of Tom Riddle.

"Marcy! Why didn't you tell me that! I could've helped you." Violet said, urgently pulling Marcy's hand away from her already bleeding scalp.

"He could fire my parents. My father wouldn't have a job. He would hurt Tom… I can't tell anyone. And neither can you Violet." She said immediately.

"But Marcy, Dippet could help you-"

"Violet, don't tell anyone!" Marcy screamed "Give me your word."

"You have my word Marcy. But why do you even care if he hurts Tom?"

"I still love Tom. I would never want to see him hurt, even though he thrives off of my pain. Still, I never really wish harm on him, unless it is coming from me of course."

"Marcy, that's completely mental."

"So am I." Marcy said flatly.