Midterms can go to hell -_-
You are, what I never knew I always wanted-unknown
March 2nd 1946
'Forgetting Riddle? Impossible. He is possibly, one of the most impractical people to try and forget. Still, the idea of him vacating my memory sounds soothing.' Marcy's usual thoughts as she would wake in the morning next to her fiancé, Brutus Malfoy. Her eyes narrowed on his sleeping form. He slept on his stomach, with his arm stretched out towards Marcys end of the bed. Her back ached, from sleeping in a tight ball all night. She looked down at the purple bruises that danced along her wrist, pushing the painful memory back into her brain. Life with Brutus was, the most horrible thing she had ever agreed to. The proposal began in early September, when her mother brought the fact onto her. The ring that was given to her, through the mail, was obnoxious and she hated wearing the thing, but it was a family heirloom according to Brutus, and she was forced into wearing it. Her family was benefitting immensely from the arrangement, and Marcys hands were tied. A life with Brutus was all she could look forward too for the rest of her existence.
'or I could elope with Gregory' The thought made her laugh a little, at the ridiculousness of it all. She spent an entire month in Scotland with Gregory and it was amazing. But, when she was shipped back to Ireland and the summer had closed completely her hand was given to Brutus. Over 300 people were attending the wedding, including her Hogwarts friends, Violet, Hannah, Angelina, Caitlin and Ursala. She looked over at the clock and shook Brutus awake. "You have work." and waited for his responding grunt to hop out of bed and get dressed. She chose her short sleeved white dress, gray tights and black flats. She cloaked herself and set off for the closest wizarding Market, prepared to meet Violet. Really, the only benefit she got from moving to England was being closer to Violet. Everything else was horrible. She looked into the windows of shops and waited for her friend. Finally, she arrived.
"We must talk. Have you eaten?" Violet said as she dragged Marcy over to some sort of café. They both ordered the usual and took seats nearest to the door. "You won't believe what I am about to tell you."
"Vi, you're worrying me…"
"Listen carefully," Her voice immediately dropped, "you must be careful. Don't go anywhere alone, and stay with Brutus."
"Why?" Marcy asked with a hiss, looking around at the people in the café, "What happened?"
Violet looked around one final time, and without further waiting, forged her new-found information to Marcy, "remember Tom Riddle?"
Marcy scoffed and rolled her eyes, "how could I forget?" Violet closed her eyes and exhaled deeply before continuing.
"I was contacted by Avery, since no one can find you. Marcy, you are completely off the map. No one knows where you are, and everyone is scared. Gregory said you haven't responded to any of his letters. Same with Angelina and Hannah. Caitlin has a friend who apparently lives near your village in Ireland, and she says you've been gone for months. I had trouble finding you." Violet stopped, waiting for Marcy to respond.
She processed the information with nods of her head and then cocked an eyebrow, "What does any of this have to do with Riddle?"
"Right, Avery contacted me and said Riddle has written to over 50 dark wizards all over Europe, with your picture inside. He searched Finglas, he searched Scotland, and right now he has Knights all over England." Marcy gawked at Violet, hearing the news.
"What did Avery say?" she responded in a tone that was filled with air, and sort of empty.
"He was trying to pry the information out of me, strictly through letters of course. Then he found me at my apartment, and furthermore, tried to get information about you. When I refused he looked angry, but also had a glimmer of being scared stuck in his eye. Tom is up to something Marcy, and you must be careful. These are dark wizards. They'll do whatever it takes for Toms approval.
Night had cloaked the orange sky, and a breeze was sweeping through her home. Brutus was gone all night, and Marcy was headed to work. Well, her secret work anyway. She currently worked Opus Occulto Bar and restaurant. She was a waitress. But the job came with a small price: She was too dress in provocative clothing, and keep her mouth shut if any of the men did something. She also had to wear a short blonde wig. The reason she kept the job was because, pay was excellent and she was saving for emergencies. All of her money was given to Brutus, and if she required anything, that she knew Brutus would disapprove of, she need only to dip into her savings. She arrived at work on time, and dressed in the uniform all waitresses were to wear. A black dress, that had a low dip and a high skirt and black pumps with bows on the front. Her wig was also on and she was ready to wait on tables. For the first hour no problems occurred and the bar seemed to only get fuller. There were occasional fights that she would have to threaten the police on, but other than that the night ran smoothly. Towards the end, when there were only around seven people still in the bar, she was called over by a co- worker.
