I'm so sorry I'm slacking. Hope you like it
"Marcy, you were waiting were you?" her father mused as he and Tom walked towards her. Tom walked closely behind her father with a smile smeared across his face. "Marcy?"
"Oh, oh right. Sorry father, I uh, hmm. I'm surprised that's all…" Marcy stared at Tom in disbelief.
"I thought you would be excited! A friend from school, plus I like Tom. He has a good head on his shoulders and a bright future. The boy would make and excellent-"
"Father, lets go inside!" Marcy said quickly stopping him from finishing.
"Well, you and Tom may get re-acquainted for a little while. Go ahead, stay on the porch and talk up a storm. I'll call you in for dinner."
"W-without a chaperone?"
"Yes, darling without a chaperone. I trust Tom with my life, as I do yours." And with that, her father swept into the house. She turned to look at Tom. he was leaning against the column, still smiling but staring at his feet.
"How?" she started. "How did you weasel your way into this one?" Tom looked up and began with his silky voice.
"It was simple actually. I wrote a lovely letter, explaining how I think you are a marvelous young woman, I wish nothing but the best for you, and as I recall something about how you should stay with your father at all times, due to the dangers in the slums of Ireland. Also, how you deserve nothing but the best and so forth. I addressed it to "Nott" and as I hoped, your father opened the letter and read it. He then contacted me, and asked the orphanage to allow me to stay with you for two weeks and three days."
"And he invited you to stay here!" then she understood, for the first time, what was really going on. "Did he say anything about… marriage to you?"
Tom shrugged "No, just something about being 'considered' I don't exactly know what that means though."
"It means, either my father or mother, most likely my father, would like for you to marry me."
"Do you feel okay? You're very pale and your eyes are glazed…"
"I'm fine! Do you need help with your bags?" Marcy asked calmly.
"No darling, I'm fine thank you." Tom took out his wand, muttered a spell. A brown trunk lifted out of the car and through the window of Marcys room. She then walked into the house and darted upstairs with Tom close behind her.
"Take your trunk and go to your room." Marcy huffed. "You're not even supposed to be in here."
"Don't pretend that you don't want me here, we both know you've been dying to see me."
"Stop it. Don't talk to me like that." She hissed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into the hall
"Like what?"
"Like that! Whenever you speak to me, you have this silky voice and you speak to me as if I'm a child. It annoys me so stop it." She turned and began to walk away, when he tightly grabbed her wrist and pulled her ear close to his lips.
"Remember, it only takes a small flick of the wand and I could end all of this, so watch your tone." Tom warned letting go of her and sweeping into his room.
Marcy sat on a large tree at the edge of the orchard, reading a book, and forming birds to fly above her head and around the tree. It was a beautiful sight. When Marcy was at the climax of her wizarding novel, her hair was lightly tugged, on the end of her braid. She gasped loudly and turned around, to come face to face with Tom.
"How the hell did you find me?"
"I followed you. Dinner is ready, I thought I should come and get you."
"Need not Tom, my father would have been perfectly capable of retrieving me. When did you say you were leaving?"
Tom laughed and took hold of her hand "You can't be sick of me already, I just got here."
"Oh believe me Tom, I am very much so sick of you." she paused and stared at him. her mouth opened as if to say something, but failed as she jumped down from the very low tree and walked towards her house. She could feel Toms cold eyes staring at her, and burning into her back. Once they entered the dining room, Tom sat across from Marcy and allowed the plates to fill themselves. Her mother and father walked in afterward, and let the plates again fill themselves. For a moment there was no speaking at all.
"So, I was thinking about allowing you and Tom to go out tonight. Get some sweets or something like that." Her father said happily, breaking the silence.
"Without a chaperone? I think that is highly inappropriate." Her mother argued.
"Hush, you don't know them like I do Mildred. They are both very responsible kids, and I trust them. They were alone at Hogwarts all the time. I think it is okay, to allow them some privacy for chatting."
Marcys mother fell silent. The meal went by smoothly after that, and when everyone was finished the plates lifted high into the air and floated into the sink, where they began to clean themselves. Again Marcy sat with Tom at the table waiting for further instructions.
"Well, how about you two go upstairs and get ready. Would you like for me to take you into town?"
"No father that is alright. It isn't that far of a walk." Marcy went up the stairs and brushed out her hair. She looked at the necklace for a moment in the mirror, taking in its beauty when she saw another face in the mirror. Tom. she turned around to see him leaning against the wall, of the doorway.
