Two Years Later
"Tom is coming home"
No. Marcy thought as she finished making the bed. Please, someone keep him away.
Tom wasn't Tom anymore. He was Voldemort. He was a man the was consumed by darkness, and the Tom that had once been Marcys, was gone. The boy who had been conflicted about his actions, the boy who was capable of attempting love was swallowed whole by the shadows. He was now a man of evil, and everyone could see it. But Marcy refused to believe he was all gone. There was a light in him that dared to go out. She could make it burn with desire with a brush of her hand, but he was ruthless and couldn't afford to be weak. He couldn't afford loving her. But he couldn't kill her. He needed her, and if she died he was afraid of his own reaction. Voldemorts servants felt mostly sympathetic towards Marcy. She was locked in this house, bound to him forever. But he was coming home after three months of consistent absence. Her husband, didn't love her. She had a ring on her finger given to her by someone she loved, but that person was gone and the ring was all she had left. This was the moment she was dreading. The news that was heading Voldemorts way was not something Marcy enjoyed thinking about. It might even give Tom a reason to kill her. Little did she know, he couldn't. It would be next to impossible.
The large, black door creaked open and Tom stepped in, shaking the rain off of his head. Marcy slowly walked to the door way and looked into the cold eyes of her dead beloved. They were void and heald no love for her. "Tom?" His eyes shot to her and anger rose, "Voldemort! I'm so, so sorry. Please I had forgotten"
But it was too late to be taken back. His mouth curved into a cynical smile and with a snap of his fingers they were upstairs in their bedroom. For a moment Marcy cursed herself for making such a mistake and new exactly what her punishment would be. But she knew nothing could've helped this. Tom always wanted the same thing when he was gone for long periods of time. Lust was on his mind. It burned every curve of his features. But this wasn't love, it was rape in every sense. His excuse was marriage but Marcy didn't want it. She wanted to feel his gentle touch, but was only left with bruises. Maybe it wasn't even him being driven by lust, maybe driven by power. A power he took full advantage of. He enjoyed listening to her screams, licking the tears away from her face and leaving purple marks. She was his property, not his wife. Marcy ran for the door, but he seized her waist and threw her to the bed "Why do you run? I'm not going to hurt you." He let out a small laugh because they both knew he was lying.
"You always say that, you never mean it. Please just let me go. Tom I wanted to talk about something." The earned her a slice across the face and a bleeding lip. She let out a small whimper but nothing else. She didn't correct herself this time, what good would it do? "P-please, stop. It hurts so much." He just shook his head and pushed her down on the bed, but he did something he hadn't done it quite sometime. He gently pushed his lips onto hers, then moved to her cheek, and then forehead. Once she finally relaxed and closed her eyes, he sat up and laughed. He siftly ripped the dress from her body and pulled back on her hair so she writhed with pain. Tears burned her eyelids but she dare let them shed. Once he pushed himself inside, there was nothing she could have done to end it. But the one thing she refused to give him were her tears. And her screams and everything else he took pleasure from. She tried her best not to move and not to make a sound. Once he was done, she slipped a new, white, dress on and turned to him. "I'm pregnant"
His eyes widened and he took two steps towards her, placing his hand on her stomach. "You whore"
Marcy gasped and let her jaw drop a little, "You've got to be kidding. It's yours. I have not left the grounds in two years. Do you think one of your lap dogs did it?" The both made eye contact and he nodded his head only slightly. Obviously, none of them would be stupid enough to do that. "I don't know what to do." But Tom left her alone in her room. Again the tears threatened to escape but she refused. With every ounce of her, with all of her heart, she loved Tom. There was nothing she could do. He disgusted her in every way, but she couldn't let go of him. She loved him more than anything.
About Six Months Later
Agonizing screams echoed through the riddle mansion, alongside gasps for air. Tom, Marcy and a doctor gathered in a small room. Sweat dripped from every inch of their bodies. Marcy continued to gasp for air that she seemed to not be able to contain. One more scream and another, higher pitched voice collided with it. Marcy relaxed herself back onto the bed and held out her arms. Tom looked at the child in front of him and shook his head, "Please, go wash it and then bring it back. I would like to have a word with my wife." Marcy was too weak to tense as he took a seat beside her. "Marcy," He began, in a raspy voice. "I remember when I first saw you. I remember getting older and watching you from a distance. Every moment we spend together in Hogwarts was something I can't ever forget. I admired you. You seemed to be able to accept everyone, and love everything. You were the true magic. I also remember falling in love with you. It was the night was sat in the moon light in the astronomy tower. And for the first time in my life, I was terrified. But I clung to you. I needed you so badly." The old Tom was resurfacing and Marcy couldn't believe it "I watched you with such marvel. You were my reason to be alive and for one moment, because of you, I wanted to stop all my plans. I wanted to stop my rising to power and just live and grow old with you. But I won't grow old Marcy, and I will have power. I love you. I always will. I will never forget everything you've given me. You gave me a chance to live, and I gave that up. Because I'm weak Marcy. And someone once said to me 'When you love someone, you do everything you can to make them happy. When they're happy, you should be happy. That's loving someone' I am too weak a man to love you, and you aren't happy. So I'm not happy. So I'll let you go." He kissed her for the last time and Marcy felt a tear brush the enterance of her mouth "I'll let you live the life you always wanted, but it can't be with me my love. I'm not Tom anymore. I will let you be happy, because I'll be happy because I truly love you more than anyone will." He pressed his lips to her forehead and then his fierce eyes met hers. He lifted his wand and pointed it at her "You won't remember a thing. I love you" another tear escaped him, and she was gone.
Marcy woke up in a small cottage, with early morning light sweeping through the window. She felt a heavy arm fall over her and pull her closer brushing warm lips onto her temple. "Morning love" Marcy giggled and turned to her husband pulling him close and returning the kiss "Goodmorning Gregory"
The End
See, Tom wasn't incapable of loving. He chose not too. He loved power. But he loved Marcy more and that scared him. He was a scared man. Fear was his downfall. But he gave up his love and let her be happy because that's love. If you couldn't tell, Tom made it so she wouldn't remember anything about him and allowed her to live happily with Gregory. Not sure where his wife went but use your lovely little imagination. Thanks for reading my lovely followers."