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Chapter List
- 1-Castor
- 2-Pollux
- 3-Gemini
- 4-Polaris
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- 3
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~*Polaris*~ ( A brief side story to Midsummer's Night )

Part 3: Gemini
Author: Chibi Ron Weasley
Rating: R
Memorandum: Two beers later...ung. Gotta type. Death eaters, weird spells, self destructiveness, and some seedy conversation to come...
P.S. Lets make it simple and just say that I dont own any Hp characters. *****************************************************************

~*Polaris - Part 3: Gemini*~

It was another couple hours before Bill said anything. He had been back at his wall, staring guiltily at nothing in particular. With every encounter with this guy, he always ended up being on the down side of it. Not only that...He always had a really weird feeling every time he looked at Tom...it was seriously annoying.

Bill frowned. 'I should go over there and stick his wand up his britches, the dumb twit,' he thought to himself, turning his head. He followed the illuminated trail of the wand on the floor over to Tom. He was asleep.

Sighing, Bill turned back around. "Honestly...that guy..." He crossed his arms and glared at a random spider on the wall. Then he turned back around. "He's such a...freakin weirdo." Bill found himself making his way quietly on hands and knees across the floor over to the sleeping Thomas. He sat on his haunches about half a foot away from him and gazed down at his form, lit by the soft glow of the wand.

He was on his side, breathing softly, his head rested on his one arm. His hair had come undone and part of it fell across his face in delicate waves of chestnut. Bill blinked. "How could any guy look so feminine..??"

A soft moan interrupted his musings. Looking down, the source seemed to be Thomas. He was dreaming. Bill watched curiously. Tom's expression had changed from serene to something that looked as if he were in pain. His breathing became terribly erratic and rhaspy, and he was mumbling, although Bill couldn't understand what he was saying, it was definately obvious that he sounded quite terrified.

Without thinking, as if instinctively, Bill reached out and clasped his shoulders, stopping him from shaking. Tom was most definately struggling with something in his sleep, and it would be cruel to allow it to continue. Gently, he shook his shoulders, but he didn't wake up, he let out a small terrified cry.

"Tom...Thomas! Hey! Wake up..." Bill didn't even realize what he was doing until the violet eyes below him opened slowly. Tom groaned and shot him a confused look a few seconds later.

"What are yoiu doing?"

Bill suddenly realized he must look very foolish, for he was nearly on top of Tom, and was still holding both of his shoulders. "Uh...I was...watching you sleep. You're weird."

Thomas looked up in exasperation. "I'm weird? You're the one watching me sleep." Tom shifted uncomfortably. "Um...you can let go of me now."

Bill blushed. "Ur...right." There was a few moments of silence. Bill didn't know if he should say anything. "You seemed to be having some sort of...nightmare."

"Is that why you woke me up? Your face looked very serious...Were you concerned?"

Bill blushed even more. "NO, why would I be concerned about you, you moron."

Tom laughed. "Hmm, good question. So anyway--"

"Holy shit."

Thomas looked politely bewildered. "I beg your pardon...?"

but Bill didn't respond. He was staring transfixed a little to Tom's right. Tom raised an eyebrow in inquiery before his eyes widened in alarm at what Bill must be looking at. His worst fears were confirmed as he darted his gaze over to his right shoulder, where his robe sleeve had accidentally been pushed up, exposing his upper arm and shoulder. It was embellished with the mark of a skull, a horrible snake protruding from it's mouth.

Bill let go of him immediately, and Tom stood up so fast that he stumbled backwards a few paces. "You saw it, didn't you?" he said hurredly, yanking his sleeve back down.

Bill stared at him with utmost shock. "The mark of the Death eater..." he said breathlessly, "you're one of them..."

Tom stood, rooted to the spot, clutching his hand over the spot on his arm so tightly that it was discoloring from loss of circulation. he stared at Bill with wide terrified eyes.

"You bastard...and I actually believed you when you said you were and Auror, you Death Eater scum!!!" Bill lunged at him, swinging a fist.

"Please, you don't understand!!" Tom pleaded, dodging him.

