You readers must've thought I died or something. Well I know there might seem to be some OOC in this chapter, but I swear it will all make sense VERY SOON!
"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be." - Douglas Adams
Next morning, April 28th 1946
Tom was the first to wake up, and quietly dressed, walking down the stairs. The house elves had his morning coffee waiting for him with his paper. He sat back and read, drinking his coffee and enjoying the rainy morning. Things were going well, Marcy was happy he was happy, plans were going as planned but he did need something done that he couldn't do.
Seduce a man.
Not only did he refuse to do that, but he very well couldn't if the man was heterosexual. His latest soon- to- be victim was a man in his early forties named Robert Grubly, the editor of the Daily Prophet and minister of magic's best friend. He had a great influence on the ministry, and he had been stalking Tom for months now. It was time he was eliminated, but getting close to him wasn't so easy. He was well protected and Tom didn't want to cause such a scene. So the plan was for Marcy to wiggle her way into his bed chambers, and kill him. Plan seemed simple, but getting Marcy to agree wouldn't be, and he knew it. Frustrated with the idea of Marcy and himself fighting once more he walked to his grand piano and played. It wasn't such a difficult instrument to learn but the reason he taught himself was because Marcy loved piano. Just another way to swoon her, the gesture was nice on his behalf. He heard the pitter patter of her light feet walking towards him and he stopped playing "Good morning." He chimed happily. She sat down next to him, and skeptically stared.
"Why piano?" She questioned.
"You love piano, so I wanted to learn for you." He smiled and looked down at the black and white keys, "It wasn't so hard to learn, but the sound is soothing."
Marcy nodded in agreement, and quickly played a short melody, "Why did you trick me Tom?"
He rolled his eyes, "I didn't trick you."
"What would you like to refer to it as then?" She turned to looked at him, "I'm not mad, just curious."
"Not mad? Really? Because I'm getting the feeling you're planning your massive slap across my face at this very moment." He chuckled, "I didn't trick you."
"Yes you did. You found me at my weakest point, and I think you drugged me as well." He gave a genuine laugh, and stood leading her to her own breakfast. She sat down to eat, and he settled across from her. "I'm not mad."
"Fine, I guess I took advantage of the situation but you never refused, so you can't blame me for anything." He held up his hands defensively, "I must ask you to do me a favor though."
"What?" She asked. Tom explained the circumstances of killing Robert Grubly. She shook her head and placed her tea on the table, "Absolutely not. He has never done anything wrong-"
"Ah, but he has." Tom breathed nodding his head, "He is a known sex offender, and the only reason he is not rotting in Azkaban Prison at this moment, is because of his close knit relationship with the minister."
"How do I know you're not just lying to me?" she questioned finishing her tea, and running a hand through her matted hair.
"You'll have to trust me on this one, but I promise you he is not an innocent, and if you kill this man I will reward you heavily." Tom stood and took her hand in his apparating them both to her room, "Get dressed and we'll begin planning."
10:35 P.M. Diagon Alley
Tom was cloaked, as was Marcy, but underneath her cloak she was wearing a skimpy black dress and heels. He pointed out Robert Grubly, "He's an easy target," he looked down at her, "and do not use magic to kill him. This needs to look Muggle."
"I feel… bad." She said contorting her face, "Why don't you do it?"
"Marcy, I don't think Robert will take much interest in me considering he's married with a wife. He likes women though, I know that for a fact. Why do you feel bad? He's bad Marcy."
"He's married! Does he have children?" She said in panic.
