Hello readers! I'm sorry I'm late with the updates but I fucked up my wrist in a fight, and it's hard to type. It's getting a bit better though so I should be updating more frequently (cross your fingers because I can't lmao) So I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I wanted to point out that Violet Brown is Lavender Browns great aunt. Get it, I used a different type of purple. Alright I'm done, have fun reading
And she did. Tom walked through corridors, gathering his followers with Marcy under his arm. Every girls head turned when they walked by. They eventually reached the great hall, and as usual she sat right beside Tom. Gregory's eyes were burning into her, but she refused to look. Tom talked with Avery most of the time and as much as Marcy wanted to listen, she kept drifting off. Eventually she got bored and tugged on toms elbow. Agitated, Tom turned to her and with a venomous "What?" Marcy began her pleasant attitude and endearing smile.
"Tom? Could I maybe be excused for a moment?" She bit her lip, and batted her eyelashes.
"You may. Where are you going?" He asked sharply.
"Lavatory, and then maybe the library." She paused, brushing a stray hair out of her face, "Shall I wait for you, or are you busy?" Tom pondered on her words for a moment, thinking about his final decision. His eyes wandered across the Great Hall, and set themselves on the Hufflepuff table.
"Oh, it is one of these, library trips is it?" He asked with a quick smile. "Absolutely not. You will stay in my sight, at all times today."
"It's not, I swear. I'll wait, if you wish. But I do have to use the lav, so…" For effect, she batted her eyelashes once more, and tucked hair behind her ear.
"Fine. Go. I'll be there in an hour, but if I catch you, even five feet away from Abbott." He grabbed her chin, to make it look rather gentle, but was in fact rough, "You will be miserable. And I will be rather happy. I think you understand." She gulped.
"I understand." And like a delicate pixie, she fluttered out the large wooden door and lavatory. Marcy didn't exactly need, to use the bathroom, but the beautiful, yellow and orange skied morning, had turned to a blue, purple and gray sky, with rain clouds drawing near. The soft trickle of rain water against the window relaxed her. She sat on the stained glass windowsill, and waited until a suitable time to go to the library. Eventually, she sulkily walked out into the corridor and to the library. She rifled through books for a while, but couldn't find anything that caught her eye and gave up. Slowly, she drifted towards the window, and to her surprise, found a brilliant blue sky, with no clouds and a shining sun. She placed her hand on the window, and it actually felt hot. She looked out the window and saw kids of all ages drifting towards the shore of the black lake. There was a small patch of sand, where kids were putting down blankets. She felt a tap on her shoulder, and reluctantly turned to face the disturbance.
"Gregory!" She shrieked with shock. He gave her a toothy smile, and pulled her towards the back of the library.
"Hi" He said coolly, pocketing his hands
"What are you doing here? Leave!" Marcy demanded.
"I miss-" His voice dropped to a whisper, when the librarian scolded him, "I missed you. I missed talking to you. Come to the black lake today. Its beautiful outside."
"Granted, but I can't. Tom-" Gregory threw his hands up in the air and shook his head.
"Lie damn it! Lie your arse off, until he lets you come!" Gregory demanded.
"Okay, I'll try, just leave before he gets here. Go hide behind a book or something. Just stay out of site." Gregory grabbed a book, and sat down at a table in the far right corner, facing away from the entrance. On cue, Tom stalked into the room, and serenely draped an arm around Marcys waist.
"Nice day out." He stated, looking through the books. "I'll be busy all day." Marcy tried desperately to hide the excitement that was flowing through her. when Tom was busy, he was busy. Nothing could disturb him from whatever he was busy doing. "You can help."
"Well, Tom, I've been so obedient lately, and I was wondering if I could go down to the shore of the Black lake." Marcy could see the expression of 'not a chance' washing over his face, so she quickly began to speak again, "I'll go for an hour at most." Tom turned and began to walk away, shaking his head Marcy in toe, "Come on! I've never given you reason to not trust me!" With that statement he laughed, "You can send Avery to watch me. He'll tell you everything that I do." Tom exited into the corridor.