"Table seven is requesting you. Guess the guy wanted you again." Said the natural blonde as she poured drinks out of a container. Marcy sulked over with her notepad in hand and ready to take the, hopefully, last order of the night.
"What can I get for you sir?" She looked up into the stormy eyes of none other than Tom Riddle, "You found me…again"
He smiled a moment and then nodded, "Need I follow you home? Or will you tell me your address?"Marcy shook her head. "So what is it then?" Her name was called from the kitchens and she held up her index finger.
"A moment please?" she requested, darting off to the kitchens. It was the same girl that told her she would wait Riddle, "Yes?"
"Who is that man out there?" She said peering out the door to gawk at him, "A looker that one."
Marcy shoved the pad of paper into the girls hands, "Have the table, I'm going." She ran into the bathroom and changed back into her white dress, with her tights and shoes. On the spot she apparated to her home, not waiting to find out what else Riddle planned. Once in the house she grabbed a quill and some parchment, quickly scribbling on the paper:
Brutus, I am sorry I am leaving you a note and not telling you in person, that I must be heading off. My location isn't really necessary, but I will be home soon. No need to worry. Dinner is in the icebox and dessert is on the counter. Be home soon. –Marcy
Marcy pounded up the steps and grabbed her wand. She thought of a location and apparated swiftly to her parents' home in Finglas. She opened the door, to face darkness.
"'da?" Nothing. The home was eerily silent. She held her wand to her side. Green light flashed across the window in the backyard but there was no sound from the beam. She moved into the living room and with a loud gasp saw her niece, brother, father and mother, bound together, gagged with panicked eyes. She moved forward as her father shook his head vigorously. When she pulled the rope out of his mouth, there was an eruption of sound, and suddenly the entire house seemed to be able to have noise withdrawn from it.
"Marcy, get out of here!" He yelled, as she untied all of their hands and ripped the ropes out of their mouths., "It's a trap. They're outside."
"Who's outside?" She panicked, gripping her wand in her hand.
"M-men in hoods." Her mother whispered holding her youngest grandchild close to her, "They wore masks, and had strange markings. I-it was so dark."
"You need to leave. Take Jessica and leave." She indicated towards her niece forcing all of their hands onto each other. "apparate to Marcs caravan and don't leave until morning." She instructed.
"I will not leave without my daughter." Her father said strongly pulling her into a hug, "I will not allow you to stay here alone with those men."
She inhaled her fathers scent, and kissed him on his prickly cheek, "I am going to be okay. Wherever I am, and wherever I go, I will be safe. You mustn't worry about me. Please go."
He stubbornly shook his head and held her hand tighter, "I will not leave you alone."
"I'm not afraid of these men. They will not hurt me, but they won't hesitate to kill you. All of you, and I refuse to allow that to happen. Please don't argue with me, I am going to be fine." She could see the look of refusal and grabbed her brothers hand to her fathers, "Take him Gibbon. Do not let him come back. Take them far away and do not come back until morning." Gibbon nodded and the four of them huddled together. A tear was slowly streaming down her fathers face, "I love you daddy. I love you and will see you soon. Please do not be upset."
"I love you, my sweet Marcy. I will find you again." And with that they apparated out of the house. She was alone, in the dark room. The back door swung open and she could hear the heavy boots coming from all directions. She bounded up the creaky stairs, as being her only option. She ran into what used to be her old room, and locked the door. Quickly she went to the window, only to find the men completely encircling the house. The window option was gone, and people were hurrying up the stairs. She dove under the bed, and kept her wand close and prepared. Steps were walked towards the room, causing her to cover her mouth with her hand. The door blew open, and a set of black boots entered the room. They wandered around, opening things, and opening closets. They began to vacate the room, and relief washed over Marcy, but they stopped at the side of the bed. She stared at the boots, and a set of hands came down, grabbing her ankles and ripping her out from under the bed. Her foot swung up cracking him in the jaw. She swung her wand around, and they both shot and deflected hexes at one another. Finally, she was able to throw the man against the wall, completely confusing him, and bounded out the door and into the hallway. Shouts came from everywhere, and she found the steps. As she ran down onto the first floor, a hand stuck out from in between the railings and grabbed her ankle. She toppled down the stairs, and lay dizzied at the landing. She had hit her head on the way down the stairs, and the room seemed to be spinning. Whoever had grabbed her ankle, now took hold of the collar on her dress, and picked her up belligerently. She blinked rapidly trying to stop the spinning of the room. She was able to finally focus on the angry, but soft featured face, of the man pointing his wand at her.