"No! He has been married for three years to some whore named Shelby. Gold digger I swear. I can promise no one will be missing him, and he deserves this. He hurt those women, those kids-"
"Enough." Marcy silence, "I'll do it." She handed Tom her cloak and walked into the bar that Grubly had just walked into. 'I'll just act drunk and sit on his lap, or something. Snog him a bit' She thought trying to calm herself down. This whole scenario wasn't natural, killing men whom had done nothing to her, though Tom showed her the articles of the people he had hurt and it wasn't a pretty sight. Sure enough, his eyes landed on Marcy when she walked in, with her tight dress and heels. Men stared but she didn't notice. She ordered drinks and downed them, feeling a bit looser. She walked over and sat in his lap giggling and playing with the buttons on his shirt. His co workers, she presumed, cheered and hollered. Tom had gone unnoticed in the corner, growling as she sat with the man. It brought him back to Hogwarts when men would touch her without permission, and he fumed with rage. This was his plan, so he had no right to be upset, but that made no difference, he was outraged. Finally the man suggested they go back to his apartment, and Marcy giggled once more and agreed. He practically pulled her out of the bar, when she noticed Tom walking close behind. It was a wave of safety that hit her. Once they were in the shabby apartment, Grubly went into the bathroom and Marcy waited outside in the living room. Tom had planted a short knife in her stockings that was supposed to be the murder weapon. It wouldn't be difficult, considering she would fight with knives in the arena in Finglas, but she was worried she would falter this time and he would get the knife from her. 'it will be fast,' she thought trying to calm herself, as she held the knife behind her back, 'jab and twist. Quick.' He came out of the bathroom and leaned down locking his lips on hers, when she stuck the knife in his left side, twisted and pulled it out, without a spot of blood getting on her. She wasn't panicked at all, she was actually calm, which made her panic. She should've been completely mortified but she wasn't. She flashed her wand a couple times like Tom instructed her to, and he apparated next to her. He looked down at the limp body and nudged Grubly with his foot.
"Dead, absolutely dead." He smiled at Marcy, "are you upset? Scarred in any way?"
"I'm fine." She said steadily, "I shouldn't be though."
"Maybe it's because you know about the awful things he's done, so you aren't upset." He wrapped an arm around her waist and apparated to the mansion and to his room, "Want to take a shower?"
"Yes." She walked into the bathroom and heated up the shower, allowing everything to fog, and locked the door. Once in the shower, her tears welled up and she sobbed for a while. It was the tears she refused to show in front of Tom. Once completely bathed she wrapped a fluffy white towel around herself and dried her hair. A soft pink fabric was folded on the counter. She picked it up and examined it, realizing the fabric was the same gown Violet had given her to toy with Toms feelings back in Hogwarts. She slipped on new under garments and then the gown, stepping into his room, "Did you put this in there?"
"Yes, I couldn't find anything else." He said with a shrug.
"I locked the door."
"I unlocked it." He said looking at her, fairly confused, "are you feeling okay?"
"Fine, but where did you find this?" She folded her arms and leaned against the wall.
"I don't know, I sent the house elves to get you clothes and it was something they picked up." He shook his head, "Does it matter?"
"No, I'm just curious."
May 12th 1946
Marcy had now killed 15 men since Grubly, all because Tom had asked her to, and she would never refuse. She didn't even question who they were or why she was doing it anymore. She slept during the day now and when the night began she could feel herself separating from everyone else. She wasn't dead, but she wasn't alive either. She was a ghost with a beating heart, and it was eating her away inside. It was about four in the afternoon, and Tom woke her from her sleep, "Tom, I'm tired. Give me another hour of sleep."
"No my sweet, I need you to do something for me." He said with a voice not fit for the statement. She buried herself further under the sheets, and pushed herself away from him, "Marcy it's almost five, you must start getting ready."
"No." She moaned.
"I know you're only doing this because you want to be difficult," He leaned closer into her curled up body, "Only complete surrender will help you now."