"Don't you dare run away from me! Get back here you goddamn--" Bill stumbled into the darkness, grabbing blindly, and pulling back hard when he felt his hand clutch on material. There was a loud rip, and Bill held Tom's robes in his death grip, accidentally ripping them off the other man, sending him sprawling down to the floor in the wandlight.

And Bill stood, his eyes riveted on his back. It bore the painful scars of welts that looked like they had been inflicted by a harsh whip...and his wrists. There were scars on both. Vertical, Diagonal, and deep, self inflicted. "You don't understand..." he repeated, barely audible. This time, Bill knew his words were genuine. There was no way that those terror filled eyes could possibly be lying.

Bill knealt down in the luminescent circle. "...Then please allow me to understand." He replaced the semi-torn robes back around Thomas's shoulders.

Tom's eyes were on the floor. "I don't want to. But you saw...I owe an explination..." He glanced hpefully back up at Bill, and their gazes met in intense silence. "When I said you were the only one to ever anger me so, I was telling the truth. What you said at the bar..." He faltered and looked at the floor. It was much easier than looking at Bill.

"Which aspect of it?"

"My mother. She WAS a whore. And I was an accidental result of it. She sold me at the age of six. The buyers seemed very interested indeed. They paid a very handsome price for me. It didn't take me very long to find out why..." He broke off, his voice high and unsteady. Bill, to his suprise, found himself moving over to comfort him. After he regained his composure, Tom continued in a subdued voice. "The group that purchased me were the Death eaters. Dark wizards, you know they have no mercy, don't you? That is where I came in. If they needed to release some frustration, I was there, if they needed something to berate, I was there. Sometimes I was a whipping post. Sometimes a punching bag. But most of all I was used for sexula gratification."

Bill stared intently at the floor. He wanted to pretend he wasn't hearing this.

"I used to pretend it didn't happen, but I would be forced to face reality again and again as I was forced into all sorts of things. When the Death eaters disbanded, I was found and taken to an orphanage, but I was already so upset by my past that I didn't want to continue on living, and tried to end my wretched life by my own hands." He held up both wrists, each sporting a distinct scar. "Obviously, it didn't ge so well, for I was still living and breathing, and that being the case, I decided that if I had to continue living, I would do something to help. I would do something to fight the dark arts, help those in need, and never let anyone suffer the torment I did." he finished, gently gazing at his glowing wand, "I wanted to become the best Auror out there, you see. I don't like to see people get hurt...I will not hurt anyone unless it is completely necessary." he smiled at Bill.

Bill stared at Tom, his mind swirling in a maelstrom of emotion, yet too numb to really find the words to respond. He just stared, in awe of the man next to him. "Tom...I...I don't know...what to say..."

"Well, you could start by telling me your name," Tom suggested good-naturedly.

Bill suddenly realized that he had never introduced himself, and felt incredibly stupid. "Bill...Bill Weasley."

"Well, Bill Weasley, nice to meet you." He blushed and continued. "I...don't really know why I told you all that, but I feel a little relieved now that I've shared it with someone. Sooo...urm...what was said in this vault goes nowhere."

Bill grinned. "Got it."

Tom smiled back. "Thankyou...and, thanks for the support."

"Deh?" Bill glanced down, confused, and noticed that his own hands were clasped around Tom's assuringly. "GAAAAHH!!" He let go and flung himself backwards. Tom snorted back a laugh.

Bill sighed, disgruntled, and cleared his throat importantly. "Yah, um, this STILL doesn't mean we're friends or anything."

"I admire your pride, Bill Weasley," and in an undertone added, "But just because I knocked you on your face..."

"I heard that!!" Bill pounced back onto his feet indignantly, "That is SO not the reason, you moron!"

Tom smiled, his face luminescent with soft intelligence.

"Ah, wipe that dumb look off your face. I'll BET I could take you down ANY day. I just wasn't expecting it then..."

"Oh really?" Tom said jovially, raising an eyebrow, "Try and come at me then."

"Ok then! You'll regret it!" Grinning evilly, Bill lept into the darkness, disappearing out of the circle that was litl by the wand. Tom stood still and closed his eyes, a serene smile still on his lips as if nothing were wrong.