"Avery?" She said baffled.
"Marcy Nott?" He immediately let go of her, but kept his wand pointed in between her eyes, "You live here?"
"My family does. Well I-I-I used to, but I moved to England. Avery, what are you doing? Who are these people?" Avery didn't answer, he just mumbled a spell, and Marcy felt her legs give out from under her. Avery caught her, and carried her outside. Her vision seemed to have blurred rather slowly, and her hearing was becoming muffled. "Avery." She whispered barely audible, "Leave-me-here."
"I cannot do that Miss .Nott."
"Miss Nott?"
"I had no idea you lived here, honest. Tom said that we were to search all houses in this area and bring him survivors."
"Survivors?" She garbled while he locked her wrists to her back, "Have you killed?" Avery didn't answer immediately and instead thought about the question. He looked down at her, and bent his brows causing a crease in his forehead.
"Yes. We must leave now." He hooked his arm around hers and apparated. Marcy had apparated before, but under the spell she was in, it felt like it took hours. They appeared in front of a black iron gate, with a blue sort of glow around it. The sky was a dark purple and there was a warm breeze floating through the air.
"I must blind you Miss Nott. You cannot go any further with sight and sound." He waved his wand, and the edges of her eyes, began to blur until she could no longer see. She was about to protest when suddenly she could no longer hear. She felt Avery pull her along rather roughly, and she stepped into what seemed to be a house, but she wasn't quite sure. There was a heavy air in the house, which made everything feel rather damp. At one point Avery picked her up and carried her down a rather long amount of stairs. When he set her down it was much colder and the floors were uneven. Her vision began to come back, and the same with her hearing. When she was completely alert, she wished she wasn't. She was in a damp cell, with leaking pipes everywhere and no windows. She could hear the shouts of other prisoners begging for water and food, and even the cries of a child. Avery separated her wrists, only to bind her to the wall, with her arms raised far above her head.
"Could I at least sit?" Avery ignored her and locked the cell behind him.
Marcy stood there for hours, as the harsh muggle chains dug into her skin, causing her to bleed periodically. House elves would come down to give her some water, but refused to speak to her, when she tried asking where she was. They would just mumble, "Master tell Brinky no talking to prisoner. No talk. Brinky no talk." Eventually, Marcy gave up communicating, and stood in her cell silently. For two days and two nights she stood there, with no food and only warm water. It was early in the morning when there was an awful 'BOOM!' from down the corridor, and shrieks of other prisoners. She heard each cell door open, and with each cell door, someone would cry screams of pain. She was too tired from the restless nights, to open her eyes when her cell was opened.
"Look at me worthless girl!" Marcy opened her sleepy eyes and faced Tom. She had a feeling it was him, but was hoping against all odds it wasn't. He blinked a couple of times, trying to process what exactly he was looking at, "they had specific instructions to not put you here."
"That makes me feel loads better." She looked up at her wrists as the blood began to drip down her arm. Tom moved closer, and when he was a reasonable distance Marcy kicked at him, "stay away from me." He gave his usual laugh, and placed both his hands on her thighs, assuring her lack of ability to kick.
"I didn't put you here."
Marcy outwardly laughed at him, and squirmed under his cold hands. "Who did?"
"Avery. I told them all to put you in your room." He growled. His hands drifted towards her face, causing her to flinch, but instead followed a path to her wrists and untying them from the wall, allowing her to cradle her wrists. "Do you want me to care for them, or will you be headstrong once more, and insist I not come near you?"
"I can do it myself." She hissed. Her hand traveled to her pocket, to take out her wand but it was gone. She moved to the other pocket and that too was empty, "give me my wand."
"No. That would mean me giving you your power back. I cannot do that."