"Gregory's book is upside down, by the way." Tom muttered.
"Wha- Oh, uh-"
"And you've never given me reason not to trust you." He snorted.
"How long will this go on, before I have my life back?" Marcy said as she tried to get him to look at her. "Tom I just want to spend a day with my friends. After that I'll be back in the dorms, I promise." Tom stopped and looked at her, but with a distance in his eyes. He was thinking.
'One day, what could happen? I'll be busy anyway, and if Avery goes…"
"I need Avery today. He'll be busy."
"Send Macnair." She retorted quickly. Again Tom paused and thought about it.
"Fine. You can go, but you are to be dressed and ready before dinner. Some of the Blacks are going to Hogsmeade for dinner, and they asked me to go. You're coming, understand?" Marcys expression of shock satisfied Tom.
"Thank you! Tom, thank you!" She wrapped her arms around his neck, and planted a kiss on his cheek, "I'll be back on time, ready to go, I give you my word" She then skipped away towards the common room. She sprinted up the stairs, grabbed a blanket, and then ran back down the stairs out of the common room, and to the shore of the black lake. So many of the kids, from Hogwarts were there. Radios were playing and kids were playing all sorts of games. Some kids dared to stick their feet in the lake. When Marcy couldn't find anyone she knew, she walked out onto the dock, and sat down, dangling her feet. The sun was abnormally hot, and there was a small breeze. The beams of the sun danced along the surface of the lake. Someone sat down to her right, but it took a lot to tear gaze from the beautiful sight before her. She assumed it was Violet.
"Hello Vi." She sighed. A laugh escaped the person next her. She slowly turned her head, and gazed into the stormy grey eyes, of Gregory Abbot.
"I am not Violet Brown" He said with a laugh.
"Gregory, I wasn't expecting you!" She said with a wide smile. Marcy moved herself closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. "It's so beautiful." Gregory looked down at her.
"I know. I've missed it." He sighed heavily. Marcy looked up at him, with raise eyebrows.
"I was talking about the sun…"
"I wasn't." He replied nonchalantly. Marcy pushed his shoulders down, and leaned over him.
"You're too much to handle." She said with a laugh, laying down next to him.
"Me? You're the raven haired hell raiser! I'm just here to keep you balanced." He said with a smile, "Besides, I like you exactly the way you are."
"There must be something about me that bothers you." She said sitting up and looking down at him, "A small quirk?" Gregory shook his head, "A big quirk." He sat up and, put a piece of her hair, behind her ear. "I wouldn't change you at all." He stopped a moment, "A real man, only wants to change a girls name, and that's all. Well actually, I would like for you to change one thing."
"And what might that be?"
"It's something you have to do though." Gregory said with a raised eyebrow.
"If it you're satisfied." Gregory stood up, and looked down at her.
"I want you to start having fun." He then kicked off his shoes, and took hers off as well. She began to speak, but placed a finger over her mouth. He pulled off his shirt and picked Marcy up off the ground. "You have to start right now though." And with that he jumped into the lake with Marcy in his arms. Marcy opened her eyes as she was submerged in the water. In the daylight, it looked much different than the last time she was in the lake. It was a deep blue, and there were exotic fish swimming around. Marcy was captivated by the beauty of the lake that she hadn't realized she was sinking to the bottom. She felt an arm wrap around her waist, and she was drifting towards the surface. "Why didn't you swim!" Gregory said wiping the water away from his face, still supporting her.
"I can't swim!" Marcy said with a laugh
"Why are you laughing? You could have died!" He said, laughing as well.
"It was nice. Being under the water with you. I trust you." She said still laughing, "and I have to learn to swim sometime. Now is a good time I guess."