"I can tell where you are, even without having to use my eyes." Bill gave no response. It didn't seem to disturb Tom in the least. "I can sense your presence...I can sense when you make a move...and I can assure you..." Before Bill even had time to react, Tom had already turned around, somehow knocked his wand out of his grasp, and had his own wand pong dng dead center in the middle of Bill's face. "...that the element of suprise is completely useless on me."

Bill tittered uneasily, pushing the wand out of his face with two fingers. "Eh heh...very funny. It must have been a trick, right? ...Where's my wand?"

Tom held out his other hand, grinning as he waved Bil's wand.

Bill grabbed it smugly. "Ok then..." Bill slashed his wand through the air smartly, sending razor sharp wind shurikens spiraling forward.

With a flick of his wrist, Tom froze them in midair, nimbly dodging a few attacks. "You can hit me anytime you want," he said with an air of playfulness. Bill growled and let loose everything he had. Tom turned in time to see the blinding silvery white wall racing toward him, and of course, smiled at it before lifting his own wand, which expelled a giant wave of silver, overpowering Bills, doubling it over as it rebounded and slammed into it's sender. Instantaniously, Bill was transformed into a little stuffed panda and lay helplessly on the floor.

Tom stood above him looking nonplussed for a while before Bill began squeaking annoyedly. "Fine....FIIIINE! I admit it. You're GOOD!"

"Why, Thankyou!" Tom stood, beaming down at him.

The stuffed panda waited, then narrowed it's little button eyes in aggrivation before it said, "ur...can you please change me back now?"

"Why certainly." Thomas replied. He transfigured Bill into a chicken, a toaster oven, a tea cup, and a toilet seat before he turned him back to normal.

Bill sat on the floor cross-legged. "Am I normal yet or did you turn me into another nasty little suprise, like a can of beans or something?"

"Nope, you're good."

Bill sighed. "Looks like you win again."

"you don't really have to take it that way..."

"I hate you."

Tom smiled politely.

Bill looked aggrivated. "You're not supposed to smile when someone says they hate you."

Thomas turned towards him, his beautiful eyes shining, and Bill gulped down a lump in his throat, staring silently back. "What you don't say speaks much louder than what you do, Mr. Weasley." Tom smiled as Bill adopted a defensive expression.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Tom didn't answer. He stood gazing wistfully past Bill, and then turned around. "I do believe someone has come for us."

Bill opened his mouth to speak right as he was blinded by a bright beam of light that invaded the harsh blackness of their confinement as the vault door creaked open slowly. The sillhouette of two poofy haired women stood against the stark blinding white of the doorway...well, it was blinding enough to Bill, who had been locked in darkness for the past six hours.

"William! Thomas! What are you tho still doing in here!?" said a shocked voice.

The two squinted, stumbling out of the darkness stiffly. "Ur..." Bill muttered.

"Well, all seems to be in good order," Tom said, facing the old witch who seemed to have what looked like a giant purple beehive resting atop her head. She glanced from Sheryl, to Tom, to bill, then back to the confused Sheryl. "Good work, Mrs. Baggit. I will be transferring my savings to Gringotts post haste, and the management over in Egypt will hear positive feedback about you from me."

"R...Right! Yes...thankyou, Floristica." Sheryl turned towards Tom and Bill. "Good work you two. You are free to go now."

Thomas bowed to the two ladies. "Yes, then I will take my leave then, it was a pleasure doing business with you."

"FREE!!!" Bill jumped and danced in a circle around the room before standing before his boss. "See ya Wednesday!"

"Urm...yes, enjoy your day off Mr. Weasley," Sheryl said, forcing a smile.

Bill turned, facing Tom, held his hand out for a handshake, and quickly pulled it back up as Tom reached for it. "Heh heh, boy am I glad to be out of there. See ya, Mr. Girlieman."

"Cheerio, Mr. Childrens show complex."

The two exited the building, recieving odd looks from the two witches behind them, then turned and walked in opposite directions down the street.

At the London Deli, Bill stopped and turned around. He could still see Tom, but barely now, still walking in the opposite direction, and for some reason, some part of him regretted that the six hours was now in the past.

~*Continued in Part 4*~
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