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Tom made a motion to speak, but was interrupted my the large man, Marc. Marc bounded into the room, looking back and forth between Marcy and Tom "What was that? That exploit you pulled? You're fighting in ten minutes, gorgeous. Better be equipped."
"I'm not fighting. I can't, Marc! I'm bleeding, I'm wounded. I need to go to Sadie, to get a new gauze… Please Marc, I'm in a lot of pain"
Marc shook his head, violently pointing a chubby finger at her "I got you off of the streets for a good amount of time. I gave you money, food and friends. I gave you something to wake up to in the morning. I even stopped that tart of a mother from beating you senseless. You're going to fight and you're going to win." Marcy shook her head and sat down.
"No."
Marc slapped the back of her head, and began to yell once more. He went to hit her a second time, when Tom jumped between them, and he pushed Marc away from her.
"Watch it." He warned "Marcy is not yours, so don't touch her."
"Who 'er you?"
"Marc, this is Tom. He's being considered." She waved her hand to release the subject "Never mind that. Please, let me go. I'll fight tomorrow morning, but I can't tonight. Not tonight."
"Fine. Go. Be here at ten a.m. sharp! I don't want you being late, and having to postpone that fight. And clean up a bit, sleep good and make yourself look good. The guys are getting bored."
Marcy stood and walked out of the room, Tom walking behind her. they walked through the large crowded room, and when they were back in the hallway, Marcy yawned loudly and walked towards a large red door. When she opened it, it revealed a nice sized room, with a comfortable looking beige bed, and a large amount of lamps and curtains around the room. Marcys ripped dress was in a bucket of water on the floor, and medical supplies was on a bench next to the bed.
"I regret saying this, but I'm going to need your help." She held the side of her shirt with the dried blood on it. "Sadie is gone, and I cannot do this myself." Tom laughed and sat down on a wooden chair directly across from her.
"So," He started leaning back pleased in the chair "you need my help… you need my help taking your clothes off. I never thought I'd hear it."
"Tom. Please." She said irritably
"I want you to say it properly." He insisted standing up and looking down at her "I want you to tell me exactly what you want."
"T-Tom, would you please be so kind as to, help me take my shirt off and help me clean my wound."
"Of course my love." He went on his knees in front of her, and slowly unbuttoned the top of her shirt with a smile on his face. He lifted the shirt, revealing gauze wrapped around her entire upper half.
"Okay, now without being a complete arse, unwrap the gauze, very slowly, and- see that bottle over on the table?- take that and apply it to the entire area. Then you wrap me back up and help me get dressed… can you please do that?" He nodded, very amused with the task at hand, and unwrapped the gauze. Even though her chest was completely exposed, with a stony look in his eyes he looked at her face the entire time. Marcy felt it should make her uncomfortable, but Tom was so calm, that it actually relaxed her. Tom followed her directions, and even when she winced in pain, he would stop what he was doing and wait to begin again. He finished and then removed her boots and leggings.
"Better?" he sighed, walking over to a large dresser. "Do you want night clothes?"
"Yes, Please." Tom grabbed oversized pants and handed them to Marcy. "Thank you." She bent over to slip the pants over her feet, causing a ripping noise in her side. Her face twisted in pain, though she shook it off. Tom walked over to her, and lightly pulled the pants out of her hand.
"Lay down, on your back."Tom insisted, pushing on her shoulder. Her back met the bed, and he sat down by her feet. He slid the pants on to her, and smiled.
"Thank you Tom."
"Do your parents know where we are?" Tom asked in curiosity.
"Yes. Shane sent Liam and Sean, to tell them that we were both spending the night here… in two separate bedrooms, Sean made sure to reassure my mother of that."
"Great, where should I sleep?" Tom asked clasping his hands together
"The couch." Toms head swung in the direction of a dark red, ratty couch. "Sleep well"
"You've got to be joking. I'm not even going near that flea infested thing."
"Then sleep on the floor." Marcy said with a yawn.
"Why sleep on the floor when there is a perfectly good bed-"
"Out of the question. You aren't even supposed to be in my room. Now go to sleep, and I'll wake you in the morning"
Tom glumly walked over to the couch and plopped down, obeying Marcy's requests. He removed his shoes and stared up at the ceiling. He fell into a deep abyss of thoughts.
'This is absurd. Why am I sleeping on a couch?'
'Because you're becoming soft for the girl' a voice hissed in his own mind.