"Actually, you can, you're just choosing not to." She looked down at her swelling wrists, "Okay, mend them. Just this once."
Tom pulled out his wand and gently took her right hand in his "Episky." Her right wrist returned to its normal state as he did the same to the left. Once she seemed to be able to move them properly, she apparated. Her goal was to go to Scotland, but she just ended up on the inside of the iron fence. She stood staring at it and moved to touch it, when it shocked her, and pulsed through her arm. She recoiled and tried to apparate again, not moving this time. "You can't apparate out of here." Marcy jumped as Tom was talking to her. She huffed and turned around to face him.
"Alright, you have my attention, what is it?"
"You've grown," He scanned his blue- gray eyes "You've grown into beautiful young woman, you're defiantly not a girl anymore." Marcy nodded her head, signaling him to continue. He pocketed his hands. "You need to move on with your life. Get married, have children. The whole nine yards."
"Good, you understand why I must get back to my fiancé then."
"Not quite. I am currently involved in some activities you wouldn't appreciate, I understand that, but I necessitate something from you."
"What is that, exactly?"
Toms lips turned to a solid line across his face and he moved a bit closer to her, "Do you know what a Horcrux is?"
Marcy thought about it. She vaguely remember Professor Marythought mentioning something about it in her class. Or maybe Tom mentioned it once in front of her, but she wasn't paying much attention. "I think so."
"What do you think it is?"
"When someone splits their soul. But I forget the purpose of it. Why?"
"When one splits his soul, like I have already done, you put it in an object and you cannot die. You split your soul by homicide Marcy." He tossed his head towards the large house, turning and looking around, "Come, we can finish this conversation inside."
Marcy was now able to get a proper view of the house, or mansion would be better suited. It was large with a porch that rapped all the way around, and windows covered the entire exterior of the house. It was white, but the paint was peeling and it wasn't quite white anymore. It had potential, but at the moment, it was just depressing, especially considering it was looking over a graveyard, and there were terribly dark woods behind the house. Tom opened the door, for her and she walked into the large foyer. It was dark, and dust covered everything, but she was able to look beyond that and saw the mesmerizing sight before her. It was high ceilinged with a chandelier and two large staircases on either side, that led to a landing, with two more identical staircases. There were archways on either side of her, but she could not see past them. She crossed her arms and looked over at Riddle, "Where are we?"
Tom smirked at her and shook his head, "You still have that fiery attitude. Pain the ass, I swear."Marcy didn't move, and kept her gaze set on riddle, as if nonverbally asking him once more. "we are at my 'family' home, or mansion rather."
"Family?"
"Well, the now deceased family. The ones who left me in an orphanage, and allowed me to struggle for money while they lived a lavish life here. Now, it is mine." He looked around, "Needs some work, but it will do." He took her hand in his and guided her toward the stairs, "Before we continue our conversation I want to show you something." They walked up the stairs to the third floor, and Tom showed her the way down a long hallway, and brought her to the last door, the only white door out of all the other dark brown doors. He opened the silver door knob revealing to her, a large white room with French doors leading to a balcony. The bed was king size with white sheets and a white comforter. The entire room was white with white bookshelves and white furniture. It was light even though the sky outside seemed to be gray and the room smelt of lavender and the musky smell that Tom usually smelt of. She looked around smiling at the beautiful sight, and turned back to Tom, who was leaning in the doorway. He raised an eyebrow and gave a half smile, "You like it?"
"It's beautiful. Is this your room?"
"No, mine is down the hall. This is yours."
"Mine?" Tom nodded his head and laughed, "I'm staying here?"
"Of course you are." He walked over to her, and pushed her hair behind her ears, "I can't let you leave me again, and I'm doing everything to make you as comfortable as possible. I'm not forcing anything on you except staying here. Stay here, and you'll see this is the best position you could be in."
"Not it's not!" She shrieked walking out the door and down the hall, "I will do something that makes you upset, and you will hit me. Something will go wrong… something always goes wrong when you're around."
"Marcy would you just listen to me? Would you stop and listen to me for a moment?"