"I'm tired. Give me five more minutes." Tom ignored the request and pulled the sheets off of her. She buried her face into her pillow, and groaned as Tom tried to pry her away from the bed. She finally stood and looked at him but her hand slapped against her chest. She felt as if her lungs were on fire and her head was exploding with pain. Her knees faltered onto the floor as she keeled forward gasping for air. Tom stood not quote understanding what was happening. He was next to her, trying to get her to speak but she couldn't breathe let alone talk. He pulled her over, with suspicions of asthma and slightly tore open the buttons on her sleep shirt, revealing her completely red chest. It was asthma at its worst. Her back hit the floor as she gasped for air, her features turning a sickly gray and beads of sweat pouring down her face. "Inhaler." She managed before her nose began to bleed and she lost feeling in her hands. If you've never experienced or even witnessed an asthma attack, it is not a pretty sight. The victim of asthma usually loses feeling in limbs and turns every color of the rainbow, which is what was precisely happening to Marcy. Tom apparated to her room and pulled out his wand, "Accio Inhaler." He said, but nothing happened. He apparated to almost every room in the house, but there was nothing. He stood next to Marcy watching her gasp for air. He called the deatheaters, and one by one they appeared in his room, staring at Marcy.
"She has asthma, one of you must have an inhaler." They all looked around at each other then back at Marcys twitching body, "Really none of you? Well go find one!"
27 minutes later
Marcy was blue and limp trying to control her breathing. Avery appeared holding an inhaler in his left hand. He handed it to Tom, and Tom pushed it into Marcys mouth forcing the medicine to work its way into her lungs. She slowly turned back to her normal shade and was able to breathe properly, "I'm not sure how many near death experiences I can live through Tom." She said with a laugh.
He helped her off the ground and got her dressed in her usual outfit for the assassinations "Are you ready?" He asked her.
"You're making me kill someone after what just happened?" Marcy asked shrilly.
"This is the last time." He looked at her with hallow eyes, "I don't know if I can ever imagine you dying again. I don't think I can take that."
"So you're sending me to go kill someone…" She nodded her head and sarcastically added, "That seems quite rational."
"This is the last time." He repeated, more to himself than Marcy.
This man was old. He had almost completely gray hair and a horrid personality. He turned around once and her knife glided across his throat. He fell to the ground completely, but Tom was nowhere to be seen, 'I could run now and never come back.' she thought as she stared at the body 'but how far would I get without morning his love?'
Tom was now beside her, "You wouldn't get far darling." He waved his wand and her vision became blurry though she could still see the outline of objects around her. Toms wand was pointed at her and glowing, as she raised her own wand herself, but completely unwilling. Tom was controlling her every move. There was a bright light and the air around her began to swirl, and something exploded out of her chest. next thing she knew, she was unconscious.
The Following Morning
Marcy woke up in their bed wearing nothing other then her undergarments. Toms side of the bed was obviously slept in but he was nowhere to be seen. She rose and slipped on a robe, walking down to the kitchen and sipping on her morning tea. Tom walked into the room and sat across from her, with a slight grin on his face. "Why are you in such a good mood?" She asked setting down her cup.
"I have a surprise for you."
She cocked an eyebrow. "Do tell?"
"I would like for you to see your family, again. Talk to them about me and make them understand your decision. We all must be on good terms." He poured himself some tea.
"Right, I don't think my parents are really going to appreciate you, after you kidnapped me, tied me up in your basement then decided me as your assassin. I don't think they will want to see you." She said politely.
"I already figured all that out," He waved his hand dismissively, "I'm going to erase all of their negative memories of me, and leave the positive ones. You will go to them and explain you left Brutus because he was neglectful and unfaithful, and I was there for your aid the moment you decided to leave. You didn't come home immediately because you were ashamed of your decision. You are coming forward now, because you have realized they may respect your decision to abandon Brutus. It is going to work out." He nodded happily and stood, "We'll be leaving soon." And he left the room. Once Marcy was dressed, Tom and her apparated to her parents home. Tom opened the door, and waved his wand around for a good five minutes without any of her family members noticing. Everyone was there. Her brother and sister, mother and father and her five nieces and seven nephews. Tom then apparated both he and Marcy out of the house and knocked on the door. Marcy stared at him, with shock.
"What?" He said quickly.
"How did you do that?" She asked.
"It wasn't as difficult as it looked. Just a couple waves of the wand." Before she could answer, the doorknob twisted and her brother answered.
