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He stopped her in front of an empty classroom. Typical.
"Go." He ordered. Once they were both settled in the classroom, he locked the door and turned to her. "Have a nice night?"
"Yes thank you."
"Playing dumb?" he said pulling over a chair for her to sit in. "Sit."
On cue she sat down and placed her hands on her lap. Tom smirked, and pulled over an identical chair to hers, placing it across from her.
"We have made excellent progress." Marcy raised an eyebrow at his words. "We've made a wonderful amount of progress in your obedience, not so much your loyalty, though we can work on that. I've also moved forward in my plans, but you don't need to worry about that."
"I don't wish to know. If I question you, I get punished. I understand that and I have learned my place. Although Riddle, in the beginning of our relationship, you seemed to be looking for a chase, something of distraction or pleasure. A game, even a competition. What changed?"
"That is a good question actually, but I unfortunately do not know the answer. You are certainly not competition, but I will not deny the pleasure aspect. That is still in the making."
Marcy rolled her eyes and looked over at him, "Oh, I am fully aware I am not competition. I know I'm the opposite. You're better at everything than I am. You're better with people, You have better grades, better looks, better everything really. I just don't understand What you see in me. I'm certainly not interesting. I'm a bore, if you think about it."
"I think you are fascinating. And you're funny and-" he choked on his words a bit, "and you understand me."
She nodded her head slowly and leaned forward in her chair, "So, can I go then?"
"No" he barked, leaning back into his seat, "Sit with me for just a moment my love. I would like to know how you feel about me, and I want the truth."
"The truth?" she asked hesitantly, "I would never tell you anything different."
Tom laughed and closed his eyes, "Don't play me, like those idiots you were raised with in Ireland. I know your games, all too well, so I ask the truth. Nothing more."
"Alright, I don't know where I should begin."
"Do you like me Marcy?"
"I-" she stopped and looked away, "I don't know." She quickly looked over to him, and saw the pain in his eyes for a quick moment, before regaining his mask of zero emotions. "I know I care about you."
"But do you enjoy my company at all?" Tom asked firmly.
"It depends if you're mad. If you're upset with something, or if I seem to have upset you, well, Tom, you scare me…" she said dryly
"I scare you? Marcy, what do you think I'm going to do?" Tom asked baffled.
"I don't know, hurt me, yell at me. Anything you come up with."
"Well, what if I'm in a good mood."
"If you're satisfied, then you are actually pleasant to be around, but that happens so rarely."
"Would you prefer if I left you alone, forever?" he asked not blinking as he looked at her, "Because I won't."
"No, I don't want you to leave it's just-"
"Just what?" he said harshly. "Would you prefer everything I've done for you, to just vanish?"
"All you've done for me? What might that be exactly? All you've ever done for me, is take my darkest fears and play them over and over again in my mind, you've abused me, and you've manipulated me!"
"I've loved you unconditionally. I treated you like a human being, because no one else ever does! They treat you like this fragile, porcelain doll, and I can see right through that!" He stood up, and slammed his hand against a desk.
"You treat me like an animal!"
"Because, I don't want you to forget me Marcy!" he screamed, "I want you to notice me, and I did, and have done everything in my power to keep you to myself." Marcy sat in her seat and looked at him, with fear obviously painted on her face "Guess, I thought I'd have to change the world, to make you see me. To be the one."
"What do you want me to do, Tom? Change myself completely?"
"I want you to make some sort of effort! I want you to try!"
"I shouldn't fight myself to love you!"Marcy declared, standing up and walking towards the door. It was locked, and impossible for her to see in the dark. She struggled for a moment, and then the door opened. However, before she was able to slip out of the door, Toms hand closed over her forearm. Before either one of them, had time to say anything, Tom was blasted into the desks across the room, leaving his head throbbing.
"Don't touch me Tom" Marcy whispered, holding her wand out. She quickly lowered it and ran out the door, before he was able to punish her, for her disobedience. She ran to the common room, up the stairs and curled up on her bed. about an hour later Violet walked into the common room, holding her leather book bag.
"Marcy, w-what's wrong with you?" Violet asked, sitting on the edge of her mattress, "You look a mess."
And in fact Marcy looked horrible. Her cheeks were red, her eyes watery and her hair was knotted into a ball. Her uniform was ripped, and there were vivid bruises running up her arms.
"Me and Tom got into a fight." She said staring at the wall.
