FromChapter 28 Siren IV: She recalled how, when she was feeling terribly lonely, she would conjure several of her comforting bluebell flames to dance about her, reassuring her of her magic, and her place in this world.
When Voldemort had looked back at her for that very short moment before stepping through the door, the bright moonlight had landed upon his eyes at the perfect angle, illuminating them flawlessly — beautifully.
They had been an electrifying, unguarded blue — like the darkest edges of her nostalgic bluebell flames. Poignant and raw.
Something undisclosed had lingered in those eyes, arrested by time, before they shifted back to the colour of blood, glinting at the edge of a blade.
✨I am so incredibly in awe of Nurchie! She’s such a talented artist, and I’m beyond honored to receive this breathtaking art from her for Altered State! She even made it animated to reflect the shift in his eye colors. Please take a look at the two versions at her Deviantart! (links above) Posted with the artist’s permission.
My fav moment in Tomarry time-travel fics is when Tom realizes that Harry inevitably has to leave him and the boy gets CLINGY hehehehehe (ARE YOU REMORSEFUL TOM?? ARE YOU?!?!)
В разгар битвы за Хогвартс стройные ряды заклинаний прерывают взрывы магловских снарядов. Напуганные общей угрозой, непримиримые враги вынуждены объединиться, и теперь, находясь за одним столом с Орденом Феникса и Пожирателями смерти, Гермиону беспокоит только один вопрос: зачем же она, Мерлин подери, могла понадобиться самому Волдеморту?
В разгар битвы за Хогвартс стройные ряды заклинаний прерывают взрывы магловских снарядов. Напуганные общей угрозой, непримиримые враги вынуждены объединиться, и теперь, находясь за одним столом с Орденом Феникса и Пожирателями смерти, Гермиону беспокоит только один вопрос: зачем же она, Мерлин подери, могла понадобиться самому Волдеморту?
«Лето 1944 года. За все время существования Аушвица, совершить побег смогло от силы пару сотен заключенных. Смешная цифра по сравнению с общим количеством людей, переступивших в свое время порог лагеря. И знаете, сейчас совершенно не важно, какие мотивы преследовал тогда Реддл, ведь самое главное это то, что я была в числе этих пары сотен.»
You were walking into the Slytherin common room and sat yourself down next to window that gives views of underwater of the Black lake. Thinking about events happening around you. Muggle-borns keep dying around you at Hogwarts. You never see it because you’re usually in the library or in a class. You only get to hear from other people. Tom never mentions it either.
He requested that you shouldn’t interact with fellow witches and wizards unless absolutely necessary. He never told tell you why, now you only really talked to people in your common house. Distancing yourself from other friends who aren’t. It felt off, something isn’t right. You couldn’t put your finger on it.
One of reasons of you guys meet was by reaching for the same restricted section book. You and Him have the same thirst for the Dark Arts. Yours is more of a casual thing but his was something else. His consumed his life but he acts like it doesn’t.
Before knowing him, you knew some of the horrible spells that you felt guilty for knowing from reading constantly in your spare time.
He would say “Knowing them won’t make a difference unless you use them.” And that made you feel better about it.
It made sense so you didn’t say anything and now you don’t. Plus, He was always one step of ahead of you in everything so who are you to question him.
Back to now, Your eyes followed reflections of light until your body was forced to spin around and your face landing into someone’s chest. Recognizing the smell of musk and vanilla belonging to Tom. His hand wrapped around your head, Kissing your forehead softly and smiled at you. You always found it odd that his smiles never reached his eyes. His eyes were deadpanned and just dead. Emotions were never present in them but you didn’t really mind.
“Tom?” Looking up at him, he slide his hand to your throat and caressed it in thought. He grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the common room. His robe bellowed as did yours, his footsteps echoing throughout the barely lit castle hallways.
“I need you to be a good girl and listen to me. Tonight, you’re gonna do some great for me.” He slowed down a bit as he spotted Abraxas Malfoy with a group of slytherins. He then stopped in-front of him.
He was startled at first and Tom gave him a nod. “You know what to do Malfoy.” Malfoy just nodded. “I want it done before I get there.” Malfoy went off as the group followed him.
“Tom?! What are we doing?” Trying to gain his attention as you stopped walking, tripping over self. He gripped your wrist tightly and it was going to bruise not that he cared. He hoisted you back up into his arms.
“You love me don’t you?” He stroked the side of your face. Putting a strand of hair back behind your ear. “If you love me, you’re gonna do this for me without fail. Every word I say, you’ll follow through with it.”
What’s wrong with him, never seeing him desperate. There’s a first for everything. “Of course I love you but what’s happening? What is abraxas going to do?”
“It’s not about what he’s going to do, it’s about a what you’re going to do on the first try.” As he started to pat your head like a pet. His eyes gleamed and he held your hand. “Let’s go.”
Deciding not responding was the best option at moment. All of this wasn’t making sense but you loved him nonetheless and followed him. It was close to lights out but him being head boy so who was gonna question him being out of bed. What seemed like a life time, you stopped in-front of a bathroom. Why here? You tried to find any reasons of stopping here and there were none that came to mind. Tom whispered alohomora with his wand and the door creaked open. Locked? But why. He brought you in and letting out a small gasp. On the floor laid a half beaten muggle born Myrtle. You stood still trying to piece together what’s happening. You look at Tom but he was fixed on her.
“Tom, When you mentioned how you disliked mudbloods is this what you meant because isn’t this a little extreme?” Grabbing onto his robes pulling yourself to him.
He glanced down toward you and smirked. A smirk that finally met his eyes. “This is your chance to impress me even further, my dear. Now, you only have one chance and it’s a spell that both you and I know. It’s a spell called Avada Kedavra. You may not know the wand movement so if you mess up the first time but I see you actually mean it, I’ll possibly grant you a second try. Second tries are hard to come by from you as you know it. You’ll do this is you love and want to the rest of your life with me.” He walked you over to her and helped you get your wand out. He held hand with your wand to practice said wand movement.
After a few times, he seemed satisfied and sat on the sink countertop with his arms crossed.
“I simply can’t, she’s my and your age. She’s just a little a girl.” Tears escaped your eyes while looking at him.
Clicking his tongue, “I thought you were better then this. I always granted your wish, whatever it was. Have you thought about my wishes? What I wanted? You haven’t, haven’t you? You’re a taker but what I need is a giver. Can’t you give me this one simple sign of loyalty? Please, I love you. I don’t want to lose you” Hugging you from behind and putting his face into your neck. You felt him shake a little and feeling his lips move.
You tried to reason in your mind that you didnt need him and you’ll walk away. Forget this ever happened. Forget him.
You couldn’t…. Already so attached to him. Thinking all those times you snuck into the library at midnight, the Yule ball, hogsmeade dates, and lastly was because you given him all of your firsts. First date, first kiss, first boyfriend, first time having sex, and first love. Could you truly forgot all of that? Could you lose it? You couldn’t start over. Your school life was coming to a close and you thought you spend the rest of your days with Tom. Get a flat together, get married, and possibly having his children. He had you wrapped around him. He was in every corner of your mind and him knowing it.
You steadied yourself and casted it. After the deed was done, you collapsed and tried to hold yourself together. You were a criminal. A victim too in a way. Love makes you do crazy things. This is one of those times.
He turned your face towards his to kissed you. He picked you up and started walking out with you in his arms. His lips whispering sweet words into your ears. You ate it up, lapped up every word like a starved puppy. Turning your head to glance into the bathroom, her glossed over eyes met yours as the door slammed shut and locked. It was a sight that you would never forget. A feeling you would never forget. You would probably do it again for him if those lips kept on moving.