"No! I'm leaving." She tried to open the front door but it was locked. She shook the door knob but it didn't budge, wheeling around she pushed Riddle, "I want to leave!" She pushed on his shoulders and slapped him, but he refused to stop her, not wanting to upset her further. One more slap against his face and she stopped the pathetic attack on him. She raked her hands through her hair and stared at him, "I finally got over you, and then you came back and found me, and now I'm here and there's a part of me that doesn't want to leave but I know I should. I know I need to leave and that's what I'm going to do. I'm leaving and I never want to see your face again. I want to leave."
"Leave so you can return to a life that you will dread? Return to a life where you'll never be happy? I can make you happy, and can give you everything you've wanted."
"How can I forget what you've done in the past? How can I refuse to remember the teenage abuser you were?"
"Answering with a question, interesting." He rubbed his jaw and put his hands in his pockets, "Brutus hurt you too Marcy, but at least I know what I did was wrong. He refuses to admit it." This shut Marcy up and she turned back to the door, and then back to Tom.
"I hope you understand that I'll never give up escaping."
He sighed raised his eyebrows, "Well I'm not surprised. You never really enjoyed giving me an easy way out, did you?"
"No, never." She swayed on the heels of her feet, "So what were you telling me about Horcruxes?"
"Yes right, well once you murder someone you are able to split your soul and put it into any object of your desire. You cannot die once you have a Horcrux, and that is my goal."
"I understand. That's really dark, but I understand. What does that have to do with me?"
"You probably have never heard of an Indissoluble Horcrux, but I have done my research and it is quite possible it just," He paused and rubbed the back of his neck, "It takes a lot of work. And that my dear is where you come in." Marcy didn't respond, but instead stared at him, "I think the subject may be too much for you to handle, so we'll just leave it at that. I have some business to attend to." He walked through the left archway, "lunch is in an hour."
Marcy walked up the stairs back to her room, and entered the large white room. She jumped a little when she saw a little house elf putting things away in the drawer. The house elf as well jumped and fell to her knees, "Master tell Brinky to unpack bags. Brinky was just cleaning. Brinky is most apologetic." Marcy walked over to the little house elf and helped her off the floor and to her feet.
"I'm Marcy Nott and you're Brinky? Pleasure to meet you." Marcy gave a large smile and sat down on the bed. The little elf seemed to be completely terrified and was shaking, pulling at her rags. "Brinky why don't you sit down." Marcy pulled out a wooden chair for the elf. Brinky blinked a couple of times looking hesitantly at Marcy.
"Master Riddle, would be most upset with Brinky, I should not Miss."
"Tom left, you can sit when you are with me." Marcy reassured her. Brinky took her seat and looked up at Marcy with her oversized circular eyes, "Brinky do you know where we are?"
"England Miss."
"Right, but what town are we in?" Marcy said, adjusting her tattered and dirty dress. She hadn't realized how much of a mess she looked after being locked down in dungeon for a couple of days.
"Little Hangleton, Miss. We are in what used to be the Riddle Manor." Brinky sniffled her nose, and blew into her rags, "Sorry Miss, Brinky must have caught a cold."
"Brinky why do you wear those?"
"Brinky must Miss. It is a mark of the house elf, but Master had other marks he give the slaves that work here. Right on our backs." She rubbed her back in memory, "Quite painful Miss, Brinky passed out."
"What did Tom do?"
"Master branded Brinky and other House Elves, with his mark." Brinky broke into sobs, as she blew once more into her rags, "Brinky must stay here forever."
"I'm sorry Brinky. Is there anything I can do to help you?"
Brinky shook her head, "Miss Marcy is most kind to offer a hand to Brinky, but Master Riddle tell Brinky to not bother Miss Marcy. Says Brinky will get great punishment. Brinky is to wait on Miss Marcy while she remains in Masters house. Brinky must get Miss Marcy ready for lunch. Brinky was putting many dresses away for Miss Marcy. Go get bathed Miss Marcy, Please. So Brinky can make Miss Marcy pretty for Master." Brinky jumped down from her stool and walked over to a door, opening it to enter a large bathroom.
"Brinky, when was the last time to bathed?" Marcy asked, following the house elf into the bathroom.
"Brinky does not remember." She turned on the shower to get the water hot, "Brinky is not supposed to bather Miss."
