Hey guys! So I don't know if any of you are aware, because some of you have possibly not read my bio, but my stepdad is a carpenter specifically for cruise ships and hotels. He travels A LOT and I'm usually stuck going with him. So this time we were in Rome doing construction on a hotel and now we are on a cruise ship, with no WIFI. I'm currently sitting at a small café hacking the locked Wifi, and the only reason I am capable of doing that is because its around 12:30 pm and we're in turkey, where no one wonders why I'm sitting on a roof with a laptop, it's great actually, no one questions me. So that's why I haven't been able to update, but we're leaving tomorrow, so I should be updating more!
Violet stayed silent, hovering her wand over Marcy, and every few minutes pouring the liquid into her wound. Tom held Marcys hand trying to keep her awake. Her eyes stayed shut but he could see her chest falling and rising.
"Do you remember when we met, in our first year?"
"Yes." She said shakily.
"I thought you were so annoying. You wouldn't stop telling me about the wizarding world, and you insisted on sitting with me. I had a crush on you though, I thought you were so beautiful, even when we were only 11. And then in our second year, I would pull your hair and I would call Violet a Mudblood." Violets head shot up and stared at him with narrowing eyes.
"Do you honestly have to bring that up?" Violet hissed at him. Tom didn't even glance at her.
"So you wouldn't talk to me anymore, and you would always kick my shins whenever I said it to her. I pretended it didn't hurt, but I would always tear up when you walked away. I always knew I was infatuated with you. I was mesmerized by you, but I didn't want to tell you, and then I followed you that day last year. And I saw Brutus round the corner, but it took me a moment to find you. and then I heard you screaming, and that's when I found you. The anger that was flowing through me, when I saw you on the ground. I was so angry." Marcy made a grumbling sound and began to turn over.
"Hold her down Tom! if she roles over it could mess up the entire process! Don't be so thick!" Violet said, turning Marcy over on her back.
"Don't dare speak to me like that, you filth." He said, trying to keep his composure.
"Why? What is the big ordeal with Muggle borns? Honestly, I know your father was a muggle. Merlins beard Tom, Muggle blood runs through those veins of yours. I'm sure you hate to admit it, but Marcy told me." Violet spoke with a matter-of-fact voice.
"W-why did she tell you?"
"She thought it was as irrational as I do. How can someone who themselves is half muggle, but want to demolish the muggle borns? It doesn't make any sense, and I think you're mental."
"I'll have you know, I was brought up in an orphanage. My parents abandoned me, my filthy muggle father. Does that explain my reasoning?"
"No. No it does not. You hate an entire race of people because your father left you?" Violet snorted and then began to speak once more "Muggles are the inventors of many great things. They've invented more than wizards have. I think muggles are fascinating."
"Then why don't you leave Hogwarts and go to a muggle school? I'm sure they'll be quite accepting of your awful looks and hazy personality." Tom finished with a smile and looked down at Marcy.
"I don't understand what she sees in you." Violet looked up at him. "You're all she talks about. It's upsetting really. You abuse her."
"You know nothing about me and Marcys relationship. I don't abuse her." He stated flatly, stroking Marcys cheek lovingly.
"WHAT! You think I haven't seen the bruises? She cries every night, sobbing your pathetic name. She wakes up in the middle of night, screaming and clawing at her face and stomach. You use her, you make her do things she wouldn't normally do. You made her weak and vulnerable."
"They aren't all bruises." He sneered, with a sickening smile "I suppose I don't have an argument to that. I'm better than Brutus, I'm better for her."
"Brutus Malfoy? You're close, Riddle. Really close. He hurt her, I know that, but you have mentally scarred her. She'll never be the same after you. at least she was recovering from him."
"One day she'll understand, that everything I do, is for her future happiness. She's my heart." Tom said staring coldly at Violet.
"So you're taking her heart, because you were born without one?" Violet responded quickly.
"Are you done? Is she okay?" Tom said impatiently. Violet looked her over with worried eyes, lightly pressing on parts of her stomach. She nodded grimly and stood.
"Just don't move her. Leave her lying flat on the ground, for about half an hour. If she wakes up before that, she can sit up straight, but she cannot stand."
"Fine." There was a silence as they stared each other "You can leave now, Violet" When Violet didn't move, Tom harshly grabbed her by the forearm and pushed her out of the door. "Goodbye." He slammed the door and walked back over to Marcy. After a few minutes her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Tom, her eyes watering immediately.
"I'm weak." She whispered. "I'm so pathetic and weak."
"What bastard told you that, my sweet?" Tom said
"You did. You do every day. I agree though, you're right." She coughed and began to sit up.
"I-I did? I didn't realize." He hesitated and lost the emotion in his voice. "You can't sit up."
"Why?"