And they proceeded to bob in the water. Gregory was able to teach her to kick her feet, and paddle with her hands. It didn't take long for her to learn, and eventually was swimming without a problem. When the sun began to meet the middle of the sky, they pulled themselves onto the dock, and Gregory wrapped Marcys blanket around her. They walked to the shore, and a couple of Gregorys friends met them. Marcy had never met any of them, except for his younger sister and Audrey Spinnet. All of the Hufflepuffs were welcoming towards Marcy, and greeted her with hugs and smiles. No one questioned if Marcy and Gregory were together, and that was a relief. It was easier to just leave as undecided rather than together. Marcy eventually found Violet, and told her about her evening with Gregory.
"So Tom knows you're here, with Gregory?" Violet questioned in shock.
"Yes, well, he is aware I'm here, just not with Gregory." Violet looked over Marcys shoulder and raised her eyebrow.
"So he sent one of his lapdogs to watch you?" Violet pointed behind Marcy.
"What?" Marcy wheeled around, and her eyes set on none other than Avery. She rolled her eyes and waved him over. "I can't believe he did this" When Avery arrived next to her, she harshly scolded him. "Did Tom send?"
"Hello Violet." He said and Violet blushed, "Hello Marcy."
"Did- Tom- send- you!" She said emphasizing each word.
"Yes." Avery said through gritted teeth.
Marcys hands flew up into the air. "Perfect."
"You think I want to waste my Saturday, stalking you, and watching you frolic with Abbott? No Miss Nott, I would like to be with my friends."
"So then leave!" Marcy commanded, pointing towards the castle.
"Nott, you know I can't do that. I just have to make sure you stay safe, and that you don't do anything Tom won't like." Avery said impatiently. Marcy squirmed a bit.
"Are you going to tell him about Gregory?"
"Maybe." Avery paused, "I might tell him about Malfoy stalking you."
"Malfoy's here! Where?"
"Don't look. He has his hood up, and his back is to you." Marcy nodded and crossed her arms, but kept her solemn look. "I'll keep my distance, and I won't tell Tom everything."
"Thank you Avery."
Marcy spent the entire day on the Shore with Gregory and The Hufflpuffs and Violet. It was wonderful being with all of them and Avery in the distance. When the sun began to drift farther towards the west, Marcy realized she must be getting back to the castle, and on cue Avery walked over retrieved her from the blanket they were all sitting on. She reluctantly said goodbye, and rose from the ground, walking next to Avery.
"I am sorry." He said biting on the corner of his lip.
"Why do you do it though? Just don't do what he says."
"Well why don't you just leave? What's stopping you?" Avery said opening the door for her. Marcy understood what he was saying.
"I know, he can be persuasive." Marcy began "What would you do, if you never met Tom? Do you think your life would be different?"
"Maybe, I know I would have a different love life." Avery said with a frown, "But Tom did stick up for me, when I was bullied by other students in my early years. I guess I owe him."
"Avery, you were eleven. You don't owe him anything… And what do you mean love life?" She asked in interest.
"I'm only allowed to be with girls Tom approves of. Beautiful purebloods, with a bad reputation and a rich family. Someone who I think would make a good death-eater some day."
"Death- eater?"
"Oh, I can't tell you what that is. Please, do me a favor, and don't tell Tom I mentioned it?"
"Of course. Who would you date if it wasn't up to Tom?" She questioned.
"Don't judge me, and down think I'm ridiculous for thinking it, but I've been interested in Violet Brown for a while" Marcy raised her eyebrows with a smile and he finished quickly, "but of course that's ridiculous. She's a Mud-blood and Tom hates her."
"She's a Muggle- born, and I know she feels the same way." Marcy corrected. Avery tried to fight the smile that was creeping onto his face, and he quickly kept his composure. Avery barked the password, and they entered the common room. Marcy bathed, and dressed, in her light blue dress. She sat down on the couch and waited for Tom to arrive. He walked down the stairs and they began their journey to Hogsmeade.
3 hours later
Tom opened the door to the common room, and threw his jacket on the couch wheeling around to face the crowd following him.