'I know. I know. And I'm not happy about it. I've been slacking, things have been postponed because of her. I have so much work to be done, but instead I'm here with her'
'She is work. You are going to need her, so wrap her around your finger now rather than later'
'But she is so stubborn! She never listens to me. She isn't afraid of me like everyone else…'
'But she is scared of you. Maybe not like everyone else, but you still hold fear over her. Give her a reason to be afraid.'
'But I don't want to hurt her…'
'don't talk like that Tom! don't get soft now! You have so much to look forward to! You will achieve greatness and power! Marcy is just a piece of the puzzle!'
'I suppose. I have to get out of Ireland. I need to get my priorities straight… this is better than the orphanage though.'
Tom fell into a dreamless sleep. A usual sleep for him. He woke up much later, but wasn't sure if it was morning. The windowless room was dark, and had a heavy scent of cinnamon floating through it. Marcy woke from her sleep and got out of the bed. Tom silently watched her as she undressed, and put a dark green dress on. Tom noticed how perfectly the dress fit her, accentuating her waistline. Her long black hair hung around her shoulders. She ran her fingers through it and pulled it to the side. She looked over at him and realized Tom was fully awake.
"You're awake."
"Yes. Waiting for you." he answered, standing.
"We need to leave immediately. Marc will be looking for me." She hurried out the door and down a long winding hallway. The hallway started as white walls with green doors and bright lighting. Ten feet ahead, the walls changed to a dark wood and red carpeting with red doors. The lighting became dim and calm. Every ten feet the hallway would change. It was long and there were many turns to remember and hundreds of doors.
"What is this?" Tom asked
"It's a burrow. Four clans of knackers live here. This entire burrow stretches about thirty- four miles with four different entrances for each clan.
"Why don't you just build this above ground?"
"We're frowned upon above ground. We can't live safely up there. The ministry would kill us all." She said sadly.
"Your father works for the ministry does he not?" Tom asked.
"He does, but he also funds a lot of the legal aspects which knackers aren't capable of. I remember a girl who once fled the knackers to work for the ministry. She wanted a better life and I can't say I disagree. Her brothers found her, murdered her new Hungarian husband, and completely washed out her memory of all events. Sad really." Marcy stopped and looked up at Tom, "Do you hear that?"
"No."
"Sh. Listen…"
There was a pounding of footsteps which Tom could now here. Marcy opened the door next to her, and pulled Tom in. it was a very tight closet, but she piled in as much space between them, as humanly possible. The heavy footsteps thudded past the door. They both waited until they faded into nothing. Tom stepped out first holding Marcys wrist. They walked on their toes down the hallway. Suddenly a door flew open, and in front of them landed Marc.
"You! You selfish bitch!" Marc threw his hands around her small throat pinning her against the wall. Without a moment's hesitation Tom, ripped Marc off her, with his wand pointed straight at him.
"Tom, put your wand down." She said tugging at the sleeve of his arm. He resembled a mental patient, which frightened her more than anything. He was shaking with rage, and his eyes were wide with aggression. Marcy repeated herself, and he lowered his wand. Marc however, slammed the back of his hand across Toms face. Tom's fist cascaded into marks nose, and he then pointed his wand at him.
"Crucio." Tom whispered. Marc cringed on the floor in extreme pain. His back twisted, and his fingernails dug into his own flesh. Marcy looked at him for a moment, remembering that very curse being set on her. Her eyes darted to Tom in panic.
"Stop this right now! Stop Tom!"
Tom looked over to her in confusion and lowered his wand. He then turned, and walked down the hallway once again. Eventually they reach stairs, leading to a wooden hatch. Tom went first opening the hatch which led to, what seemed to be a caravan. Tom walked out, still shaking with anger. He opened the door and stepped out of the caravan into the fresh summer air. He turned on her grabbing her forearm and bringing her face to his.
"You will not order me around. You will stay silent, and will obey me. Understand?"
Marcy nodded her head, and he let go. She rubbed her arm and looked at him with sadness growing heavier in her eyes. "I'm sorry." She whispered, walking down a dirt road, left of the caravan.
1 week later
Marcy didn't speak to Tom, unless it was absolutely necessary. Tom looked at her with annoyance every time she walked into the room. Tom was only spending this one last day at the Nott household, and then he was being shipped back to the orphanage. Although Marcy exhibited dislike towards Tom, Marcys father seemed to take a liking to him. They even went fishing together. It was late in the afternoon, when Marcy though Tom had been out with her father, she decided to sit at the piano and play. At first she just pressed a few keys, and then she played an entire song. She hadn't felt this free for years, and a wave of emotions came over her. she heard someone step into the room and she immediately stopped, afraid it might be her mother, who forbidden Marcy to play the piano.
