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Marcys arm seemed to be turning a nasty shade of purple around the multiple gashes on her arm. Beads of sweat were pouring down her face, but she seemed to be shivering. Her arm was beginning to swell and all four of them seemed to be panicking.
"Marcy, please let us take you to Madame Goldstein." Hannah pleaded.
"No. She'll ask questions."
"Maybe that's a good thing Marcy!" Gregory interrupted, "Maybe she'll be able to help you."
"Or she'll think I'm a nutter and lock me away." Marcy said with agitation.
"You need help. This will only get worse."
"Gregory, there is nothing I can do right now. We've all been thinking-"
"Tom Riddle!" Hannah blurted out. The moment she realized what she had said, she bit her bottom lip
"What?" Gregory and Violet said in unison.
"Tom Riddle is, unfortunately, an extraordinary healer."
"How do you know?" Violet asked skeptically.
"He was at Hogsmeade, and a young woman broke her wrist. He fixed it within seconds."
"It's out of the question. He'll want something in return" Gregory stated shortly
"Gregory, he can do it." Marcy shrugged, "I'm sorry."
Gregory knelt down on his knees next to her, "He's the reason you're like this. If it wasn't for him, you would be fine, and we wouldn't all be worried sick."
"Gregory, I know he can do this. I know you tried, but he can manage-"
"Fine. You want him? Fine, have him." and Gregory began to walk towards the door. Violet leaped in front of him and pointed her agile finger at his face.
"If you plan on leaving the woman you care for, out jealousy, than you don't deserve her. She just wants to keep breathing, and if you can't hold back your demanding pride for one small moment, then I don't see you fit to be with Marcy." Violet said sternly. Gregory stared at her for a moment, than back at Marcy.
"Alright, I'll stay. But I won't leave Riddle alone with her."
"That's fine." Hannah said, "We'll all stay."
"I'll go get Riddle."
"No" Marcy said from her bed. "Gregory you'll stay here and Violet will get him."
Gregory sat down on the side table next to Marcys bed, and folded his arms looking down at her.
"I'm sorry this happened to you, love. All I want to do is help you, but I can't."
"I know, Greg." Marcy said sincerely. The feelings that were rushing through her head were beyond words. Gregory was so perfect in the most imperfect way. He had quirks that annoyed her, but she loved them anyway. He was an excellent student, but would pay so much attention to his studies, Marcy got lonely. He loved his family, but that's all he talked about. He loved Marcy so much, that it actually became annoying. And above all, he wasn't Tom, and the fact that she missed Tom when she was with him, was infuriating. Tom was bad for her, and it was obvious, but she craved him when she was alone. Gregory just didn't suffice to her needs. He wasn't a challenge, and he wasn't all that exciting. He was smart and nice and funny and charming, but he simply was not Tom. Though Gregory was her best friend. Even above Violet, she could share all of her feelings and secrets with him, without get dirty looks, assumptions or even be judged. He was always there for her, and he loved her the way she was, but all of that marvelous stuff just wasn't enough. Tom was infuriating. Whenever they were together she seemed to be angry. Anger radiated off of him, and Marcy was under the impression he hated her half of the time. It was so blatantly clear that he used her half the time, whether it be for affection or for his dirty work, but she didn't care. He was what she needed to fill her day, he was her drug and he was all she needed
Violet lightly walked down the stairs, trying not to be loud when she entered the common room. Tom and Avery seemed to be in a heated conversation when she entered. They both swiveled their heads in her direction when she began to speak.
"Hello." She said giving them a toothy grin, "Tom, Marcy seems to have fallen into a bit of a situation. To make what was once long short, she's dying and we can't help her"
Tom turned to face the fire and then back to Violet, "So." He stated
"So, you're the only one we could conjure up to help her."
"Leave us Avery." Tom muttered
"Yes M'lord" Avery whispered, brushing against Violets arm as he walked by her to his dorm.
"Now, what happened to Marcy?" Tom asked standing, and then leaning against the couch, with his arms folded over his chest.
"She, well, I don't exactly know…" Violet said quickly, "I think it was a hallucination, caused by…er…"
"Me, you blabbering oaf. Just say it."