"Marcy!" He said, he looked behind him and yelled to the rest of the family, "Quick, Marcys here! Come quick she's back!" Everyone rushed to the door and pulled Marcy and Tom in sitting them at the dining room table.
"Marcy my sweet, girl! You've returned to me!" Her father hugged her and eyed Tom suspiciously, "W-where were you! We were all worried sick love." They all settled down around Marcy and Tom.
"Well, Brutus was rather neglectful of me," She began in a whisper as everyone gave the expected gasps and the 'that's terribles' "Yes, I know he seemed like a complete gentleman, but he was unfaithful and would get physically and mentally abusive. I had to leave and that's when Tom found me," She looked over to him and smiled. 'why am I doing this?' was all she could think as the lies spilled heavily from her lips, "he had been quite upset I was engaged to Brutus but he was entirely at my aid when I needed someone. I was afraid to come home, because I thought you would all be ashamed of me. Tom allowed me to stay with him in his home." She looked up from her lap and made eye contact with him 'say it.' He hissed in her mind, "I fell in love with him." she whispered and again everyone gasped, "I was even more afraid of what you would all think of me, but Tom talked me into coming here and facing you all. I can only hope that you will be supportive."
"Of course we are Marcy." Her brother said with a smile as he looked around at his family, "aren't we?"
"Of course." Her mother chimed through gritted teeth, "we only want your happiness." Marcy looked over to her sister, who was staring at Tom. Her father laughed and patted Tom on the back.
"I always liked you Tom." He looked over the table, "Stay for lunch won't you?"
Her family asked them both plenty of questions about how he found her and why she never came sooner. Tom was amazing at leading them with all these lies. It came to him naturally, and Marcy refused to talk. Her father invited Tom and Gibbon out to the porch for cigars and brandy, leaving Marcy with her mother and sister, while the children played in the living room. Her mother ordered the dishes to clean themselves with her wand, and she sat down at the table across from Marcy and next to Eloise.
"I'm disappointed Marcy." Her mother said with venom, dripping from her words.
"What choice have I? I couldn't stay with Brutus. Coming home you would've made me go back to him. I've made my decision." She said with firmness.
"Well Tom seems nice." Her sister said. These were the first words her sister had spoken to Marcy since she had arrived home, "He's quite attractive. Seems you always get the attractive ones."
"Oh, don't start." Marcy heaved running a hand through her hair. One of her sister eyebrows raised sharply, as she folded her hands together on the table, "You just have to make everything about you."
"How so? I was just stating you manage to always get paired with the attractive men."
"No, you always do this. You complain to mother and father how you never get the attractive man. I thought you were happy with your husband?" Marcy said stridently.
"Girls, please, not now." Her mother said with impatience, "I don't like Tom Marcy, and I don't think you should spend another night at his home."
"Mother, I won't go back to Brutus. A decision has been made, and it is out of both of our hands. I am living comfortably with Tom. He owns a large home with many workers, and has a stable job." Again she lied, but fibbing to her mother and sister wasn't so difficult.
Out on the porch things were going much differently Gibbon and Marcys father loved Tom. they thanked him many times for returning Marcy and taking care of her, "Tom I can't thank you enough for keeping my daughter safe." Her father said over and over.
"I care very much for Marcy sir," he said with a smile, "I want to take care of her, and love her for the rest of my life and with your permission of course."
"Tom, I have known you for a reasonable amount of time, and I have heard many wonderful stories about you. You saved my daughter's life many times, and I trust you to take great care of her in the future. You have my permission, Tom." Tom shook both Mr. Notts' and Gibbons hand and talked merrily with the two of them. Once The sun began to set Tom suggested he and Marcy begin going home.
"Goodbye," Marcy sad sadly to her family as she hugged them, "We will see each other soon." She assured them as she walked out the door and down the dirt path with Tom "Did that go as you intended it to?"
"Yes actually, it went rather well." He stopped and reached out his hand for her, "Ready to go home?"