"I didn't know you could play piano darling?" Tom spoke smoothly sitting next to her "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I did tell you, you just don't listen when I speak."
"I listen to every word that comes out of that pretty little mouth of yours." He paused and stroked her cheek with his long finger "I'm leaving tomorrow, and then I will see you at Hogwarts."
"I am aware." She said, making sure not to lock eyes with him.
"That's good. Now, be aware that hallucinations will be normal after I leave. Don't let anyone know you're seeing them, understand?"
"Why though? Why will they come back? Do you realize those hallucinations almost made me attempt to kill myself? Are you aware of that?"
"I am, but I have to keep you where you are. I wouldn't want any slip ups." Tom kissed the top of her head as he stood. "If I shall not see you tomorrow, goodbye my sweet."
He didn't. He left and she was nowhere to be seen. It created hollowness in Riddle. It was unexplainable, but he knew it was there. It strangely resembled, regret. He regretted not treating her the way she deserved. He regretted all the pain he caused her. He knew that everything that had ever happened had boiled down to this very moment, and it occurred to him, that Marcy Nott, did not love him as she used to. It hurt him, and he knew it. Through this emotion he translated it as anger.
November 8th
"Hannah really wants to talk to you Marcy. She said she misses your company."
"She is the one who made the ill decision to leave me, when I needed her most. Hannah, is not my friend anymore." Marcy paused and looked over at her friend. "That's why I have you"
Violet smiled with satisfaction as the two girls sat happily at the Slytherin table, eating dinner on a lovely Friday night. Marcy looked up the table to where three third year girls sat giggling. One of them had her short brown hair pushed back with a dark purple band. She had a sweet small face, and every time Marcy saw the girl, she smiled. Marcy stood from her seat and walked over to the girl. Marcy stood behind the girl and tapped her on the shoulder. The third years two friends looked at awe at Marcy, but she quickly silenced them holding a finger up to her lips. Marcy was practically royalty to the younger students. She always helped them, and was one of the only 7th years who didn't bully them and look down at them. the third year girl whipped around to face Marcy.
"Marcy!" she squealed standing up and wrapping her arms around Marcy. "I've missed you."
"And I you Angelina. We haven't spoken in quite some time. How do you like Hogwarts? Has it changed since your first year?" Marcy sat down across from the two girls and next to Angelina.
"Yes! The boys have gotten much more worthy of fancying" said a girl with dark red hair. They all began to giggle and laugh.
"Oh. I see. Any boys you fancy?" Marcy asked
"Well…" said the red haired girl again "Angelina does."
"And he fancies her as well!" said the girl Marcy was sitting across from, who looked strangely familiar.
"Who might that be?"
"Oh, he's no one. I don't really like him that much, he fancies me more than I do him"
"Well what's his name?"
"His name is Phineas Black. He's very rude though."
Marcy knew all about the Blacks, and she knew they weren't good people. Especially for young and ignorant girls like Angelina. Angelina was too sweet and trusting. They would easily take advantage of her, and that was exactly what Marcy wanted Angelina to stay away from.
"I don't see why you even bother with him though Angelina, he's nothing special." The blonde girl said.
"Ursala, he's nice to me. He makes me feel worth something. And he's- I don't know. He confuses me." Angelina said in his defense. All of this sounded wickedly familiar to Marcy. All of the feelings Angelina felt towards the boy. Marcy knew the feelings. For the rest of dinner they all told Marcy about their lives and the people in their year, and not once did Marcy interrupt. They loved gossiping to Marcy, and they loved when she asked questions too. It was like she was their big sister that they all loved and worshipped her. Then the red haired girl, which Marcy found her name was Caitlin, spoke about Tom Riddle.
"Tom Riddle is absolutely flawless. Did you know he's head boy this year?" Marcy became uncomfortable, when Caitlin mentioned him. It was like hearing about a diseased family member. Marcy acted as if it was nothing, and listened intently to their conversation about Riddle. All three girls agreed he was the most attractive boy they had ever seen, and they spoke of him as if he was Merlin. They became more and more excited every second he was mentioned. Ursala then turned to Marcy and spoke excitedly "Marcy, are you acquainted with Tom Riddle? He's in your year isn't he?"
"Yes. Yes, me and Tom have become friendly over the years." She looked down into her lap and faked a smile. Angelina knew though, she knew how they fought, how he abused her. Angelina knew, but she never let Marcy know that she herself knew.