"Marcy, you are to go to bed immediately. I'll meet you in my dorm!" He bellowed. Most of the kids dispersed around the common room, to leave Tom and Marcy alone.
"I'm not staying here!" She screamed back. Violet ran over to them.
"What happened?" She asked in a panic.
"Stay out of this Mud-blood!" Tom screamed, shoving Violet away from them. Marcy pushed passed him to help Violet. "Get to your room Marcy!"
"I'm leaving!" She replied making her way to the door. Tom reached forward and grabbed her hair by the roots pulling her backwards. He pulled her up, so she stood on her toes, and began to pull her to the steps towards the steps. Marcy ran up the stairs and into her dorm. Violet inched towards Avery and casually sat down in the armchair next to him.
"What happened?" She whispered, making sure Tom couldn't here.
"They got into a fight." He mumbled.
"Oh, really? I hadn't noticed."
"I don't need your sarcasm." He sighed and leaned towards her, "Abbott was at The Three Broomsticks, and started to talk to Marcy, when she went to get something. It ended up in Brutus Malfoy clocking Abbott right in the kisser, and Marcy hexing Malfoy. When Malfoy went to grab Marcy, she called for Abbott, and not Tom. Apparently Tom was embarrassed, and has been infuriated with Marcy all night. Says he's going to punish her this evening."
Violet sat back and stared into the fire, "Is he going to… hurt her?"
"Probably. You never know with Tom." There were soft footsteps coming down the stairs and the few people in the common room began to act busy. Marcy tiptoed into the room and made her way to the door, when Tom blocked her.
"Where on earth, do you think you're escaping to?" Tom asked.
"I'm leaving. I'm leaving you." She said puffing up.
"No you're not." And she pushed passed him. Of course Tom ripped her from the floor and began to carry her thrashing body up the stairs.
"Let go of me damn it!" She flicked her wand, and was immediately released from his grip. She sprinted down the steps and ran out the door, with Tom following her. She made it to the portrait which kept the Hufflepuff common room hidden and knocked on the door. Gregorys sister answered.
"Marcy, you look a wreck." She said steering her into the room, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, could you get your brother?" She said with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah of course." She skipped up the steps and seconds later came back with her brother. He wrapped Marcy up in a bear hug, and kissed her forehead. His sister left the room.
"Are you okay? You have bruises…" He began. Marcy looked down and could see small purple spots forming from where Tom had grabbed her, "Did he?"
"Yes, but I'm fine. I don't even feel them." She reassured him. He thought for a moment and then changed conversation.
"What are you doing here?"
"I got into a fight with Tom, and I just couldn't stand being in the Slytherin dorms. I had nowhere else to go." Marcy said sadly, "Can I just sleep on the couch or something?" Gregory sighed and shook his head.
"No, don't be ridiculous, I'll find you a bed. There's only one person in my dorm right now, but the others might come back. Don't worry I'll find a bed." Gregory took her hand and led her to his dorm, which was much bigger than the Slytherin dorms, and much more welcoming. There were chandeliers of all sizes hanging from the ceiling, and the beds had deep yellow and tan sheets. Gregory waved his wand and a bed appeared, with the same sheets and large white pillows. "Here we are. You'll sleep wonderfully."
Marcy began to scoot into the bed, when Gregory stopped her, "You're going to sleep in that dress? It looks uncomfortable."
"I'm fine." Which was a lie, the dress felt like she was wearing barbwire.
"Hold on a minute," Gregory thus began to rifle through his trunk and pulled out a collared shirt. He tossed it to her with a smile. "I think that will be better, and he turned around to allow Marcy to change. She took her dress off and quickly put the shirt on. It was a soft white cotton, and it reeked of Gregorys scent. Marcy thought it was comforting.
"You can turn around now." She said smiling, and crawling into her bed.
"Adorable. The shirt almost hits your ankles." Gregory said laughing.