"Right, well, Marcy isn't exactly getting better. Gregory said that its infected-"
"Gregory Abbot? She called for Gregory Abbot before me?" Tom said obviously bewildered.
"Uh, yes, she in fact did. Can you help her or not?" Violet scowled.
"I cannot."
"What?" Violet demanded.
"Gregory can do that, if she sees him fit."
"Listen you spineless arse. Everyone hates you. No one has ever loved you, nor cared for you. if you died the only person who would be effected would be Slughorn. Maybe. Then Marcy came along, and she was the only person who could stand you Riddle!" Violet screamed at him, "She wanted to help you, instead of just spending a night on your mattress, just so she could tell people she fucked Tom Riddle, like all the other whores in this castle do. No, she wanted to know you. You wanted to help you and love you and she still does, even after the way you treated her, the way you treat her. Anyone with a brain would've left you, but not Marcy. She stayed, because she couldn't just give up and abandon you. It's just not in her nature. She wants to help you and this" she stammered, "This is how you repay her, leaving her for dead."
"Fine you no good Mudblood. I'll help her." he paused, "But you'll regret speaking to me with that tone" And with that, they both ran up the stairs and to the girls dorm, to find Hannah and Gregory bending over her bed. Tom approached her, staring at Gregory. "Gregory." He muttered. Gregory held out his hand in front of Tom, not allowing him to move further. "Now I'm confused. Do you want me to help her or not."
"Just what are you going to do?"
"Mr. Abbot, I'll do what needs to be done in order to save Marcy, but I must first examine her. If you would step aside, that would be extraordinary." Tom fumed, with a deathly stare in his eyes.
"Can we have a word, outside Riddle?" Gregory questioned, quite daringly. Tom closed his eyes and whispered, "Fine" through gritted teeth. They both walked outside of the dorms. Tom waited for Gregory to say something.
"Listen Riddle, your intentions for Marcy are sickening and I would appreciate if you could no longer bother her? She obviously dislikes being around you, and always seems to be upset after talking to you besides I know her better than you ever will."
Tom laughed. Laughed and laughed and laughed until Gregory was a shade of red. "Abbot, listen, it shows you care for her and I suppose I can appreciate that, but in the end its always me-"
"You don't care about her Riddle." Gregory fumed, "I do."
"Oh really?" Riddle responded, anger flowing through his words, "You've spent weeks with her family? You wasted your night, comforting her because she was 'scared' you saved her the black lake? You've taken care of her and watched over her since you were fifteen?"
"No." He responded with a shake of his head.
"Exactly. You just played the pretty boy, and a shoulder to cry on, but you never actually did anything. No, that was me. I wasted precious time on her, because I had to. Don't tell me you know her, you know nothing about her." Tom threw open the door and walked in, staring at Marcys limp body. "Leave" he ordered them.
"Why?" Gregory questioned. Tom turned on his heel, "Leave, now." And they left.
"Marcy." He stated rather flatly.
"Yes Tom?"
"This is going to be very painful. I'm not going to lie and say it won't, because it will be excruciating, but if you can relax I might be able to ease the pain."
"Why will it hurt?" she said in a flat, and withering voice.
"It spread very quickly. I don't know why, but it did. There is poison flowing through your body. Do you remember when I mended your ribs?"
"Yes."
"It hurt, did it not?"
"It hurt very much."
"It's going to feel like that, but all over your body. And it's going to last longer."
"So- so what do I do, to numb it."She asked. Tom knelt down next to her, and pushed his long, skeletal fingers through her hair.
"Think of something, that makes you happy. Tell me about it, and close your eyes."
"Well, when I was young, my father was often gone on business. One summer he was gone, my mother took me down to the beach with all my cousins."
"Good" he praised, standing and raising his wand, "Keep telling me."
"It was the only time she ever showed affection towards me. we both sat on the blanket and she held me in her arms, running her long nails through my hair." Marcys eyes were now closed, and she seemed to almost be falling into a peaceful sleep. Tom flicked his wand, and Marcy arched her back, writhing as the spell withdrew the poison. Blow after blow hit her, and each time she would let out a scream.
"What is he doing to her in there?" Gregory said, pacing outside the door. Violet was leaning against the wall with her hands behind her back, and Hannah was curled up on the floor biting her nails. Another scream echoed through the hall. "Should we go in?"