"I'll shower, when you shower." Marcy crossed her arms. When Brinky tried to argue she held up her hand, "All you have to do is sit under the water and clean yourself off. I will not tell Tom, but I won't get ready unless you shower."
Brinky thought about Marcys demands, and nodded her head, "Brinky will." Marcy turned around, giving the house elf privacy to strip off her rags and climb into the shower. Marcy took her rags and washed it in the sink, then waved her wand to dry it. When Brinky climbed out, she wrapped a towel around her, and dressed her back in her rags. "Thank you Miss. Brinky thanks you she does, but Brinky must ask Miss Marcy to take shower now." Brinky closed the door behind her. Marcy took the shower which was quite refreshing. Finally washed her hair and body with the soap she had missed for the days she had not showered locked in the dungeon. When she stepped out, there was a robe hanging on the back of the door that she slipped on. It was thin and black, but soft and warm. There was a knock at the door, "Ready Miss?" squeaked Brinky.
"Yes Brinky, you can come in."
Brinky opened the door, dragging a low stool behind her, "Miss Marcy, Brinky cannot reach you up there. Miss Marcy must sit on stool." Marcy sat down on the low stool, allowing the elf to brush and dry her hair with a snap of her fingers. She curled it, and then moved onto Marcys makeup. Once all of the was taken care of, she took Marcys hand and led her into the bedroom, where an outfit was laying on the bed. The dress was a light brown color, with a fitted belt. There were ear rings, and even her perfume was chosen. Really the only problem she had was the shoes.
"Brinky these are heels." She said, picking up the show, "Did Riddle pick these?"
"Yes Miss Marcy. Master said young women wear heels and not flats, he did. Master insists heels, nothing else." Brinky nodded her head.
"Brinky I-" Marcy stopped when she saw the troubled face that Brinky was wearing. "I'll wear them."
"Brinky is thankful Miss. Thank you Miss Marcy, thank you." Marcy walked out into the hall, and shut the door behind her. Marcy put the dress on, and stared at the heels. She never wore heels… ever. She had a habit of tripping on them, and they were uncomfortable. She enjoyed flats and that was it. But, because she did not want to get Brinky punished she slipped on the heels, and braved her way through the door, only stumbling slightly, instead of full on falling. Brinky was waiting patiently outside the door, with her hands behind her back. "Master is waiting for you on the porch Miss Marcy." Brinky led the way down the stairs and through a sitting area to the back porch. There was a table set for two, and Tom was sitting peacefully reading a book. "Miss Marcy is here Master." Tom snapped the book shut, looking up at Marcy. He rose from his seat, to pull her chair out, then pushing her back in when she sat. Marcy looked around her to see flower beds that were poorly taken care of, but still had blossoming tiger lilies. The sun was out, and there was a faint breeze, but it was quite warm.
"You look lovely my dear. Would you like tea?" Marcy nodded. Tom gave, yet again, an award winning smile, and blinked his long eyelashes, "Peppermint?" Marcy nodded again. "Brinky, peppermint tea for Marcy, and I'll just have coffee." Brinky scampered away into the kitchen. "You're wearing heels."
"Yes." She scowled at him, "You know I can't walk in these things." Tom laughed and crossed his arms across his broad chest, "Do you want me to break my neck?"
"Marcy young ladies are supposed to wear heels. You wore heels at your 'work' didn't you?"
"Yes, and I barely made it out alive wearing those ridiculous things. I had to walk down two flights of stairs; I was worried for my life."
Again he laughed, "Well get used to them, because you must start wearing them, especially when we go places. For example in a week or so, we'll be attending a wedding-"
"A wedding?" she interjected, "Who's wedding?"
"Orion and Walburga are to be married." Tom scoffed and shook his head, "strange if you ask me, but it's what the Blacks want."
"They're cousins…" Marcy thought allowed, "I'm going to assume they are not choosing to be married…"
"No they do not wish to marry one another, but the parents arranged their marriage since birth. Incest is what keeps the Black family so pure with blood. Have you not heard about Cedrella Black?" Tom raised an eyebrow, "Stirred quite an uproar that one."
"No I didn't hear anything."