"I am home." She retorted as her hand met his and they came closer to each other. Tom ignored her remark and apparated them to his home. He opened the door for her, and followed her up the stairs. They both removed their cloaks, and Marcy to her hair out of the braided bun Brinky had put it in. her back met the mattress as she allowed her feet to dangle off the bed, "Apparating such far distances is tiring."
"Well don't get too comfortable, we're going to dinner tonight." He seemed to have put a different shirt on when she looked up at him from across the room.
"What? Why?"
"I have another surprise in store for you," He opened the door and as he was leaving called behind his shoulder, "Be ready at six, dear."
Tom had now left to go to the back entrance of the mansion which Marcy had never seen. It was similar to the front, but was not as welcoming. The room that one would first step into had a high ceiling, which was carefully painted with the constellations. There were balconies over-looking the large room from each level of the mansion. A long stone table was placed in the center of the room, and along the round perimeter of the space there were large black chairs. One chair which was aligned with the table stood out, to be more like a throne than a chair. It was on a platform and the back was much larger. Once Tom entered the room, he waved his wand for the table and chairs to disappear, and sat in the throne like chair, just in time for the large doors to open, and step in a party of deatheaters holding their captives in chains.
"What have we here, Lestrange?" He hissed while he surveyed over the many new prisoners.
"Sixteen Muggles, twenty-one witches, twenty- one wizards. All found and taken from the town of Merifay, just east of here, My Lord." Lestrange recited clearly.
"And why were they all brought to my attention, Avery?" Avery now stepped forward to speak.
"Four of the muggles are sisters, born into slavery My Lord," Avery seized a group of young girls and pushed them forward. They were all connected my shackles, which linked them at their wrists, "They were found in the dungeon of their holders home, illegally I am assuming. Their owner was murdered, by Mulciber." Avery stopped talking and nodded his head, when Tom stood from his throne to inspect his new prisoners. He smiled down at the group of girls standing in front of him and pulled out his wand.
"So, what are your names?" He said in a sweet and caring type of voice. He pulled off his act rather well. The girls were afraid to speak at first, but the tallest of the four looked around at the threatening faces around them and spoke for her and her sisters.
"My name is Ava, this is my sister Sarah," She pointed to the one to her right, who had light blue eyes and blonde hair. "This is Shae," Shae seemed to be the smallest of the four with light brown eyes and brown hair, "And this is Jennifer." Jennifer seemed to resemble Ava most with her soft features, dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes.
"And how old are all of you?" Tom asked in the same sweet voice.
"I'm sixteen, Sarah is fourteen, Jennifer is thirteen and Shae is ten." Ava said firmly holding her sisters trembling hands.
"Well you four are in luck!" Tom said as he waved his wand and the shackles fell to the floor, "Avery go get Marcy, and be quick about it." Avery apparated and only moments later came back holding Marcy by the forearm. She hadn't changed at all and looked rather sleepy, "Sleeping were we? I told you to be ready by six love."
"I was tired," She argued, "But I'm awake now since Avery so rudely ripped me out of bed." She snapped and then looked over the large amount of people in and the room she had never seen, "Where are we? And who are they?"
"It doesn't matter darling," Tom said quickly as he turned to the girls, "Introduce yourselves, to Marcy." This time the sisters introduced themselves, but still very quietly. "They are going to be your hand maidens. Brinky will still be available but I am going to need her in the kitchens and such considering the large amount of people that will be occupying the mansion. They will have their own room, which I assume you and Avery can take care of. Use them well." He looked at Avery, "Take them all to the bedroom hall, Avery."
"Yes My Lord." He took hold of Marcys arm and led her and all the girls out of the door and up the stairs.
"Avery why is he doing this?" Marcy asked as she pulled her arm out of his grip, "He doesn't need Brinky."
"He thinks you were missing human companions, so he wanted to find you young girls that could not only help you but you company. They are sort of your entourage now." Avery stopped at the top of the steps, looking down at Marcy.
"But they are so young, taking them away from their family was not something I condone on, Avery. Send them back." Marcy crossed her arms and looked at Avery, "I won't have them."
