I'm so sorry I'm slacking. Hope you like it
Marcy quickly unpacked, carefully putting her books and school supplies onto the shelf in the far right corner of the room. She bathed, and dressed herself into a white dress with small blue flowers. Throwing her hair into a loose braid she ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Mother, how have you been!" she cried holding out her arms, to hug her mother. Without turning away from the hot stove, Mrs. Nott spoke with bitterness, "Fine thank you, and yours?"
"Nice. I met a boy named Gregory and-"
"Would you please set the table and bring out drinks?" she stopped and thought for a moment "Get your father also."
Marcy marched to her fathers study and cautiously knocked on the door. From within the chamber he gave a quick and cheery "Come in!" and she entered
"Dinner's ready father."
Her father stood and followed her out of the door. He caught up to her examining her left forearm with suspicion. He lifted it, close to his eyes and looked at her.
"What are all of the abrasions from?"
"Oh, potions. Yes, I was heating a potion, and it exploded and well, this happened. Madame Goldstein couldn't entirely heal them so it left a few scratches. Nothing to worry about." She assured him.
Of course a lie. One of many actually. The scars were left from many of Toms Crucio attacks. One of his favorite punishments when she did not obey him. the scars were left from her finger nails clawing into her body to relieve the pain. Tom had many tactics to assure she would never step out of line. What caused him the most joy was physically hitting her, with his bare hands. Marcy got used to his cold hands, slamming into her face, and didn't seem to care anymore. Crucio was all too much fun for Tom, he could watch her squeal, and writhe on the floor with pain, but not have to lift a finger. It had its affects on her. she used to be happy, bright and somewhat outgoing. No longer did she have any desire to make an effort. Just a bore really.
Her father resumed walking down the hall and sat at the table in front of his plate. Dinner was as usual, quite silent. Falling into her own thoughts, Marcy dozed away from reality, and began to chew on her hair. Her mother scowled and shot a nasty look.
"Marcy! Get your hair out of your mouth and finish your food!"
"Of course. I'm sorry." The resumed eating until Marcy realized the absence of her siblings "Where are Eloise and Gibbon? Have they not yet arrived?"
"They have families, and careers. No time to see you, I'm sure they will make a small effort to see you, but don't have high expectations." Her mother hissed. Again silence.
"So, in about two nights from now, we will be going to a Belivina Black- Burkes estate for a dinner. Her grandson is about your age and-"
"Father already? Already with, the fancy dinners and banquets. Making foolish small talk with snobby young men. They don't even care about my interests or personality. This isn't even me. I wasn't brought up this way and neither were you!' her voice still steady but fierce at this point "I was raised by knackers and gypsies, not mindless oafs, that cannot keep their hands to themselves! I will not stand for this, absolutely not."
"You will not speak to your father that way. I will not stand for rude behavior. You only have to attend five the entire summer. We have already picked out o few men that we think fit all the requirements."
"Marcy, I took your personality into consideration. I think you might like these boys." Her father tried desperately to make his daughter understand.
"It's not fair! Gibbon, didn't have to go to ridiculous banquets and act like every ones superior."
"Well, the Malfoys, will be arriving next week so I suggest you try to act civil… and I don't want you to be seen associating with those knacker boys. They are not appropriate company for a young girl your age." Her mother announced clearly, with brutal eyes, burning into Marcy.
"They are my cousins!" Marcy protested.
"Not those Finnigan siblings! They are the ones I can tolerate, but I still don't see why you enjoy their childish behavior. Things are changing this summer Marcy, whether you want them to or not!"
"Well," her father interrupted "That one Finnigan boy is being considered…"
"Considered by you, not I. in any means, go to your room and I shall see you in the morning."
"Fine. I'm going to bed, please do not disturb me, for I am very tired." Marcy sprang out of her seat and up the stairs, to her room. She gathered her dress into a ball on her right side, and tide it making it shorter. She opened the window that was viewing the tree and climbed down into the flower bed. she ran down the dark path that lead to town. It would have been nice to say she knew exactly where she was going, but in reality none of this looked familiar. Eventually she reached the small pub that her cousins once owned, and was able to navigate around the small village. Unfortunately, she didn't know anyone, and soon got bored and retired to her home. That was the first time in moths she felt free. She loved the feeling of someone not always watching her, not always telling her what to do.
Tom arrived at the orphanage at about six at night. The place had really gone downhill since he had last been there. Such a gray cold place. Rain leaked through the window in his room. He didn't have much to unpack, but he did. He locked all of his wizarding necessities, in his trunk. However his wand stayed with him at all times. When he saw something moving at the bottom of his trunk, he saw the picture of Marcy and himself at Hogsmeade together in their 5th year. He stared at it for a moment, went he felt eyes burning into him. A girl with short curly hair and muddy brown eyes, stood in his doorway. Amy Benson. The girl was thick and annoying, always trying to know what Tom was up to. When they were children Tom took Amy and another boy, Dennis, to a cave, where according to Dennis he preformed horrible things. For about year the children wouldn't speak to anyone. The dumb girl still insisted on irritating Tom further. Tom of course knew what ran through her thoughts, and found them hilarious. He looked up from the picture, and into the eyes of Amy.
"Amy, how was a year without me?" he smiled at her, placing the picture on the opposite side of him.
"Is that picture moving? Who is she?" Amy said moving farther into the room. "Another loony from that school you attend?"