"I can't help my height." She said defending herself. Gregory turned out the light, and lay down in the bed next to hers. "Goodnight Gregory."
"Goodnight Marcy."
The next morning Marcy woke up at a reasonable time in the morning. She looked to her left, where she had left Gregory and he seemed to be reading a book. "Good morning." She said rubbing her eyes.
"Morning love, sleep well I hope?"
"Better than I usually would. What are you reading?"
"Tales of Beadle and the Bard." Gregory mused.
"A children's book?" Marcy asked with a laugh.
"They're wonderful stories. My mum read them to me and my sister. Reminds me of being home in Scotland. I miss it there."
"What is like in Scotland?" Marcy asked as she laid down next to him and rested her head on his chest, listening carefully to his breathing.
"It's impossible to describe. I live in the highlands, with a wizarding village. Not everyone is of magical origin, there are a few Muggles, but we're sure not to let them know. In Scotland, they're afraid of witchcraft, and they think witchcraft is only from the 'demon inside' They're ignorant on the subject. But, anyway, you would love Scotland. Everything is green, with rolling mountains and smooth lakes. And when the sun comes out, its magnificent."
"It sounds a lot like Ireland, although in Ireland it's usually raining. I like it there though." Gregory and Marcy spent most of the morning talking, until Gregory suggested she get home before Tom woke up. Marcy was hesitant to leave, but decided it best, and allowed Gregory to take her home. She kissed him goodbye and gave him a long hug, when tears began to pool in her eyes.
"What's the matter?" Gregory asked
"I don't know when I'll see you again."
"You may not see me, but I'm always watching you. I'm looking out for you as best I can. I will always be there. You're my best friend Marcy." Marcy nodded her head, and with one final kiss goodbye she entered the common room, and bounded up the steps. As she began to open her door, another door from down the hall opened and out stepped Tom. He surveyed Marcy, and his eyes widened. He began to rush towards her when she opened the door to her dorm and slammed it in front of him.
"Marcy? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Shrieked Hannah, from across the room. Toms fist pounded on the door. Marcy jumped back, "Where were you last night? We couldn't find you."
"I went to the Hufflepuff common room. I slept at Gregorys." Hannah and Violet smiled and winked at each other. Marcy couldn't help but giggle a bit, "Nothing happened. I just slept there and came back here. I was trying to avoid Tom.
"Explain the shirt." Violet demanded questionably
"Gregory thought I looked uncomfortable in my dress-"
"Awwh!" Hannah and Violet said in unison, "That kid is so sweet."
"Well Tom saw me in it and he looks angry."
"That's explains the fist making contact with our door." Violet said nodding, "Well get changed and then we'll take care of Tom." Marcy put on the first dress her hands made contact with, and pulled her hair out of her face. She slipped on some shoes, and tucked her wand into her pocket. "Are you ready?"
Marcy shook her head slightly, "No."
"Well, we're going out there. He won't do anything with everybody awake. We'll just go down to breakfast, and then spend the day at the library." They walked out the door together, and Tom seemed to have left. When they arrived at the Great Hall, Marcy went over and sat next to Tom.
"Are you mad?" she asked.
"Furious would be a better adjective." Tom said through gritted teeth.
"I'm sorry, I was just scared. Can you blame me?" Tom shot her a look of anger, and then sharp pains shot through Marcys shoulder. Then down her back, and both her legs. "Are you doing that?"
"Yes. You seem to have forgotten, I still have a hold on you." Tom said standing, "We're leaving." Marcy shook her head and stayed planted to the bench, as another pain shot through her back. She looked at Gregory and shook her head at his sudden alertness. She stood and followed Tom out of the Great Hall. Once they were out of sight, Tom Grabbed her arm roughly, and tossed her into a classroom. His hand covered her mouth. "If you so much as scream, I won't hesitate to use an unforgivable on you." He then pulled out a wile filled with an orange liquid and put in her hand. "Drink it."
