I have returned once more! I have completed a few chapters that I hope satisfy you, so I wont waste time talking to you, just remember, I will be late on updates because of highschool -_- although some idiot wrote on the school message board that they were going to blow the school to smithereens so it might be closed, so I'll have time to write. Okay enjoy

"Gregory!" Marcy hollered as she ran down the halls to Gregory Abbott. He spun on his heel, and when his eyes made contact with hers, his smile widened as he held out his arms for her. She fell into his arms perfectly and he brought her into a warm embrace.

"Marcy, what are you doing?"

"I missed you. I haven't seen you in ages, and I figured we should catch up" she said with a grin

"Tom will be looking for you…"

"No. I haven't talked to Tom for two entire weeks, I would've come sooner but I wasn't sure if it was safe for you yet. I can talk to you now. We can finally be with each other again!"

"I've been waiting. I haven't forgotten about you, I'm so happy you're okay."

"I wouldn't say I'm okay, but I am better." She paused and looked up at his narrowed eyes. "What's wrong?"

"What is that Marcy? On your jaw…" His softly placed his fingers on her face to examine her jaw. She winced as he touched the small bump on the left side of her jaw.

"It's a bruise. It doesn't hurt that much anymore though." She said, trying to reassure him "It looks worse than it actually is. It was my fault anyway."

"Really, because it looks like a finger print from where I'm standing" Gregory rubbed powder off of her face, revealing a large set of purple bruises and red marks. "What did he do to you?"

"I-I spilled a goblet at dinner I think, and it got on his books… or maybe it was the time I stepped on his robes, making him trip. I can't remember, but I got punished for one of them. My fault though. I shouldn't be so clumsy all the time" she said shrugging.

"No, no it's not your fault at all. He's pathetic for hitting such a defenseless person like you." Gregory said furrowing his brow. Marcy thought for a moment and shook her head.

"It doesn't matter. I missed you; do you want to go to lunch together?" she took his hand and pulled him towards the great hall with a grin on her face.

Tom paced the common room that Sunday afternoon reading a book, as he always did, but his mind was wandering off into other places, distracting him from his main priority.

'Where is she? She should be back by now?' he thought staring at the small black lettering on the page in front of him.
'Unless she's with Abbott… what if she really did leave me for him?'
'Serves you right. In any case, just find someone else to meet your needs.'
'I want Marcy. Besides, she is aware of my plans for the future. She knows too much.'

Violet then bolted into the room, holding a pile of books, with a flushed expression. She dropped the books on the coffee table and looked up at Tom.

"You." she said exhausted and completely out of breath "You- need- to- know- something- important."

"Okay, this will be of no use of you are exasperated. So calm down, take a breath and then talk to someone who cares about what you have to say, because I do not, Mudblood."

"I saved the love of your life, you could be a little more humble." She shook her had and kept breathing heavily "I didn't come here to fight with you. This is about Marcy though. You should no before you do anything too hasty…"

"Violet Brown, what do you know? What did Marcy tell you about me?" Tom said slamming the book shut.

"She's told me enough. But the reason I'm here, is because I am worried about her. I don't know if you knew this, but Marcy has asthma. It is very rare for wizards to have it, but she does-" Toms hand shot up to silence Violet.

"Why do I need to know this?" he said rolling his eyes.

"Because, you have dangerous plans for her, I know you do. She hasn't had an attack in years, but if you don't know what it is, it's when she stops breathing and-"

"I know what asthma is. A boy in the orphanage had it… is it hereditary?" He said impatiently.

"It can be. It has been under control with potions, but she could have an attack at any given moment. Her children would be at a higher risk if she had a child with a muggle, or a muggle born. Even half bloods could strengthen the asthma. You cannot over work her Tom, she could get hurt."

"I don't have time for your childish ways. Marcy and I have not talked in weeks, and I don't plan on talking to her. I really lost all interest in her"

"Well why is she still wearing that ruddy necklace? I know you aren't going to give up on her, if you didn't need her, you wouldn't have kept her around this long." Violet said skimming the leather bound book "In any case, it is essential you always make sure she has the potion close by. If she gets stressed, the chances of an attack are much greater. You need to be careful"

"Violet, shut it! You are so aggravating. I'll be careful, just leave me alone." Tom said pushing her towards the door. Her hand flew to her wand and she aimed it at Toms throat.

"I am not Marcy, and I will not allow you to lay a hand on me. you have no right to push me around, and talk to me the way you do. I won't have it. Marcy may not defend herself, but I sure as hell do, so keep those hands to yourself Tom Riddle." She said with a huff. Tom stared at her for a moment. She lowered her wand and stared at him with squinted eyes. "what are you thinking?"

"I can break you. I can make you adore the ground I walk on. I can make you just like Marcy, a puppet. Don't act like a strong independent woman. I know what you let that boy Zachary do to you. I at least give Marcy some sort of joy, she worships my touch. I can break you just like her, so start thinking a little more Brown." He smiled at her and picked up his book. She swallowed hard and stared at him with rage. The door suddenly opened, and the small figure of Marcy Nott walked through the tiny opening into the common room. She stopped and her smile faded as she became aware of the hostility floating in the room. "Oh, hello. Talking nicely are we?" Marcy questioned with a small smile.

"Of course, as always. Have a nice time with Gregory?" Tom spat hastily leaving the room before anyone could reply

"What is he in a huff about?"

"Serious jealousy issues. Don't mind him." Violet reassured her.

"Remember when you used to actually like Tom Riddle? And the idea of us being together. Now you would like to watch him hex himself to death." Marcy laughed, showing off her brilliant smile. "How was your day off Violet? Studied for exams?"

"Yes. Hannah and I-" She stopped as she saw Marcy look down at her feet, with a frown. "I'm sorry about that Marcy, I'm sure she's sorry."

"It's okay Violet. She chose to ignore me, and leave. I don't mind." Marcy hesitated a moment and looked at Violet with worry. "Violet, please don't speak to Tom anymore. Don't even look in his direction."

"I'm not afraid of him Marcy. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Violet I've told you, he is too dangerous. He won't hesitate to kill you, he plans things so dark for the future, it scares me. just try to avoid him." Marcy begged.

"What is he planning?"

"I've told you, if you knew too much, you would be in danger… just promise you'll stay away."

"I'll try my best."

"Thank you Violet."

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