"Her name is Marcy. Beautiful isn't she?" Tom knew Amy fancied him. scared out of her wits by him, but she still took a liking to his good looks. When Tom mentioned her beauty, Amys' she burned red and she furrowed her eyebrows.
"She okay I suppose." And without another sound Amy walked out of the room. Satisfaction falling over his face.
Marcy wore a red dress with heels to match and a long golden chain decorated with rubies. She half tied up her hair, and let the rest cascade down her back. She was prepared to attend this retched dinner her parents had organized. When she entered the mansion, she was herded into a large room, with witches and wizards swirling about. Belvina was a petite woman with silver hair and caramel colored eyes. She wore a black dress with silver beading.
"This is my grandson, Pollux." She said signaling to a medium sized boy, with sandy hair and beady black eyes, and freckles covering his face.
"It's a family name." he mused proudly. "You must be Marcy?" he kissed her hand and led her to the center of the large room. The boy tried to act as if he knew what he was doing. He didn't. he stepped on her feet, he stayed a good foot and a half away from her, and he didn't know any of the steps, for the dance. Marcy acted polite and encouraged him. it was in the middle of dancing, when Marcy heard a strange ringing in her ear. It was then she heard, clear as day, a hissing voice.
'Ha! Look at this fool! What a poor excuse for a man! Absolutely pathetic.' Marcy froze, and looked wide eyed at Pollux.
"D- did you say something?" she asked desperately.
"Er, no. Are you okay?" he asked unsure of what to do.
"Yes, I'm fine. Where is the washroom?"
"Up the stairs, take a right, then it will be your 6th door on the left." Pollux directed pointing in the direction of the large marble stairs. She raced up the stairs, found the washroom and slammed the door, collapsing onto the ground. She couldn't have heard him. it couldn't be. The voices had stopped, the visions gone. He was gone, at least for another 3 months. She stood and looked at herself in the mirror, when something rather odd, caught her eye. A silver chain much shorter that the gold one hanging from her neck. She lightly touched it, examining it carefully, then it dawned on her. it was Toms necklace. The small crystal flower, was practically winking at her with fulfillment. She was not wearing this when she had left Hogwarts, she made sure of that. When had he placed on her?
The platform at Hogwarts. When he hugged her goodbye, he must've slipped it around her neck. But again she realized she hadn't noticed it when she was getting dressed only hours ago.
'Funny, how simple a Reppelotum spell can be. I thought it would've taken longer for you to realize the spell was fading.'
"Get out of my head!"
And then, it was gone. The ringing, the voice. Everything, had just vanished in an instant. Marcy sat in the bathroom for a moment, to ration out what just happened. Her heart had practically stopped. It was months since that had happened, and she didn't intend on it happening again.
Before she knew, the Malfoys were on her doorstep. A tall boy with blonde hair stepped into the house and shook her fathers hand. A shudder flashed through her spine as she lay eyes on Brutus Malfoy. He looked at her, standing at her fathers side and flashed his electric blue eyes. Her mothers lean body entered the room, with a dazzling smile. She greeted them and eagerly herded them out the door onto the patio where ice tea was set. On a smaller table on the side set for two, was where Marcy and Brutus were to sit and make small talk.
"So, in contact with any of your Hogwarts friends?" Brutus asked pouring the iced tea she never asked for.
"No." she stated, crossing her ankles and smiling at him.
"Really? No one? Not even Riddle?" Brutus half smiled, as his eyes wandered around her body.
"What is wrong with you?" she scoffed.
"Nothing at all darling. Just asking a question, that's all." Brutus said innocently.
"You're incomprehensible, and have little manners."
"Better be careful with what you say. They're always listening, even when you think they're not." He warned. She sat upright and smiled, pushing her hair behind her ear. The wind tickled her skin, causing her to shutter.
"So, back to Riddle-"
"Stop it. I don't want to talk about him." she said sipping the iced tea. "I don't like recalling anything about him. he's a distraction."
If Marcy could've pushed the time, so she could leave the table and run into the orchard, by all means she would have. But time was funny that way, and seemed to slow when she desired it to move quickly. Marcy was a personal lap dog to Brutus. Forced to tend to his every need, and to be by his side at all times. He was annoying, and often said the wrong things. Marcy wished to go see her cousin, but Brutus was against the plan all together. Fine, she would put up with him. the next boy of course would be much worse, or much better. No one could reach the level of Brutus Malfoy. It was the day after he was gone, finally she was released, her father took an unexpected car ride out of town, and said he would be back at an irrational time.
"Where are you going?" Marcy said smiling at her father "Are you going to get Gibbon! Or Eloise maybe?"
"No, you'll find out soon enough. It is a surprise."
"Is it... the next one?" she gulped worriedly.
"You'll see." And with that he swept out of the room and drove out of site.
Marcy waited. And waited. And waited. Paced her front porch, until the faint roar of an engine was audible down the dirt road. Immediately her attention steadied, she became alert and anxious. The copper orange car slowly parked itself in the drive way. Her father stepped out of the drivers side, and smiled at her. the passenger door opened, and a tall boy, with dark hair stepped out. From the distance it took her a moment to make out his face. He had what looked to be light eyes, very attractive and then-
'NO!' she screamed silently 'how! He lives- no!'
It was as if all of the blood raced to her head, then her feet, and then to her head once more. He stomach dropped, her eyes blurred, and all she could do was lean against the porch column to keep from falling. It was him. it was Tom Marvolo Riddle, and he was staying at her home.
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