"Cedrella was supposed to be marrying Walburgas brother Cygnus, but instead eloped with some Septimus Weasley fellow. Well, she was disowned, so they have now moved on to marry Walburga and Orion." Brinky placed the coffee in front of Tom, and the tea in front of Marcy, then ran out of the room, "Anyway, you'll be joining me, because I must go."
"Why are you going?"
"We are going, because the Blacks and I have become good friends and they would like me to attend along with you."
"Do they know about your plans for the future?"
"Yes, and they fully support me. They all hold my mark on their left arms, just as you will soon my love." Tom smiled at her, and sipped his coffee, "Would you like anything to eat?"
"No I'm fine, but I was wondering if you could tell me why you need me for your Horcrux. You could have any girl out there but you want me. Why?"
Tom leaned back in his seat, "It's been bothering you, hasn't it?"
"Yes, I'm quite curious." She took a sip of her tea, and lightly set it down.
"I don't think you'll be able to handle it. Might scare you." He nodded his head, "We should wait."
"Would you stop being an unbelievable prick, and tell me? Your politeness is getting old, and I would prefer if you would be more straight- forward with me. I know this is an act, I know you want something, and I know you need my consent to get it. That is the only reason you're being a well behaved lad, and I want to know why. Spit it out already, would you?"
"I don't need your consent, though I would prefer it and I'm only being polite because you asked that of me, and I will try my best not to mess this up again. If you must know, I need you for my Horcrux, but I also need you for an experiment."
Marcy gulped, "Experiment?"
"Yes. To make a Horcrux that cannot be destroyed you must spill the blood of your offspring and second I need a heir. The heir would be the experiment. I want a child with both of our genetics. One, the child has a ninety- nine percent chance of being physically attractive. Two, the child would be raised at my side at all times, learning the ways of the dark arts and carrying it on to its' own child. That child would be lethal without remorse, and attractive to lure in its' victims. That child could carry on my bloodline, and I could create a lethal and powerful wizarding family. The ultimate followers. Besides, needing your seed I have other tasks that I need to get done that I can certainly not do."
Marcy didn't move, but instead shook at his words. His vile and cruel words, that he spoke so nonchalantly. "I will not bring a child into this world for slaughter, and I will not allow you to impregnate me. I will not have your child and watch you raise that poor thing. You couldn't be a parent. You would end up murdering the child before its' fifth birthday."
"Marcy my love, you don't have a choice. It will happen, and there is nothing you can do about it. I will get what I want from you, one way or another." He sipped his coffee and Marcy remained silent for the rest of lunch. Whatever Tom was going to do, she had no idea.
One week later
"You've gotten much better at sophisticated outings darling." Tom opened the door for Marcy, and walked with her to her room, "You kept your mouth shut."
"Yes, well when you're surrounded by people who are amused by death you lose your drive to actually make conversation." Marcy opened the door to her room, and Tom followed. She removed her ear rings and then her necklace. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her hair out of the up do Brinky had put it in. She flopped down on her bed with a sigh, "I don't miss anything."
Tom was staring at her when she spoke, breaking him out of his trance, "What do you mean?"
"There is nothing I miss about living freely, besides my father. Oh, and my cat I suppose, but Mostly my father. You kept your word though." Tom tilted his head in question, and Marcy looked up at him, "You gave me time to say goodbye to my family. That was all I asked of you, and you let me say goodbye."
"I must be honest, I didn't remember."
"I know, but still, you gave me time. I just know I should be missing something but I don't. I wouldn't say I like it here but it's better than being with Brutus." Marcy sat up to face Tom, "Can I properly say goodbye to my family? Give them an explanation?"
Tom deliberated and paced across the room a couple of times, "I would need to be there."
Marcy perked up, "Of course!"
Tom nodded his head, "We'll go tomorrow morning. Do you know where they are?"
"Finglas I suppose? I'll check the house."
"It's set then. I'll see you in the morning, bright and early." He swept out of the room, locking the door and allowing her to sleep.
Tom wasn't kidding when he said early. It must've been about five in the morning when he shook her awake. She threw on her black coat, shoes and put her hair back. Tom stretched out his hand for her to take, "We're apparating."
"I thought we couldn't when we were inside of the gate?"