"Marcy, they were found locked in a basement, with no food and a cup of water practically freezing to death. The Dark Lord is almost doing them a favor." Avery assured her, "He knows you won't ask much of them but he still allows them a place in his home."
"Is this true?" She looked at the sisters in question. They nodded their heads slowly. "Okay, but where will they be staying?"
"Your old room? Or we could find them a room of their own."
"We can find them a different room, considering Tom and myself do not share a room." Avery laughed a bit.
"Of course you don't, my apologies." Avery walked down the hall and opened a door, which seemed to be at the end of spiral stairs, "This room is empty and big enough for the four of them. I'll leave you all to it." With that, Avery was gone and Marcy was standing at the end of the stairs with the girls.
"I've never seen this room," Marcy said with a warming smile as she led the girls up the spiral stairs and into the unknown room. This room, was defiantly one of Marcys new favorites in the house. It was a bit smaller than her own room, but a warm light brown almost green color, with a stain glass window in the center. On the wall opposite of the door was a large fireplace, with a black soup pot over it and other cooking necessities. Next to the fireplace was another door leading to another unknown destination. All four of the girls jaws dropped as they looked at their new quarters.
"This is ours?" Sarah said aghast.
"Yes, we need some furniture but yes this is yours now. If I had my wand I would make you furniture but it was confiscated." Marcy sat down on the floor and looked at the girls, "You can sit if you'd like. We have some time, and I would like to get to know the newest members of the home."
"Well, you know our names." Ava said politely, "I'm the oldest Sarah is fourteen, Jennifer is thirteen and Shae is ten. I'm sixteen."
"You're all so young!" Marcy said with sadness entering her eyes, "Where is your family?"
"The day after Shae was born, we were all sold off to a man named Oswald James and his wife Elizabeth. Elizabeth had a son, but always wanted a daughter so when he bought us she was quite thrilled, though she didn't want all of us. She took Jennifer as her own and left the rest of us to work on the field and do housework, also work in the family's barber shop. When Jennifer turned seven Elizabeth fell very ill and died, so Oswald put Jennifer in the barn and made her care for the animals. That lasted for a while but his son, Richard, thought us useless, and locked us in the basement for a month. That's when those men found us and brought us here. I suppose Oswald is dead." Sarah explained. Marcy sat with no words to express how horrible she felt for them.
"None of you deserve that life, and I'm sorry you were brought here and not set free." Marcy said at a loss of words, "I will help you as best I can."
"We are happy to be here. It seems nicer here than the basement." Jennifer laughed. Marcy talked to them for a while and learned all their interests, but the conversation was soon turned around.
"Why are we called Muggles?" Shae asked innocently.
"Well, you have been brought to a house of wizarding folk, like myself and Tom and the deatheaters." Marcy explained, "It's a lot to learn but I'm sure it won't take long for you to all understand."
"Why don't you have a wand?" Sarah asked in amazed interest. The girls seemed to be fascinated with the idea of magical creatures.
"Tom took mine away." She rolled her eyes, "I'm not here very willingly either," She thought about her words, "Well I wasn't anyway… it's complicated."
"Why is it complicated?" Ava asked cocking her head to the side. All the girls looked like little lost puppies, and every time Marcy looked at them, it broke her heart a bit.
"Well, in a short summary, there is a school called Hogwarts where children are accepted to learn witchcraft and wizardry. I went there, and Tom went there and so did all the men that you met earlier. When I was there I met Tom, who I didn't exactly get along with, but then I fell in love with him, then I hated him, then I loved him again and then I met a boy named Gregory who I cared for very much but I was torn between him and Tom. During all of that a boy named Brutus, who was very bad and did very bad things to me, was there and I was to marry him when I was out of Hogwarts. Tom swore he would find me once we were both out of Hogwarts, but I didn't think he would so when I was virtually forced into marrying Brutus I didn't put up much of a fight. Once Brutus and I were engaged I bumped into Tom, and, like he swore he would, he found me and ordered the deatheaters to bring me here and take away my wand. I was kidnapped, but now I don't know if I really want to leave." She shrugged her shoulders, "Tom is a very cruel and horrible man, I know that for a fact, but when I'm with him he seems to just change into something a little more lenient and compassionate. I hate him with every fiber in my being, but I love him endlessly at the same time. It's complicated."