"No." Violet muttered, "Tom knows what he's doing."
"How do you know?" Gregory protested.
"Listen, I hate him too, but he's an excellent wizard. He's ahead in every class. I don't think he has ever failed an exam. If he can help Marcy, then I have to agree to his standards. We can't go it."
"What is he is hurting her?"
"He has no reason to."
"The guy is psychotic."
The door opened and Tom stepped, looking at all of them. He then eyed Hannah suspiciously and then pocketed the his wand, which he was previously twirling in his fingers. "Done talking about me?" They all stared at him. "She's a drug addict." He said shrugging his shoulders. Hannah quickly stood up, causing her head to spin.
"What?" She said stomping her foot. "He's lying!" She pointed her thing finger at him.
"Denying it? I thought you were okay with the heroin addiction. I suppose I was wrong."
"How do you know Riddle?" Violet said with curiosity.
"She gave it to Marcy. I could see it in her blood stream. And you haven't noticed the bags under her eyes? Her teeth are also rotting out of her skull."
"I'm not addicted." She said firmly.
"I wonder what your daddy thought when he found out? A perfect little pureblood, like yourself. And the minister of magics niece no less! Tsk, tsk Hannah." He said tauntingly.
"You're cruel Riddle."
"You've mentioned." And with that he began to walk down the stairs. He sat on the couch in the common room and stared into the fire.
'Why help her?'
The rim of her vision was blurring, and the thundering voice was becoming fuzzy. Sleep was what Marcy longed for, but class was in session. All she had to do was keep her eyes open…
"Marcy!" Violet hissed "Wake up!"
Marcy shot up and looked around the class, hoping Dumbledore hadn't seen her beginning to fall asleep. She was unfortunately very wrong. He was standing over her desk, as the whole class looked at her, with burning eyes.
"Awake Miss. Nott?" He asked
"I'm very sorry Professor." She gushed, as she tried to gather herself.
After class Marcy, sluggishly, walked out of the room dragging her feet. Violet followed behind her closely. Violet waited until they were separate from the other students, so she could interrogate Marcy.
"Where have you been for the last few nights?" she hissed fiercely
"Out." She said with a yawn, "why?"
"Because, I'm… worried. I know you've been with Hannah and I know about the things you do with-"
"How do you know? Who told you? Did you tell anyone?"
"Marcy calm down. I told no one and one of her slimy low life friends was bragging about it your parties. She was telling everyone how the boys come in and-"
"I didn't do anything with any of them." Marcy said shaking her head, "I was only there for the drugs."
"Are you addicted? T- to heroin?"
"I'm not addicted."
"Does Tom know?"
"Absolutely not!" Marcy said, looking at Violet. "He doesn't need to know. It is none of his concern."
"Well he'll start asking questions, when he sees the bruises and smells the cologne all over you."
"I smell like cologne?" Marcy said cocking her head to the side, and smelling her sleeve, "I can't smell anything. And besides, the bruises aren't that big."
"Where did you get the bruises anyway?" Violet asked.
"The, uh, the needles. If you miss the vein it makes a bruise." She said quickly, waving her hand in the air, "It doesn't matter. Don't tell anyone."
"I won't! I just want to make sure you're being careful-"
"What do you mean…?" Marcy asked eyeing her suspiciously.
"Are you, taking precautions?" Violet asked, swallowing heavily.
"W- Oh you mean sexually! I've never had sex with any of them."
"Really?" Violet said, shocked.
"Yes. I've only had sex with Tom and I don't even remember it. I was drunk. And Brutus, well, I don't want to remember that night."
"You know, I could completely get rid of that memory if you would like. I'm getting quite good at memory spells."
"You could? That would be marvelous actually. Maybe I would stop having nightmares.
Tom walked into his potions class, and glided over to Slughorns desk. He smirked as Slughorn grew an exceptionally large smile at Tom's presence in the classroom.
"Tom m'boy, wonderful to see you, wonderful." He said shaking Toms hand as he did every morning. "Have that paper?"
"Of course sir." He said smoothly setting his books down at his potions station, "What will we be doing today in class, sir?"