"Admiring jewels are we?"
"No, lets go."
The walk into the small town wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. He didn't touch her, barely even spoke to her. it was quiet and actually pleasant. Once they were in town, Tom became more comfortable and began to speak.
"So, how was Brutus Malfoy?"
"Excuse me?" She said in shock.
"I know he was here. I know you had to spend weeks with him. How was it? Missed me didn't you?" he sneered.
"How did you know?" She said tilting her head. He raised an eyebrow and sighed heavily.
"Your thoughts are quite loud, my darling."
Again there was no speaking, just walking and looking at the stands. Once the sun was almost cleared from the sky music began to play and festive lights began to erupt everywhere they walked. By now they were in a more secluded area of town with less muggles.
"Witches and Wizards mostly come here; muggles tend to stay away from here because they think it is dangerous. It obviously is not." She told Tom. He became fascinated in all of the witches and wizard walking around with their children. A small boy tugged on Toms sleeve to gain his attention.
" 'Ello sir. Would you like to buy 'eh flower?" While the small boy held up a flower to Toms face, Tom didn't notice the other boy swiftly reaching into his pocket. Marcy grabbed the two boys by their ears and pulled them next to each other.
"Liam and Sean Finnigan, what are you still doing, pick pocketing around here!" She said pulling them to the side of the alley "I thought you would have grown out of that?"
"'Oye! Look 'ear! It's Marcy! Marcy Nott! We thought you would never come around 'ear again!" Liam said wrapping his small arms around her torso. She pushed him away and scoffed.
"You may be my cousins, but you keep those quick little hands away from me."
"Second cousins three times removed, we're barely related." Sean said happily "But how can you blame us? You taught us everything! You did the same as we do!"
"Yeah but better!" Liam hollered "Marcy, once you're a knacker, you can't turn your back on the family, no matter what you do, you'll always be a knacker"
"Get out of here, before you get me into trouble!" she hissed, pointing in the opposite direction.
"We'll see you later. Shane will be looking for you." the boys ran away, and into a crowd of witches.
"You were a knacker?" Tom said slowly.
"I was. I try not to gad about with knackers though." She sighed heavily, passing a chubby woman who's eyes were glued to Marcy "You get a reputation."
"And you're the best?" Tom said, not paying attention to her.
"I was, but I always knew it was wrong."
"Now I understand."
"Excuse me?"
"I always thought you were unfit for Slytherin. Most of the time trying to stick with the rules, and never stepping a toe out of line. Over the years however, I have noted your fast hands and cleverness. Apparently you were a knacker, and the best. It makes sense now. You were bread to not obey the rules, and that, I can thoroughly respect."
For a moment Marcy thought about his words "I-I don't want to be like that."
"But you still use your talents. You can snag a wand from anyone pocket, you can sneak a book under your cloak, and get away without anyone questioning you. You my beloved are very useful." Tom spoke with a low and almost cruel voice, as if he was plotting something sickening in his mind.
They walked around the market until the sun went down. Darkness had completely enveloped the town. Muggle girls stared in awe at Tom. One even made the mistake of trying to flirt with him. without a second thought Tom denied her all access to conversation. They stood watching dancers, and listening to the loud music. When all seemed pleasant with the world a large arm wrapped around Marcys throat and pulled her towards the ground. Laughter exploded from the owner of the arm. Her head flew up and she made eye contact with an average sized boy, with gold eyes and red- brown hair.
"Shane Finnigan." Marcy stated heavily "Still causing trouble?"
"Still distracting young boys from their proper responsibility?" he retorted quickly, looking over at Tom. "Hello, I'm Shane. Marcys distant cousin- HEY GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THERE YOU FILTHY MUF- BLOOD!" he ran into the crowd, as Tom and Marcy watched him go.
"Tom, put your wand away" she hissed "That is a sign that you want to duel, and you do not want to duel here. Not now." Tom tucked his wand back into his pocket and wrapped an arm around her.
"If anyone else touches you, they're going to be sorry. People seem to forget that you are mine." He didn't look at her, but she knew what he was thinking.
"I am not yours. I do not belong to anyone, and you should get that out of your thick skull!"
"Because we are in public, I will keep myself tame. You should remember that this will cause you serious punishment." With that, he stopped talking and looked at Shane with interest, as he walked back over to them.
"Hello, sorry about that, Mud- bloods are such menaces." He smiled down at Marcy and tucked some loose hairs behind her ear. "How have you been, at that fancy school of yours?"