"It sounds complicated." Jennifer said with raised eyebrows.
"How old are you Marcy?" Ava asked biting her lip, "You just seem so young, it seems silly to have to choose so much."
"I'm nineteen…" She thought for a while, "I'm nineteen?" she covered her eyes with the palms of her hands, "Of course I'm nineteen, I turned nineteen February thirtieth. When did I get so old?" The girls all laughed.
"You're not old! You're not old at all!"
"And Tom, Tom is Nineteen as well then. He seems so young for what he is doing…" She shook her head in disbelief, "What am I talking about? I'm young! Right?"
"Yes!" Sarah said as she laughed with her sisters. Once Marcy saw that the sun was setting she decided it was time to go get ready.
"I must leave, but I will talk to Tom about setting you all up with furniture and such. You may stay in my room until I return." She led them down the stairs and to the end of the hall showing them into her room, "You'll have furniture by tonight I give you my word." And with that she walked down the steps and into the foyer. Tom was already waiting.
"You didn't change?" He asked opening the door for her.
"No I didn't see a need to." She walked out the door with him, and he led her down the driveway to a black car that was sparkling and parked perfectly in place, "What's this?"
"Lestrange picked up a car. I figured it would be suiting since we are going to a muggle restaurant." He said loathsomely.
"You're going to a muggle restaurant? This should be fascinating."
Tom drove the car with ease, and didn't struggle to park it. He opened her door for her, and led her into a small restaurant with only about seven tables. The waiter led them to one in the back, which looked over a dark lake and told them what the specials were. They both ordered a salad.
"So, how do you like your handmaidens?" Tom asked with a smile, as the waiter poured water into Marcys cup, "Have they been helpful?"
"They're very sweet girls, I feel sorry for them." Marcy sipped her water.
Tom nodded in understanding and softly added, "Are you happy? Do they make you happy?"
Marcy deliberated, "Yes. I like having people to talk to, but I must stress that they get furniture immediately. I don't want them to be without necessities."
"It's being taken care of," he assured "their beds should be in their room by now." The two of them talked for a while about pointless things, like how old they had gotten, and the beautiful view. Marcy enjoyed eating her salad with Tom and talking to him casually, and the feeling was mutual. Tom wanted nothing more than to stay this way, but things needed to be done, he certainly did not have time to dilly-dally on feelings, so he pushed on once they were finished and he had paid. Tom took her hand and walked her down the street of the muggle town, which was quite alive with choirs and such. They entered a park and walked for a while, when Tom stopped her near a lake and turned to face her.
"You deserve more than I can ever give you," He began, while he pulled a white rose out of the inner pocket of his jacket and handed it to her. She smiled at his gesture and looked into the silky petals of the flower, "I wish I was someone else, but I cannot change what I am. I think the most important thing you need to know is that I love you for exactly what you are and no amount of time could ever change the way I feel for you. It is something I cannot put into words, and is something I can never show you but I feel it and I know you feel it too. Despite the things I have done in the past and the things you are aware I will do in the future, I would like for you to forgive me for everything." He guided her to a bench and sat down next to her, "I don't know how you can possibly care for such a horrible person as myself, but you have done it with little failure." He reached into a small box, and got down on one knee. Marcy felt her chest exploding and her heart burning with every single one of his actions. She knew what was coming but couldn't face it. Her blood turned hot and a tingling sensation was forming in her throat, "Marcy Nott, I will now prostrate myself in front of you and offer myself and all my possessions to you, because I want this to be official and I want to spend my life with you. With your fathers permission I ask you to do, what may seem impossible and marry me."
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I know that^ was crazy OOC but in the nest chapter you will understand why the Dark Lord became so soft and gushy *GAG* at that last moment.