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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79302 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
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- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
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- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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A/N � Anyone who
is also following �That which we make for ourselves� (a HP/TR slash I�ve also
been updating at breakneck speed at the moment) can blame DizzyDaydreamer
for the fact that it�s not being updated right now.� I was just writing on it when I noticed the
review and felt a twinge of sympathy.�
Hence I will update this story by four or five chapters tonight instead.� ;-p

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When she woke up the bed was empty
and the room was stifling.�

She could hear the sound of
children somewhere around.� Little voices
laughing and playing.�

Children always sounded lovely from far away, she thought to herself.� It was only when you got close up that you
realised they were saying nasty things to each other, or being otherwise
vicious little blighters.�

Children were better from far away.�

The room was quite dim with the
window blocked off.� She tentatively
tried to move and the action set her muscles jangling.� She abandoned the effort and instead focused
her effort inward, looking for her magic.�

She had to heal herself.� She�d healed the
Dark Lord.. uh.. Tom.. when he was magically depleted. If
she could just find the place in herself and do it.. she knew she could heal herself.�

She concentrated for a long time but it was a pointless endeavour.�

She stopped when she heard the door open and felt momentary terror at being
found by some unsuspecting muggle while she couldn�t move.�

It was Tom however and she breathed out in relief.� He seemed mildly amused by this.�

He wore a blue shirt and pants
that would have looked fitting on prison inmates.� A logo was stamped on the breast area of the shirt, she presumed it was the initials of the orphanage.�

�How are you now?� he asked,
almost as a mere formality, as be began casting diagnostic spells over
her.�

�The same� she said dully.� �Thank you for letting me stay
here. I.. I appreciate it.��

He raised an unimpressed eyebrow.�

�Yes well..
I�m certain you�ll find some way to show your gratitude�� he muttered, ending the spells. �You
are little better.� Your recovery may
take quite some time.��

She tried not to pull a face.� It bloody wouldn�t!� As soon as she managed to get herself to use
raw magic again she�d fix this stupid pain and get herself..�

she wondered suddenly whether she would be able to get
herself home at all!� She wasn�t sure
exactly how she got here.�

It was..something Harry did, she felt.� He twisted the magic..or..
something.. she was
distressed at the time. �Distracted. �

The thought of just trying..something.. gave her slight
chills.�

Tom had said when they had been
talking about changing the past �she�d do something daft and then end up
somewhere inhospitable like the centre of a sun or the bottom of the
ocean.�

She had no idea why she had come to this place and time.�

Although Tom was here.. why here and now as opposed to any other
time at all in his life?� It was
mysterious.�

The next thought snuck up on her
like a monster under the bed.�

She could really fuck up her own timeline here if she wasn�t careful.� She was in a sensitive place and time.� It would be easy to create a paradox.�

She needed to not change ANYTHING about Tom..if she
could possibly avoid it..

in fact it might be better if she just got the hell
away from him as soon as she could.�

Above all � he could NOT.. no one could find out that she could
manipulate raw magic.� That would be a
death or worse than death outcome, depending on whether Tom or someone else
discovered it.�

Anyone else would try to kill her probably..

Tom.. wouldn�t �
obviously.� Since he
hadn�t once before.� But.. he...

oh
god.� He just slept next to her.�

He would already have begun to be
influenced by her charm or whatever
it was that made everyone fall for her and then want to own her!�

Much longer around him and he wouldn�t let her just take off for god knows
where when she could move again.�

And she would probably sleep in a
bed with him for at least a week!�

She was so doomed!��

The boy in question had sat
himself down on the side of the bed and was now starting to draw down the
covers over her.��

�Hey!� she exclaimed
indignantly.� He smirked.�

�Grindelwald�s
men would do a lot worse than look at
you�� he stated,
as if this justified everything.� She
scowled and looked away.�

He snorted in amusement and slid
the covers down to the level of her navel.�

She looked back at him again but could not meet his eyes as these were fixed on
a point lower than her head.�

It felt strange when he looked at her
like this.� On the one hand he was so
very Tom.. and Tom had seen so much more of her than a little lacy
number over her breasts.�� On the other
hand he wasn�t Tom and the way he
looked at her, she felt like some exotic specimen being examined.. or some magazine being
ogled.�

He had never seen her before, except for briefly last night and it was quite
clear that he liked what he saw.��

It was actually a bit flattering.