"Again?" asked Violet brushing her fingers through Marcys hair. She sighed and walked through a wooden door on the other side of the room. A minute later she walked back to Marcy and looked at her with pity in her eyes. "Go take a shower. Clean yourself up a bit, and then we'll talk."
"If I go in the shower, I wouldn't hear if Tom was coming. He'll be looking for me."
"I'll stand outside the door." Violet offered, leading Marcy to the Slytherin showers.
Marcy walked into the steam filled room, and vigilantly removed her uniform, before delicately slipping into the shower. It was small, and surrounded with glass doors. She closed her eyes and lathered her hair with soap. Drops of water would manage to creep into her mouth, and she didn't seem to mind, until it the most familiar taste of metal, and felt thicker than before. Her eyes flew open, and she seemed to be covered with a thick red substance. She hastily tried wiping it off of her, but it was pouring out of the faucet above her head. The shower wouldn't turn off. Quickly she reached for the door, but when her fingers touched it, the door was scorching. Whispers fogged her mind, preventing her form thinking clearly. They turned to hissing, and she formed a ball with her body on the floor. The drain seemed to come alive as well, and snakes slithered out biting at her. she tried to scream, or even speak but nothing came out. One snake bit open the scar on her hand, from the snake in transformation. More snakes seemed to be coming out of the scar. She could see small snakes crawling under her skin, and she quickly grabbed the razor, on the shelf and began to slice open her arm allowing the snakes to be free of her skin. Finally she was able to let out a horrible scream. Violet rushed into the bathroom, and opened the door to the shower, revealing Marcy and her bloodied up arm, but nothing more.
"Violet! Snakes! Snakes are in my skin! There everywhere! And there's blood! Blood from the faucet!"
But nothing was there. Snakes were absent and the only blood she could see was pouring from Marcys arm. She turned off the water and wrapped a towel around Marcy.
"Violet get the blood off of me! please get rid of the blood!" Marcy pleaded. Violet was clueless on what she should do. She placed Marcy on her bed. With a flick of her wand, Marcy was wearing a dark blue dress, her hair was dry and her arm was wrapped. Marcy had her eyes tightly closed.
"Is it gone? Is the blood gone."
"Yes." Violet replied, sitting next to Marcy. "But you're arm is still bleeding. I wrapped it but it's bleeding through the cloth." Marcy kept her eyes shut."Marcy you can open your eyes. There isn't any blood." Hesitantly Marcy opened one eye and then the other. To her surprise there was no blood, and no snake bites. She looked perfectly fine. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, as she lay down on her bed. "Marcy what happened?"
"I thought I saw blood. It was a hallucination." She whispered, and even more faintly she whispered, "They're coming back."
"I have to take you to the Madame Goldstein."
"No Violet! If you take me to her, she'll asked what happened. I can't tell her I was seeing things! I'll be put into an institution!"
"Marcy you're hurting yourself, and I can't let you keep bleeding! I'm not advanced enough to heal the wound. Someone with practice needs to do that."
"Go get Gregory."
"Gregory who? Gregory Abbot? The Hufflepuff? You can't expect me to allow him into the common room!" Violet shrieked, "And I can't leave you alone, what if you get another hallucination."
Suddenly the door creaked open, and Hannah stepped in. "Marcy, what happened to your arm?"
"Nothing. I just tripped." Marcy said. Hannah looked at her skeptically, "Marcy, I know we stopped talking, but I still care about you. You're still my friend."
"Hannah, do you think you could stay with Marcy, while I go get someone to help her?" Violet asked.
"S-sure." Hannah sat down on the bed and looked at Marcy.
"I missed you and Violet. I don't really like the people I have been associating with lately." Hannah said sadly, twirling her thumbs.
"Why do you talk to them, then?"
"Because they have fun. They're always at some sort of party, or gathering." She paused, and reached into her pocket, "and they give me this." It was a small leather pouch.
"What is that?" Marcy asked suspiciously.
"It's called heroin. Muggles make it." Hannah said with a smile.
"Well what do you do with it?" Hannah laughed at Marcys childish questions and reached into the pouch, taking out the white powdery substance. She placed it on the palm of her hand, and then met it with her nose, inhaling it. She blinked and looked at Marcy.
"Do you want to try it?"
"Does it hurt?"
"A little. More like a sting. C'mon just try it."
Marcy, sure enough tried the foreign drug, and enjoyed. The heroin numbed her, and it was as if it blocked out the voices, and even the pain. She placed her head on the pillow and then looked over at Hannah.