"You'll be working in partners." Slughorn winked with a small, sheepish chuckle, "You and Miss Nott."
"Excellent." Tom answered back, taking out his book. More students slowly filled into the room one by one taking their seat. Marcy soon walked in, and as she did every day, she sat at a different table. Tom made eye contact with her. She pretended she didn't see him, but in the end, he won and entered her brain, forcing her to sit with him. she shuffled over, and pulled her stool to the opposite end of the table. Tom stood, grasped the stool, while she sat, and pulled it next to him.
"You won't win." He said with a laugh.
"Well, I can still try." She grumbled, propping her head on her hand. She scribbled her name on the top of her paper. Tom reached out and pulled at her arm.
"Who?" He said harshly.
"No one, I promise. Me being clumsy"
"Don't lie. It was you being a druggie. I don't want you around her, or any of them."
"How do you know?"
"How do you think?"
They fell silent for the remainder of the class. At the end, Slughorn held Tom after class, and Tom instructed her to wait outside.
"As you know, there will be an end of the year Slugclub party. I would like for you to come, bring a date of course."
"When will it be held?"
"This weekend. I know it is early for and of the year, but it doesn't matter. A party is a party to all you crazy youngsters." Slughorn smiled and placed a hand on his round stomach, dismissing Tom.
Marcy was leaning against the wall, staring into space, when Tom pulled her out of her daydream and down the corridor.
"We'll be going to a… gathering at the week's end. Try to look nice." He grumbled.
"I don't want to go." She protested. Tom furrowed his brow.
"What makes you think your opinion matters, in the situation?"
"For once, I would like to not be your pretty little pet, in front of your friends. Just tell them I'm sick or something of the nature."
"You're going, you'll look nice, you'll be a good little girl, and you'll keep quiet. End of discussion." He said, finalizing the plan.
"What will I wear? I have nothing, and wouldn't want your peers to think that I'm worthless. I better just stay in the dorms.
"I'll give you money, to go to Hogsmeade. Pick out something that looks nice. Violet I'm sure will be more than willing to do your makeup or whatever it is you girls do."
The week moved quite sluggishly, and once Saturday presented itself, Tom loaded her pockets with money, and sent Violet and her to Hogsmeade. Violet did most of the shopping, whilst Marcy sat in the corner. Eventually, Violet found, what she called 'The perfect dress' and bought it happily. Once they got back to Hogwarts it was beginning to get dark, and the not-so-end-of-the-year party would soon be in action. Tom was dressed in his best dress robes, looking amazing. Even Violets jaw dropped. Tom was wearing only his black pant and puffy white shirt. the rest of his robes were draped over the couch
"What did you decide on?" He asked casually.
"Well, Violet found this dress. it's long, simple. Hope you'll like it. If you don't, oh well." Marcy said shrugging her shoulders.
"You'll look perfect, as usual."
Violet raised her eyebrows at Tom's compliments. Marcy and Violet walked up the stairs and began to get Marcy ready. First Violet twirled her wand around Marcys hair, causing her long black hair to make small and lazy looking waves. After that, she did her makeup and declared her ready to put on the dress. The dress they chose, was a very dark blue silk, that practically looked black. The dress had a dangerously low drop in the back, and a sweetheart neckline. The dress was strapless, and her neck was draped with the necklace Tom had given her, unfortunately. The heels that Violet lent her, made Marcy look like a proper height next to Tom. She walked down the steps, to see Tom waiting next to the door, with the other Slytherin boys talking about potions and their dates. Two other girls were already downstairs, when Marcy went down. When Marcy slowly walked down the steps, every ones heads swiveled to look in her direction. Silence fell over them. She walked to Toms side quickly and looked up at him under her eyelids.
"You look marvelous." He said flashing his dazzling smile at her. He quickly circled around her, surveying her slender body "Beautiful."
"Were you a vulture in another life? Stop circling me." She demanded. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, whispering in her ear "I can't wait to show you off." She threw her head away from his ear, but his hand gently pulled her chin back to his face.
"I'm not a trophy." She said "Don't treat me like that."
"Well then what are you? You contribute nothing to conversations. You're a pretty face and something I can use. I can already see the jealousy running through all of them."
"You're disgusting" She muttered.
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