"Violet said it will hurt you. She's the one that, er, cured you, I guess you could say."
"I'm sorry Tom. I want you to be happy, and I feel like I'm getting in your way. That's what your friends tell me anyway."
"Friends? Who told you that?- Would you please look at me, when we're having a conversation. You have this glaze over your eyes it's… weird."
"I'm sorry! I'll try harder next time." She said panicking and throwing her hands over her face. He gently pried her hands away from her eyes. Tom looked her for a moment with uncertainty. He then put one arm under her back and the other under her knees lifting her off of the ground as slowly and carefully as possible. "What are you doing?"
"It's time for you to get a rest. My sweet angel, go to sleep. I'll come and get you in the morning. There are things I need to sort out." She nodded her head and fell asleep quickly. Tom stormed down the stairs, and into the common room. He paced for a while up and down, and finally roughly through a chair into the bookshelf.
'This has gone too far'
'It is your fault…'
'Why am I hearing voices now!'
'It's annoying isn't it?'
He picked up a book and through it into the fire, staring at it, until the cover and pages within, was nothing but ashes. Tom went up to the dorms and awoke his cronies, calling them down to the empty common room.
"I have called you all hear, because something rather upsetting has occurred. I have reason to believe that Marcy Nott was poisoned, or possibly cursed. I'm sure you are all aware that, she knows everything you all know. She is fully supportive of my plans, as all of you are. She has symptoms of wanting to harm herself. I think one of you have done it." Tom waited a moment and surveyed each of them, with malicious eyes. "It could've been out of jealousy… or maybe pure hatred. I don't know, but it is not natural. It can't be. So if one of you would like to confess, the consequences won't be so harsh" Tom glided up the steps into his room and slammed the door. Out of anger he punched the wall causing numerous cuts to form on his fist. His door creaked open and his head shot up, to find Lucretia Black peaking her head in to his utter surprise.
"I didn't say enter." He said coldly, rubbing his wounded hand.
"I apologize Lord Voldemort. I needed to talk to you."
"What do you want at this hour?"
"You see my lord, in my opinion; I think Marcy Nott is a distraction. I think you would be doing better without her… I am sorry about her being plagued by a sudden illness, but I feel this is exactly what needed to be done."
"I didn't ask for your opinion, so I don't quite understand why you came to tell me this. Marcy, will be a follower of mine shortly. I need her, you see for purposes I haven't yet spoken to you about."
"If I may ask, what purposes my lord?" Lucretia asked hesitantly.
"Nothing to your concern." Tom hesitated "Leave. I am not in the mood for this idiotic conversation."
"Is it because you need a heir? A pure blood heir? Or is she simply for your own pleasure. Because-"
"Lucretia, you have no business asking." He said shortly waving a hand, signaling for her to leave.
"Because, I would be more than willing to do both, my lord. I can provide a pure blood heir, with a strong lineage. I would be honored, to-"
"To what Lucretia? Become my whore in the bedroom, because that would be all I needed from you. Marcy provides perfect lineage, and traits you do not hold. I don't need a heir, but if I ever do she would be the perfect witch to impregnate. Her soul purpose is for pleasure at the moment, and that is all. I suggest you think before you make rushed decisions, and decide to sell yourself. Get out."
"But My Lord-"
"Lucretia, you are probably going to be caught up, in the incest that your family feels is necessary. Just get out, you annoying girl"
'Stupid girl, with a crush.' He thought with an unpleasant smile 'Useful though…'
He went to bed without another thought. He fell into a dream filled sleep, which didn't happen very often. Painful nightmares of falling, and screams. A girls screams, which sounded uncannily like Marcy. He woke with a start the next day and quickly got dressed. With his hands in his pockets he stepped into the common room. Lucretia sat in the armchair with a book hiding her face. Tom stopped behind her and looked down.
"Your book is upside down, fool." He scoffed walking away with a smile, as Lucretia began to sob. He sat at his usual seat with Avery. Avery happened to be, one of Toms closest cronies, and if Tom was in a good mood he could actually tolerate Averys foolishness.
Marcy stared at her reflection in the mirror at the, now, very small scar on her lower stomach. Her thumb probed over it, as she furrowed her brow. She remembered what happened, but it wasn't very clear. It was a fuzzy memory, like she was watching it all happen, not as if she herself committed the attempt of suicide. But she, unfortunately remembered doting over Tom, begging him to sleep with her. obediently following him around, and not speaking.
'Bet he loved that.' She thought, covering her eyes.
She reluctantly got dressed, and skipped down the steps smiling at Violet. Lucretia shot Marcy a stare of hatred, but only Marcy noticed.