"What is it?" Tom seized the vile, and roughly tilted her head back, pouring the drink into her mouth. From the moment it made contact with her skin it burned. Marcy tried desperately not to scream as the serum made its way down her throat. The pain subsided for a moment, "What did you do to me?"
"That was a potion of my own creation. If anyone, besides myself, touches you they will get second degree burns from wherever their skin met yours. I won't be effected at all though. I'm your last resort for human affection." Tom smiled with satisfaction, as he stared at Marcys distressed face "And if you tell anyone, I'll find some more punishments. Now we should go test it out."
"I don't want to hurt anyone." She said grabbing the edge on the desk she was leaning on, "I won't go." Tom peeled her off the desk and opened the door.
"Go." He commanded, leading her into the Great Hall. "Go see if Abbott wants to talk." Marcy wheeled around to face Tom.
"Tom anybody else, I'm begging you. Please don't make me do this." She pushed against his chest, trying to escape the common room, "Somebody else, please"
"Go." Tom ordered through gritted teeth. Marcy very reluctantly walked over to the Hufflepuff table , and sat down next to Gregory.
"You and Riddle seemed to be in a bit of a scuffle. What for?" He asked putting down the book he was reading. When Marcy stared at her feet, biting her lip, He reached out to stroke her face but she flinched away. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, Gregory, no. It's Riddle that's all." Marcy was really thinking where the least painful place to get a burn would be, and she decided his forearm. He was wearing a casual, short sleeved shirt, and it would be easiest. She lightly rested her hand on his forearm and then pulled it away. She could see the red forming, and the skin began to look raw.
"Marcy what did you do?" He questioned, holding his arm, "Ow! It burns, Marcy! What did you do to me?" Marcy jumped off of the bench.
"Gregory, please forgive me." She whispered, as she fled the Great Hall. Tom was waiting on the entrance, laughing his sick laugh.
"That went well." Tom said as she passed him. The regret Marcy felt was unbearable, and as Tom reached out for her Marcy violently pushed him away.
"I hate you more than I've ever loathed anything. The sight of you makes me physically ill." She spat venomously as she scurried off to her common room. When she got to her dorm she locked the door, trying to contain the horrible monster he had made of her. What would she do if her father tried to hug her? Her niece? Violet and Hannah? This was one of the worst things Tom had done. Over the course of the day, Violet came in and asked why Tom was pacing around the corridor, and why Marcy had locked herself in her dorm. "Violet I promise this is nothing against you, but please don't come near me." Violet looked perplexed and sat down on her own four-poster.
"What happened?"
"Riddle messed everything up like he always does. I can't tell you exactly what he did, but basically if my skin makes contact with human flesh, they suffer from second degree burns."
"Well this means Tom can't touch you anymore." Violet said, trying to find something Marcy could gain from the matter at hand.
"No, he found a way around that as well. He's not affected, it's just others. I can't touch anybody without hurting them. There's so much I can't do. I won't be able to have a child Violet!"
"Well you could reproduce, it would just be Riddles." Violet shrugged.
"Don't say that. Don't even think of that. Just the thought of his seed growing inside of me is disturbing. The offspring of a monster." Marcy said, with hate ringing in her voice.
"You two would have gorgeous children." Violet said with a laugh, "I'm sorry, but it's true." Marcy couldn't help but laugh at Violets bubbly personality., "Maybe it will wear off overtime."
"Maybe Tom made an antidote!" Marcy said straightening herself.
"Marcy, why would he do that?"
"I don't know. Or maybe he could make one." Violet shrugged, and slid a sweater on, over her shoulders.
"It's almost dinner, are you coming?"
"No, I'm staying here." Marcy said, picking up a book, "I'm not leaving until I know I'm safe to be around."
"Marcy we have classes tomorrow."
"I don't care. I'll be sick tomorrow."
"Fine. Do you want me to bring you something for dinner?" Violet asked as she opened the door.
"Yes please. I don't care what it is, anything will do."