"You can't, I can." Marcy took his hand in hers, and he pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her waist. It had been a while since he was this close to her and the feeling was strange. Within seconds they were in front of her family home, and one light in the living room was on. Tom let her go, and pointed towards the house, "Take your time, I'm going to wait out here. You can tell them whatever you want, except a location. Reassure them, that you're okay and then come back outside." Tom walked down the drive and down the street, "I'll be taking a walk."
'You're not taking a walk' she thought as he walked away.
"You're right, I'm not." And he was out of sight.
She ran to the door and opened it, turning into the lit living room. Her father was sitting in his chair, with a newspaper on his chest. He was asleep. Marcy walked over and nudged his shoulder, "Da' wake up."
He jumped up out of seat pulling her into a hug, "Marcy, are you alright? What did they do to you?"
"Daddy please be quiet, I don't wish to wake mum but I must talk to you." she sat down on the couch across from him, "as much as I want to stay I cannot, and I am going to ask you the impossible." She looked at her fathers' dewy eyes, "You are most likely never going to see me again, there is a chance you will, but most likely not and you can't looking for me."
"Marcy please dear, I don't understand. What happened with Brutus? Things were going so well." He grabbed his daughters hands, "I don't understand."
"Things were not going well, but it doesn't matter, I'm safe and I'm-" She stopped and thought through her words, "happier than I was, not as happy as possible, but happier and I'm safe I swear."
"I want to know where you are, so I can check up on you."
"I can't dad, but I'm safe and I'm being well taken care of."
"You can escape darling," He persisted.
"I can't, he'll see me leaving." She said, "I just have to go with him and I'll figure something out."
"He who?" Her father asked cocking an eyebrow, "Is it a man that isn't letting you go? Do I know him? Do I know him?"
"Father it doesn't matter, I just want you to know that I'm safe and you don't have to worry about me anymore. I'm going to be okay."
"Run through the backyard, go into the orchard and run. Just run so he can't see you and when you think you're far enough apparate somewhere safe. You must go my darling." He brought her to the door and pointed the way, "whoever he is, will not see you. You'll be fine and you can get away." He pulled her into a hug and showed her the way "I love you." She stepped onto the porch and ran. She made it pretty far too until there was rustling of footsteps behind her. She looked back and was about to apparate when she was brought to the ground. She sputtered and looked up into the very fierce and angry face of Tom. He grabbed her chin and planted a rough, quick kiss on her lips
"Leaving so soon?" He grunted through gritted teeth, "and I thought we were making progress."
"I-" She began, but wasn't able to fully finish.
"Marcy," He said sternly "I'm warning you now, do not speak to me" She nodded her head, and he pulled her off the ground, apparating to the mansion. Once they were both firmly on the ground, he basically threw her against the wall, her spine ricocheting off the wall and her knees giving in. "You're making this difficult Marcy."
She stood up "It was an impulse." She said defending herself, "I can't stay here forever and that was the best opportunity." Tom wasn't paying much attention. He walked towards her, and ripped off her coat throwing it to the side, "What are you doing?" Again he didn't answer. For a moment he tried to untie the back of her dress, but got frustrated and ripped off the left sleeve, exposing her entire left side. He waved his wand and her vision blurred until she couldn't see anything.
"If you try to run away, you won't get far so stay put." He growled. The tip of his wand met her skin, and it felt like it was on fire to her. She screamed once, but his hand covered her mouth, and she bit down. The biting wasn't really to make him remove his hand, nor to hurt him, but the pain was excruciating. The wand moved around making some sort of pattern, and then he released her. Quickly, Marcys vision came back and she looked down to see in large black letters "T.M.R" and a snake was coiled around the letters. For a split second Marcy could swear was tattoo was moving. She looked up at Tom.
"What is it?"
"It will allow me, to call you to my side. All the death eaters have one, but it is a skull with a snake and not my initials. You are not a follower, you are my property so I figured my initials would be more suitable." He pocketed his wand.
"You don't own me. I'm a human, not a piece of furniture."
"You will learn your place eventually, but for now you can stay in your room." Tom pulled her to the end of the hall, and threw her into the white room, with Brinky folding clothes, "Brinky clean her up and get her in proper clothes." With that he slammed the door. For the rest of the day, and for the rest of the week Marcy couldn't leave her room. The door stayed locked, and Brinky would bring her food.