"It's great. You know you should really try to get a proper magical education some time." Marcy said, playfully punching his arm.
"I prefer pick pocketing. Its much simpler… so you're Tom, huh?"
"Yes. Tom Riddle." He held out his hand
"So, you're being considered I assume?" Shane asked smirking at Marcy.
"Yes by her father. I feel that I don't quite fit her mothers wishes though."
"Tom isn't exactly a pure- blood. He's also adopted." Marcy pointed out.
"Well, that's great for you. I am being considered by her father as well." The three of them talked as they strolled around the market. Soon there were more of Marcy relatives, along with Liam and Sean. They were in a small secluded area when a woman came running out of her store, wand aimed straight at Marcy.
"You! You horrible girl! Stealing my plumbs and spices! Causing my darling son to fawn over you all day! All of you slimy, filthy knackers get away from my store!" when they didn't move fast enough she started sending hexes in every direction. "I've called the ministry! They're coming for you!" Marcy and Shane made instant eye contact, with worried expressions. Shane turned and looked at all of the young witches and wizards, who were as well knackers.
"Run! Go! Hide anywhere, they're coming!" they all dispersed in every direction, as wizards came after them in every direction. Marcy grabbed Toms hand and headed towards a large field. The field was lit lights erupting from the ends of wands. They ran until they found a large tree and hid at the base of it. Tom looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"Are you going to tell me what is going on now?" he said calmly, without loss of breath.
"The ministry is very involved with wizarding knackers. As normal authority would be, though the ministry thinks it is un fair for the muggles when we use magic on to steal from them. They've sent knackers to Azkaban, for such a small crime. Children have been taken away from parents. If girls get caught its worse." They heard a man near their tree and fell into a panic. Tom pushed her against the tree and used his tall dark body to hide her. They were completely pushed together. Marcy felt uncomfortable being so close to him. she squirmed and tried to get away but he put one hand on her right him and the over her mouth, pushing her farther into the tree. His hot breath swept against her neck causing her to shutter, and his lips curved into a patronizing smirk. When his hand didn't move away from her mouth after a minute, she lightly bit the palm of his hand until he removed.
"What is wrong with you?" he said in a low voice.
"Get off of me." he didn't move. He kept his cold stare. A scream erupted from the right of them. it sounded like a child maybe. A fire was blazing in the field and people were still running, trying to find the knacker children. The child kept screaming.
"I have to go find the child" Marcy said pushing Tom off of her. She ran into the field, desperately trying to find the source of the painful screaming. Inches from the towering flames she saw a small figure, curled up in a ball screaming. She ran over to the girl and pulled her off of the ground. The girl must've been at least nine. For a moment Marcy thought about picking her up and carrying her some where safe, but the heroic plan dissolved when she realized she would get caught by a ministry official, if she ran to slow. Tom, ran after Marcy and over to the small girl. He scooped her up and hastily began to walk over to the willow. A flash of green light sped past his face. A scream, a thump and whimpering. He didn't have time to look behind him.
'get this brat safe, so you can keep Marcy safe. That's what matters' This thought raced through his mind about a hundred times. He was running off of an adrenaline rush. When Tom safely tucked the girl away he turned around to see Marcy, was not there. A body laying only ten feet away from him, jolting every five seconds, her right side drenched in blood.
"Marcy!" he screamed. A ministry member was also walking towards her. Tom grabbed his wand, and jinxed the man into oblivion. "Marcy?" he repeated. No answer.
"T-tom…" she whimpered "He- he-" the blood told the story. She was splinched, about three times on her the right side of her back. Tom scooped her off of the ground as if she weighed nothing and laid her down under the willow tree, where the girl was. He tore away parts of her dress around the wound. She screamed and sobbed.
"Tom!" she screamed out, choking back sobs "Tom! p-please s-s-stop! PLEASE!" the wound was unreal. The skin was gone, and the muscles were completely revealed. For minutes he sat next to her, waiting for the ministry officials to leave. Waiting for someone to help. She clenched his hand tightly in hers, trying to extinguish the pain. The screams were endless. When time seemed to almost stop, Shane, one other boy, and a girl landed next to tom, and hopped off of their brooms. The girl almost screamed and the boy looked away. Shane, however, looked at Tom with narrowed and hateful eyes.
"What have you done?" he said slowly. Tom stood up and looked at him in disbelief. "What, the, fuck, have you done to her!"
Review. I know it isn't a lot, and its sort of slow, but this Is all leading into some serious stuff, I promise!