Tom ate his dinner next to Avery, but it was obvious he was in a foul mood. "She hasn't come out of her dorm all day. I don't understand why she's so furious with me."
"Well, My Lord, you made a monster out of her."
"Yes Avery I know, but I think the real reason she is she is so upset, is because she can't be with her precious Abbott. Its nauseating." Suddenly Tom felt an urgent tap on the shoulder and turned around in somewhat of a rage. "What do you want Angelina?"
"Tom, it's Marcy! Brutus has her in the troll dungeons. I heard her screaming, I didn't know what to do!" Angelina then fled the Great Hall and was out of sight.
Tom turned to Avery, "Give me a little over half an hour. After that, come to the dungeons and whatever happens, get Marcy somewhere safe. Do you understand? Don't think about me, just keep Marcy safe."
Avery replied with a "Yes My Lord" and Tom hurried out of the Great Hall."
"Marcy, Tom and Brutus are fighting in the troll dungeons but Tom has no wand. No one knows they're down there. Brutus is trying to kill him Marcy! I didn't know what else to do." And Angelina scurried out of the room without another word. Marcy stood from the four poster and grabbed her wand.
"You aren't actually going, are you? Even if something is happening, what are you going to do?" Violet argued, trying to negotiate with her.
"Tom would never leave me. He would stand by me forever, it's only fair I do the same." Marcy began to walk down the steps with Violet behind her.
"But only minutes ago, his name made you sick. Marcy this could be a trap!"
"Why would Angelina lie? I'll be fine. I have my wand, I burn people with my touch now. I'll be fine, so don't worry." Marcy ran down to the dungeons, but only to find emptiness. She prodded around the area listening intently for any movement or sound, but nothing.
Suddenly there was footstep, and Marcy darted her head in the direction of the footsteps and met eyes with Brutus Malfoy.
"Brutus, what are you doing down here?"
"I suppose you got 'Angelinas' message?"
"What do you mean?" Marcy said, keeping her wand at a reasonable level.
"Merlin," Brutus said with a heavy sigh, "You know Marcy, you are a bright witch. I thought you would have figured it out by now."
Marcy waved her hand dismissively, "Is he here?"
"No, doll face, not yet anyway. Now listen good while I explain, because he'll be showing up soon." Marcy nodded her head slowly. "Well, I was just so mad the other night, when you called Abbott to save you from big- bad Brutus, but I was even more troubled when Tom thought it was his right to protect you. It's funny, because I had you first. You were mine first." Brutus waited a moment, looking at Marcy expecting her to say something, "Nod your head." He demanded impatiently, and Marcy obeyed, "So I devised a foolproof plan, your friend 'Angelina' who is not really Angelina by the way, she was to go in panic and tell you Tom was in trouble, and to tell Tom you were in desperate need for help. So now you are down here, and in a few minutes we'll make it look like you need help, and Tom will be down here shortly preparing to save you yet again, but this time I'll be prepared. This time Riddle is going to regret he even spoke to you."
"I'm leaving." And she turned on her heel.
"Flipendo!" Marcy was immediately flipped around to be facing Brutus again.
"Confringdo!" Marcy shouted loudly. Brutus deflected the blow, and faster than Marcy thought possible he pointed the wand at her and shouted "Incarcerous!" and Marcy was bound up and thrown against the wall.
"You're better than I thought you were." Marcy said twisting her wrists. Brutus then pointed his wand at her direction, "Crucio." And Marcy let out the scream Brutus was expecting. Tom turned the corner, with his wand drawn, and Tom was much, much faster than Brutus thought. "Finite Incantatem" and the pain subsided for Marcy. Brutus turned and shot a spell at Tom, though Tom dodged it. The next spell that erupted from Toms wand, toppled Brutus onto the floor. Tom rushed over, and got the binds off of Marcy. He grabbed her hand and began pulling her out of the dungeons. Tom looked back once, and Marcy could see the anger that was spread across his widened eyes. Tom turned Marcy over, and pushed her body in front of his, so Toms back was to the dungeons and Marcy was covered by Tom. Marcy felt a shudder go through Toms body, as he fell to the floor. She wheeled around and faced Brutus, who was angrily holding his wand in their direction. A blue shot of light hit Brutus in the chest from behind Marcy. She turned back around to face Avery.