"I'm sorry I changed." Marcy said sadly.
"It's my fault. You were obviously going through something, and I left."
silence fell over them. It felt like Violet was gone for hours. Finally the door opened and Gregory ran over to her bed, kneeling next to her. He put his hand over her forehead and stroke her hair.
"You're sweating." He stated sadly.
"Is that bad?" asked Violet.
"Yes. How long has she been this way?"
"It couldn't have been for more than an hour. I wrapped her arm, but she keeps bleeding. There's nothing I can do, to make it stop."
"It may be infected."
"Already?" Hannah said in shock.
"Yes. If she wasn't using a very clean object, a number of things could've gone wrong."
"You told him!" Marcy shrieked.
"What was I supposed to tell him?"
"I don't know! Make something up?"
"Marcy, don't blame Violet. I made her tell me. I had a pretty good idea of what happened anyway."
Marcy shrunk back, and stared at the ceiling, "If I knew what was going on I wouldn't have-"
"I understand, you don't have to explain yourself to me."
Gregory than examined her arm for a while, cleaning it out, and performing a number of spells on her arm. Nothing would happen though. Marcy could see the frustration building in Gregory the more he tried to help her.
"If there is nothing you can do, then stop, and I'll figure something out…"
"No." he said defiantly "No, I can do this." Marcy fell back to silence and stared at her arm
'Tom would know how to help..' She thought, quickly wanting to take the thought back 'he did do this though'
The summer before Marcys first year
"It's almost the end of summer, sweet pea" her father beamed "Are you excited!"
"Yes! And Eloise and Gibbon will be there! They will be able to show me around! It's going to be so much fun!" Marcy said skipping around her kitchen. The little girl stopped and looked at her father "Why aren't Shane and the other kids going?"
Her father frowned and knelt down "I don't know, but remember not to talk about them. don't talk about anybody from the family, understand?" Marcy nodded and proceeded to skip.
"I'm going to meet so many new people papa! Make friends."
"Yes, but no boys!" her father said, with a smile, pointing a finger at her.
"Keeping boys away from Marcy? Good luck." Her sister spat looking down at her little sister, "Going to make friends with the Blacks!"
"No! They're mean to me. Orion Black pulled my hair last time I saw him!" She sat down on the chair, "Besides, no boys are going to want to talk to me."
"Why do you think that?" her father asked, cocking his head to the side.
"Because, I'm weird! All I do is read, and I'm awkward around people. And I'm ugly."
"Now you listen to me, young lady. So many boys are going to want to be your friend, you'll be overwhelmed. You're interesting and funny, and nice."
"Not to mention a lying, lock picking thief!" Her sister said icily
"She was raised that way Eloise."
"So were Gibbon and I, and we managed to control ourselves."
"More of a reason she'll be placed into Slytherin. She's cunning"
"She'll be put into Hufflepuff. There isn't a doubt in my mind."
"Don't say that El!" Marcy huffed, pushing her sister, who was at least two feet taller than her. Eloise pushed Marcy back, until they were rolling around on the floor pulling each others' hair. Two large hands separated them.
"See what has become of her Da'? She's been training in the undergrounds with that slime Marc!"
"She's rebelling against me, Avery. She's wanting me less and I'm wanting her more."
"My Lord, have you tried-"
"I've tried everything, but she hates me."
"There is always force My Lord."
"That is true Avery. But I want her to submit to me." Tom sighed heavily, and looked over at his follower "What would you do Avery?"
"Give it time I suppose."
"I don't have time Avery. I need her to belong to me now, or the attachment that she has to me might fade. I can't keep that collar around her neck forever."
"Why must you possess her?"
"For future reasons. You see, Marcy, is beautiful. She may not think so, but she is, which is alluring, which can be past down to her offspring. Creating allure, creating power. She is a pure-blood, need I say more on that subject? She is a moderate student. Now all of these qualities mixed with my own, could quite possibly, create a very powerful young wizard."
"My Lord, are you planning on reproducing with Marcy Nott? Will that not create many distractions? What is the purpose?" Avery said quickly, with wide eyes. Tom laughed.
"I am Avery, and it is not as if I will have to care for the thing. I simply have to make sure, it is on the right path, and the child will be able to accomplish things while I am away. It could create a family of dark lords. I would be the ruler of the most powerful, in the wizarding community. And when the child dies, I will simply have to raise another."
"But, what will happen when Marcy dies? Will you find another?"
"Marcy, will live forever, by my side."
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