"You do? You've spoken to him!" Caitlin squealed.
"Caitlin, don't be stupid! Of course she has! She's Marcy Nott. She's every boys dream! Of course she's friendly with him. haven't you seen them sit together in the great hall?"
Just then, Marcy felt a faint pinch on her shoulder and looked up from her lap, to see all three of the girls faces had gone completely pale, and were staring at something above Marcy. She had a sick feeling of who it was.
'of course it's him. I should've known. He was probably listening to the entire conversation.'
Marcy didn't bother turning around, because she knew he would find a seat next to her anyway. Of course Tom Riddle sat on her left.
"Speak of the devil." Scoffed Angelina
"Hello ladies, how have your evenings been?" He asked graciously. Caitlin responded quickly.
"Wonderful. How have you been?"
"Good, thank you. Caitlin is it? And Ursala?" he said flashing a smile at the both of them, he then turned and looked at Angelina "And Angelina of course. I couldn't forget someone who is so important to Marcy." Caitlin and Ursala gaped at Angelina's high status with Tom and Marcy.
"Hello Tom." Angelina said blankly, eyeing Marcy. Tom made small conversation with the girls, which made them almost scream with enjoyment. Marcy could see Tom becoming bored with the girls, and he eventually stood and wished them all a lovely goodnight, kissing Marcy on her temple.
"You and Riddle are together!" Caitlin squealed "He must love you."
"He's incapable." Angelina said disgustedly. Marcy looked over at her sadly and looked at the other girls.
"It's not love. But I understand what you're saying." She surveyed them all very slowly and then leaned in closer to all of them. "Listen, I want to talk to all of you, but not here. Meet me in the common room tonight at 11." Marcy stood, and smiled at all of them leaving the table and walking out into the corridors. The Slytherin common room was the farthest from the Great Hall, and often took her a large amount of time to get there. It was quite in the cold, stone corridors. Kids were sitting in the windowsills and benches. A girl with red hair and a tall boy with dark hair seemed to be facing each other, sitting on a windowsill. The boy seemed to be frustrated and arguing with the girl and she seemed to be flailing her arms in the air, with anger. The boy was dangerously close to her, and when Marcy came closer she burst out in laughter at the two. The boy was none other than Tom Riddle and the Girl was Skylar. Skylar still held scars over her face from where Marcys fingernails were embedded in her skin. Tom had a psycho look on his face, and it was easy to see he was pulling at his hair in frustration. Skylar had black tears streaming down her face, from the heavy mascara she wore. She had bald spots in her hair and bruises running up her arm. Marcy couldn't contain herself and continued to laugh at the two of them. When they both whipped around to look at her, she began to apologize.
"I'm- so- sorry." She breathed out laughing out of control. "I'll go, I'll go."
Tom huffed at Skylar for a moment more and then, turned on his heels quickly to follow Marcy. Skylar ran after him, grabbing at his clothing demanding he not follow, resulting in a slap across the face, something Marcy was all too familiar with. The sound of his cold skin hitting her cheek forced Marcy to shiver with remembrance.
"Marcy!" he screamed at her, but she didn't turn around. "Marcy, stop walking away from me damn it! Get the fuck over here, now!"
She continued to walk, but looked back at him still laughing. He eventually caught up to her, and grabbed her shoulder forcing to her to turn around. She looked at his frustrated face, and began to laugh even more. "I'm sorry I'm laughing Tom, it's just too funny."
"How old are you? You act like a child! Stop laughing!"
"Why Skylar?" She managed to say, "Did you honestly think that she would be the one to bother me most? It only just made my year! To see her mascara smeared all over her face! Oh, it was priceless Tom."
"I didn't choose her to bother you." he scoffed, "I thought she would be worthy of-"
"Of what? Affection? To fulfill your dark plans? Ha! Go Tom, you go win her heart like you won mine, and then just go tear her apart! Go, have fun. Lets see how long she puts up with you." she paused and smiled at him. "I wonder if she'll love you like I did. I wonder if she'll try to help you." again she paused. "Tom, when you start to forget her, don't you dare begin to remember me." Marcy tore her arm from him and ran to the common room. It had been like this since the first day of their seventh year. He had been with every girl imaginable. He even considered girls in younger years. Marcy was convinced he liked the younger girls better. It was so easy for him to use them, it was ridiculous. They were so willing. It didn't affect Marcy though. She knew full well he couldn't put up with other girls, he would always come back to her, and that was probably the worst part. No matter what she did he would always be watching her with uneasy eyes.
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