"Marcy we need to go." Avery pulled her arm, gently but with some form of authority. She tugged away from him, and kneeled down next to Toms limp body.
"Avery, he isn't breathing." She whispered with a shaky voice.
"Marcy, there are two unconscious bodies on the floor in front of us, teachers and prefects will be coming around at any given moment to do their rounds. If we don't leave now, and you get in trouble Tom will kill me."
"Tom could be dead, Avery!" Marcy looked down at Toms face, "Avery he isn't breathing!"
Avery was to make a decision: leave Tom and save Marcy, like Tom had ordered, or save Tom, and hopefully get them both back to safety. He ran a hand through his sandy colored hair and tried to deliberate.
"Avery, look at me, I've known you since we were nine. You used to come over and play with my cousin. You go to every Slugclub, you are a star student. I know you're good Avery, please just do me this one favor and help Tom."
Avery fell to his knees and began to revive Tom, by pushing on his chest. He used his wands a couple of times, to try an force Toms chest to rise. Finally it worked and Tom took a breath of air, but was still unconscious. "There he's breathing. We need to leave Nott."
"We can't just leave him here."
"For the love of Merlin, why are you so infatuated with this prick Marcy? I know everything he does to you. I know exactly how he treats you. Think of this as revenge." Avery shouted, pulling her off of the ground.
"No Avery, let me go! Let go!" She shouted, but Averys grip was almost as strong as Toms and she couldn't get away from him, "He would never leave me." She shrieked, holding back the sobs she so desperately wanted to let out. Avery was finally able to wrangle her into the common room, and put her down on the couch, "GO GET TOM!" Marcy said pushing Avery out the door.
Avery arrived back moments later, with Toms arm slung around his neck. Marcy rushed over, and did what she could to get Tom to his dorm room and lay him down on his bed. Blood was seeping through the left side of his shirt, and he was sweating.
"I've never really been on this side of a bad situation" Marcy said removing Toms shirt, and scaling the wound.
"Yeah, you're usually on the other side bleeding to death." Avery said waving his wand over Toms torso, "It isn't as bad as it seems, he'll be in pain though."
"That's alright." Marcy sneered, "He can handle it."
Avery fixed up most of the wound and backed away, "That should be good. I don't want to overdo it."
"You're really good at that Avery, almost as good as Violet." Marcy praised.
"Thanks, I want to be a healer," He turned to her with a raised eyebrow, "Violet?"
"Violet wants to be a healer too. She's amazing." Marcy smiled, "You two have a lot in common."
"Yeah I suppose," Avery gave a great and stretched, "I'm going to bed. When he wakes make sure he doesn't touch his wound. You're going to have to change his bandages in about an hour."
"Avery?"
"Yeah?" He turned around when he was half out the door, "Do you need something?"
"I want to know, why you obey me so well. Why do you listen to me and treat me the way you do? I don't understand."
"When we graduate, Tom has plans Marcy. You might be in those plans, and as the bosses lover, I have to treat you as an authority figure. The better I am with you, the higher I am on Toms standards."
When it was time to change his bandage, Marcy shook him awake, and propped him up so he was sitting upright. His eyes fluttered open, and the landed on Marcy. "Are you alright?" He asked groggily
"Are you alright? I have to change your bandages." She washed it out and put fresh bandages on, "You can lay down now." Tom placed his back against the mattress and stared at the ceiling.
"What happened? I can't remember anything." Tom rubbed his face with the palms of his hands.
"You were protecting me. You threw yourself in front of me, and took the spell."
"N-no I didn't." He insisted.
"Yes you did Tom. You were protecting me."
"I wasn't. There's no way I would risk that much."