"Feeling better? I'm sure your very sore, but I tried my best. Tom thinks that you may have been poisoned. That's what he was screaming at those fools who follow him around last night." Violet noticed a frown poised on Marcys face. "It's not like you have a choice so it's different."
"I know Violet, it's okay. Tom isn't that bad once you get passed these control issues he has."
"You're not defending him, are you? Do you realize he calls me mudblood? And that he's sexist and racist, and he beats you! how can you defend him?"
"Because, he may be all of that, but he understands me. He's more alluring than you think he is. I can't help myself when he's around. I lose all control."
"That could be because he poisoned you…"
"He didn't poison me. Not intentionally anyway, he has strange effects once you care about him. It's not his fault…" Marcy spoke dismissively.
"You're crazy! He hits you." Violet said slowly.
"Excuse me? Did you just call me crazy, Violet? Because as I recall, you promised me you would never call me crazy. I'm not crazy I'm just confused. This is why I'm with Tom; He really is the only person that doesn't treat me like I'm crazy. He talks to me."
"He treats you like a dog!"
"It's better than being treated like someone who belongs in an insane asylum!" Marcy retorted quickly walking away to the great hall. She ate quickly and ran to class sitting in the back, trying to forget about Violet .
'How could she call me crazy? She knows I hate when people say that to me.'
'You are crazy.'
'But she didn't have to say it! She didn't have to be so blunt!'
The day was usual. Marcy was obedient, she didn't talk to anyone. Only Tom would talk to her, and she would nod her head, which landed her a slap on her hand because 'It's not proper or polite to nod' but the day was short and quick and before she knew it weeks had gone by like this.
"Marcy, you don't love me." Tom said flatly, as they sat next to eachother on a windowsill in the corridor
"W-What? Yes I do. I still love you."
"No you don't. all you do is think about Abbott. You don't crave me anymore, I know you don't." He stood and began for the common room. "So you don't have to follow me around anymore."
"But I want to. I've grown used to being at your side."
"Well, I don't need you anymore. Go live your normal life, and don't expect me to bother you anymore."
"Tom, would you please stop and look at me?" Tom stopped and turned on his heel "Thank you. I care about you. I just wish you treated me better. Gregory treats me nicely, you are a little more" She paused a moment and thought "Aggressive , you're a little aggressive. But I- Would you please stop walking away!" Tom was again walking down the corridor. Marcy was walking in his wake.
"Marcy, just go! Leave me alone!" He screamed.
"No! I won't give up on you, I can't! I will teach you to love." She said eyes wide. He turned on her, backing her into the wall, so his face was inches from hers. She swallowed hard, and looked up at him "I just want to help you."
"You can't. What do you not understand about that? I can't love. No one will ever love me, so I give up."
"I love you! And I'm trying, you just won't let me! You think I don't know what it feels like to not be loved! I don't know how it feels to be abandoned, but I know what it feels like to not be loved. I'm trying to understand how you feel Tom!"
"You don't know how I feel! Everybody loves you, because your good at everything! You can have anything you want and I actually have to work for things, so don't tell me you know how I feel!" he screamed throwing his books onto the ground. Marcy stood there completely speechless.
"What! My mother and siblings hate me! I've never been in a normal relationship, for more than six months and I wouldn't even call Gregory a relationship I just like him, and of course you ruined that! I was raped by Brutus Malfoy, who I have to spend my dreary summer days with because our parents are 'friends.' And I'm in your shadow everyday! You're the smartest kid in the school, and I have to follow you around. I am called insane every day, because I hallucinate, and I scream your name in the middle of the night. How can you say everyone loves me? Everyone hates me! All the teachers love you and girls faun over you everyday! I actually want to know you, and you just push me away, and you take all the anger out on my! You're so thick sometimes!" she took a deep breath and stared back at Toms gaze. His eyes were set on her, and his proximity was uncomfortably close.
"I can't see you hurt anymore." He whispered, placing his hands on her extremely small waist. "I Don't know why. I usually get a lot of pleasure from others pain, but when I see you in a pool of blood on the floor, I feel guilt. I just don't want to see you hurt anymore." Marcy looked at him sideways and placed her hands on his face.
"Then don't hurt me. Love me like you want to, not like you're supposed to. I'm not asking you to change, I'm asking you to remember when you wanted to love me, and you didn't feel like it was mandatory." Tom grabbed her face, and kissed her very lightly.
"I needed that. I needed you one more time, but now I'm gone and they won't have a reason to hurt you. I want you to be happy again, I don't want you to be like me." He walked away, leaving her behind him staring wildly.
"I'm not going to leave you alone. I hope you understand that." She said with a shrug.
"I'll get nasty." He snarled with a grin.
"Good. I can't wait to see what you're going to come up with next." Tom ignored her, but smiled as he entered the common room.
'Is this what love is?' He thought complete stumped.
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