It was as if her body was far more impressive to this Tom than it had been to hers. �Her Tom
sort of took everything in his stride.. he was so smooth and skilled and experienced.� �

The Tom who was currently looking
down at her with beautiful blue eyes in an angelic face now raised a hand and
cupped her breast.� He tilted his head,
looking focused and ran the pad of his thumb over her nipple experimentally,
his eyes widening slightly when they promptly hardened and stood up.�

She could see, looking down, that he wore a ring.� A very familiar ring with a black stone set into the gold.�

She bit her lip and reminded herself that innocent
Tom had killed already.� She knew,
because Harry had told her that Tom
had killed his father and grandparents and had stolen the ring from his
maternal grandfather.�

�You like that..�� Tom observed in a low velvety voice.�

She swallowed uneasily. It was
absolutely true � but..she couldn�t exactly let him
know that his hands were not new to
her.� The morals of the
wizarding world in the forties was not clear to her.� She knew that the muggle world was still
rather conservative in most places.. but that didn�t have to say anything about the magical
domain.� He had been quite surprised at her red lingerie though, she thought.

�It�s..
...I don�t know you.� Please stop..��

She needed to keep him away if she
could.� If she could heal quickly then
she could hopefully leave before she messed things up here too much.�

His eyes snapped up to her face and several emotions flashed across his face in
quick succession to be replaced by a blank mask.� She thought she saw anger, frustration and
petulance - those were clear but she couldn�t be sure about the tiny flicker of
understanding she thought she�d seen.��
He tugged the covers up over her.�

�I will try to remember to bring
you something to eat after dinner.� Don�t
expect much.��

She looked at him gratefully.� He stood and left without another word,
closing the door behind him

For the next, what was almost
certainly hours and hours, she dedicated herself determinedly to focusing on
that place inside her where she had in the past at several times managed to do
something and cause that rush of flowing cold through her.�

Once or twice she thought she had found it.�
A faint trickle slid down her spine but she lost her grip as soon as she
found it and then she struggled to find it again for ages.�

By the time Tom came back that
evening, she was frustrated and exhausted.�

He crept in and closed the
door.� Only then did he unfold from
beneath his shirt the slice of thinly buttered bread that he had hidden.�

�This is all I could bring.� We have a
kind of stew for dinner here � It is difficult to smuggle it out of the dining
hall.�

I will see whether I can steal something from the kitchen for you tomorrow.��

She felt a warm glow momentarily
and smiled.� �No..
don�t.� It�s fine.� I don�t want you to get into trouble.� Thank you for bringing me this.��

Tom smirked. �Then I won�t.� That suits me too.��

He walked over and placed the bread on her chest and then turned away and
started to unbutton his shirt.�

Her stomach growled at the proximity of the food.� She hadn�t eaten yesterday at all.� Tom had been gone in the morning and then Severus
had been a bastard and she�d killed Ron and Harry had thrown her into the past
and food had not occurred at any point.�

She found she could actually smell the bread and butter in close
proximity.�

Tom had turned around and looked
at her curiously when her stomach rumbled.�
He was on the lowest buttons of his shirt and a deep V of his chest was
exposed.� He was less muscular at this
age it appeared.. but he had
an attractive body.� Lean,
smooth, well proportioned.�

�When did you last eat?� he asked,
tilting his head slightly.�

She answered honestly.�

�The day before yesterday.� Lunchtime.��

He nodded slightly and she had the feeling that he was not unfamiliar with the
feeling of going for days without food.�

After he had taken his shirt off he walked to the wooden wardrobe and hung it on a wire
hanger.� Then he removed his trousers and
hung those too over the same hanger.�

He wore white cotton briefs.� They had an
inverted Y on the front.� Clearly boxer
shorts were not the fashion of the times, she mused.� Learn something new every day.�

Tom looked down at himself upon
noticing her thoughtful inspection of his underwear and hooked a thumb in the
waistband.�

�Shall I remove them?� You seem to be
taking an eyeful�� He
watched her coolly, a wry smirk on his lips.�
She blushed slightly and looked away.�

�Sorry..
Just.. uh... hm. Well sorry,
anyway.��

The boards on the floor creaked
slightly as he walked over to the bed and slipped under the covers.� She turned her head, wincing as her neck
screamed in pain, and looked at him.�

�No pajama pants and singlet?� she asked
uneasily.�

He snorted.� �Shall I feed you your slice of bread?��

Clearly her question did not merit
any response.� She found herself actually
salivating at the thought of the bread.� �Yes
please!� she hushed at him.�

He propped himself up on his elbow
and took the bread, breaking off small pieces and feeding them to her.�

She needed no encouragement to finish every crumb.�

When she was done he flicked his
wrist and caught his wand as it appeared from the hidden holster on his
arm.�

There was nothing much in the room to transfigure into a glass so he offered
her aguamenti water from his wand.� She drank thirstily and thanked him when she
was done.�

This however produced a new set of
problems she realised.� How was she
supposed to go to the bathroom, exactly?!�

Oh.. and God!.. what was she supposed to do about her period?!� �

Tom seemed to realise her problem (or part of it) at the same time as she.� He groaned.�

�Well.. I can levitate you in there but you�re going
to have to deal with the pain and look after yourself.� I�m not a nurse.��

She experimentally lifted her
hand.� It was not quite as bad as the cruciatus pains at this
point.� She wondered whether the few tiny
trickles of magic she�d managed to channel earlier had had some effect on
her.�

�Ok..�
she said.�

Tom slid out of bed, looking
irritated and moved to the wardrobe, slipping on the pajama
pants from the previous night. ��Then he
drew his wand and levitated the blanket back, the irritation fading from his
face as he again feasted his eyes on her uncovered body. �Almost reluctantly, he disillusioned her, then
levitated her, flipping her in midair till she hung vertically and dragged her
after him through the air like a helium balloon as he paced down the dark hall
and into a white tiled karg little bathroom.�

He closed the door and lowered her gently to her feet on the floor before the
toilet.�

She looked at him,
embarrassed.�

�Could you.. turn around� she
asked, even though she was still disillusioned.�

He rolled his eyes and made a big show
of turning.�

With muscles twanging like she had
run a twenty mile stretch without warming up, she bent to lower her tiny
panties and sit down on the toilet.�

While she tinkled she found herself inspecting the rather fine bum in the white
pants in front of her, by the light of the moon streaming through a narrow
window above the toilet.�

She wiped and found she was still bleeding. �Great.. �She scowled invisibly.�

She had no wand and certainly wasn�t
about to ask Tom to transfigure her a tampon so she quickly constructed a
makeshift one out of the rough bastard child of sandpaper toilet paper they
used back in this stupid time. Everything about this little jaunt was
wretchedly annoying.�

If she ever got back to her own time, she swore she would permanently
transfigure Harry into a uruinal
cake and leave him in a public bathroom. �

Horrid little psychopathic arse!

She finished up and stood, pulling
up her currently translucent panties over her translucent body and flushed the
toilet.�

With much difficulty she dragged herself to the sink to wash her hands.�

Tom had turned at the flush and
seemed pleased that she could move sufficiently to get to the sink.

�You are healing more quickly than I anticipated� he observed and strode over,
again casting the diagnostic spells over her as she stood shaking her
hands.��

He frowned slightly.�

�odd..��

He recast the spell and then looked her over again curiously.�

�You have healed quite a bit more than I expected you would.� he pointed out to
her, unnecessarily she thought since she had realised that was his finding when
he had said �odd�.��

She smiled a translucent smile.� �Well that�s good at least. Whatever spell
was cast maybe caused the temporary effect.��

Tom looked dubious but he turned
and, casting the levitation spell, dragged her back to his room and into his
bed.�

When she lay comfortably again and he had climbed in beside her, she said
quietly.� �At this rate I�ll be fine
again before you have to leave here next week.

I�ll leave when I can move again.��

His brows lowered in a
disconcerting manner.� She felt a tingle
of fear arc up her spine.|

�Do you have anywhere to go?� he asked in a rather intent manner.�

She hesitated. �Yes.� I�ve got some relatives in-�

He shot her a blatantly
disbelieving look. �If you had, you would have requested I contact them
yesterday.� You have nowhere to go, do you?!�

�I�ll just find a job somewhere and
keep myself out of trouble.� She insisted hopefully.�

He turned, sliding onto his back
and curling one arm under his head, to stare up at the cracked ceiling. �

�How old are you?� he asked finally.�

�18� she said quickly, knowing
that this was a year too old for Hogwarts.�

He pursed his lips. �No.� You�re 16.�
I�ll see to it that you come with me when I go back to school next
week.� You�ll be in my year.��

She hurried to say �No.. It�s alright.�
Thank you for helping me but� He cut her off. �It wasn�t a
suggestion.� You�re coming with me.�

She recognised the voice.� It was the
�this is the way things are going to be� voice.�

She tried anyway.�

�That�s really nice of you but I don�t
think that��

His voice when he spoke this time
was decidedly colder. �It�s already been decided.� Trust me, Maia.� You don�t know me well yet but you really
should not contradict me. It can be an unhealthy practice.��

She decided it was better not to
press him any further.� This was exactly
what she had been afraid might happen.�

Perhaps she could sneak away while he was out of the room at some point if she
healed quickly.�

He turned his head and examined
her calculatingly and then he lifted his arm, flicked his wand out and cast a
ward over the door.�

She looked at him disapprovingly. �You�re
going to keep me locked in here against my will?!��

He replaced his wand and drew his
arm back under the covers.� It brushed against her own.�

�if you choose to see it that way.� he said mildly
�However the ward will also keep others out.�
Perhaps you might think of it as merely a safety precaution.��

She frowned deeply.� He was going to make it extremely difficult to avoid destroying space-time by damaging her own timeline.�

Still.. his ward would mean
nothing if she could just get herself to the point where she could draw upon
raw magic properly.� She�d dismiss it
like so much air.�

She breathed out, relieved at the thought.�

Tom seemed slightly perturbed by her lack of reaction.� He rolled toward her, curling his arm under
the pillow that they shared and laying the other over her abdomen.�

A small smile graced his lips.

�Your skin is wonderfully soft�� he stated and then
yawned.� �Goodnight, Maia�

She felt a strange mix of
irritation and relief.� It was.. so familiar.. to
sleep with his arm around her like this.�
And with his eyes closed he looked like her Tom.�

She struggled until she could turn onto her side facing away from him and fold
her own arm under the pillow too.

A minute later she felt him drag
her against his chest and wrap his arm around her more fully.� His hand brushed over her breast and cupped
it for a moment but then returned to her abdomen.�

She felt his breath lightly on the back of her neck and let herself
drift off.�

The sound of a boy yelling
directly below her window brought her sharply back to her senses.�

Tom was gone again but when she
turned she found two crackers on the pillow.�
They were dry and tasted old but she ate them anyway and was
appreciative that he had left her something.�

Then she turned back to the
frustrating business of trying to heal herself.�

She had a bit more success today and managed to make a weak trickle flow for
almost five seconds.� Afterward she found
she could move a lot more easily. It barely hurt at all.�

She focused more until she managed it for almost ten seconds.� Then she got up and experimented with
movement.�

It was fine now.� She didn�t hurt at
all.�

She sniffed at her body and wished
she could go and look for the bathroom and take a shower.� Settling for solving the most pressing
problem next, she spent half an hour focussing on trying to stop her
period.�

Although she wasn�t sure whether it succeeded, she felt the little trickle of
cold in the end.�

She considered a
scourgify next but in light of how long it was
taking her to focus sufficiently, she prioritized, walking to the door and
probing at the ward there.�

She couldn�t even detect it until it
gave her a nasty electric shock that made her entire hand numb.�

Five minutes later it was still
numb when Tom came in, looking less than pleased.�

He was shocked that she was up and
immediately cast diagnostic spells over her, barely even concerning himself
with her nearly naked form in the dim room.�

�Thats impossible!� he
stated and looked at her closely.�

�I felt a lot better when I woke
up� she explained.� �Is there any way I
could possibly wash and dress?��

He scratched absently at the neck
of his rough cotton uniform as he looked at her, again with that speculative
expression.

�It�s the wrong time of day and I have to return to work.��

The last part he said with a somewhat bitter tone of voice.� She wondered what he was doing. �

Looking into her eyes as he had been, he responded to her query.� �Menial chores.� I am forced to serve these muggles.��

He explained it as if she had no
idea what it might be like to work by hand.�

�Can I help?� she asked
uncertainly.�

His eyes narrowed.� �You�re not a
pureblood, are you..�

He did not phrase it as a question.�

She looked down.� �No� she confessed.� �My father was a muggle��

Tom�s expression became introspective.�

She thought to herself that she
hadn�t..really.. lied to him.� Her father was a muggle.�

And her mother was too.�

It wasn�t truly a lie.. just
an omission.� And it wouldn�t matter when
she got home anyway.� Her Tom was quite aware she was a mud..muggleborn..and didn�t seem to
care in the slightest.�

She wasn�t sure what this Tom might
think.� It was probably safer to be a
half-blood.�

�You can�t help� he said
shortly.� �No one can know you�re here.��

�Don�t try to leave the room.. every
time you activate the ward I have to come check on you and...It�s better if I don�t
leave my chores.��

The last part was said quite darkly.�

She wondered whether he got into trouble for being away from whatever they had
him doing.��

At that moment a male voice from
somewhere far away roared out �TOM!!� Get chor arse back ere, boy!� You ain�t finished with this floor!� I�ll bloody tan yore hide if I aff to look fer yer��

Tom actually flinched and she was so shocked that her mouth literally fell
open.� He glared at her and sent a
stinging hex her way.�

She yelped slightly and he calmed, turning on his heel and striding out of the
room quickly, closing the door after him. ��

She felt sorry for him
suddenly.� She knew that the orphanage
had been a horrible environment, from the little she�d learned from Harry and Dumbledore
and from Tom�s words to Harry in defense of Draco on
the beach.�

She thought again about what he�d said about Draco sleeping with his wand and
how he too slept with his wand.�

Perhaps he�d had similar experiences to Draco.�
She hoped not.� The thought of Tom
lying here helpless while..�

It made her feel sick.� She wanted to kill anyone who would do that
to him.

She wondered again about the voice
of the man who had called for him and shook her head slightly.� It wasn�t as if he�d tell her if she
asked.�

She wished she�d asked before this happened..but then
she�d be tempted now to try to protect him and clearly that was not good for
the timeline either.�

For lack of anything better to do
she wandered back to bed and curled up under the covers, wrapping herself into
a foetal position.� Soon enough she dozed
off again.�

She woke up with a body curled around her own.�

She recognised alone by the shape of him that Tom lay spooned up behind
her.�

�Are you ok?� she asked
softly.�

�Why wouldn�t I be?� came the curt
response.�

�Doesn�t matter� she mumbled and
put her hand over his around her.� He
slid it out from beneath hers and roughly forced her to turn onto her
back.� She looked up into piercing deep
blue eyes.�

His expression was hard.� There were
faint shadows around his cheekbone.�

He swept the blankets down off her, looking over her hungrily.

�Where did you get the tattoo?� he demanded, his eyes somewhere around her
collarbone.�

She clenched her fists beneath the
blanket.� �Just a
tattoo.� She said uncomfortably.�

His alert blue eyes flicked up to her own amber ones
and he snorted faintly.� �You should tell
me..� he advised.�

�It�s just a tattoo.� I got it with some friends to mark the death
of another friend.��

He narrowed his eyes at her.� �little liar..��

she
swallowed �It�s not a lie� she protested.�

She really felt it could be argued as the truth. She got in a gathering with
new so called friends and it was marking the death of another former friend, Ron.�

If she could tell him the details surrounding it, which she couldn�t, she felt
it was an arguable point.

She wondered what would happen if she activated it here.� Would he feel it?� Technically he was the same person but then.. was he?�
It hadn�t happened yet.�

Did a mark respond to his essence or was it a kind of connection made and
maintained.� Like a wire which hadn�t
been attached to him yet.��

Instead of continuing his
questioning of her �lie� Tom ran his fingertips down her body lightly, still
watching her with the same hard expression.�

She shivered.�

He smiled but there was no warmth to it.�
He cupped her breast again and stroked her nipples to tight little
buds.� It took mere seconds for them to
respond.��

She looked up at him uneasily, taking in the resolute heat in his eyes.� Her body was crying out that it wouldn�t be a
bad idea at all to just jump on him and damn the stupid timeline.�

Tom�s hand squeezed her breast gently and then he peeled down the lace of the
bra cup, exposing her.�

She bit her lip.�

He continued to play with her
breast, tweaking the nipple and drawing circles around it with his finger; then
he leaned down and took it into his mouth. �

She closed her eyes, breathing in deeply at the hot wet delicious feeling. When
she let the breath out again it came out shaky and broken.�

He sniffed in amusement and teased her with his teeth, already peeling down the
other cup so that he could continue the same treatment on her other breast.�

She let him.� Merlin help her but
she tipped her head back and just enjoyed the feel of his mouth on her.�

He wasn�t as practiced.. as
subtle.. as he was in her time.. but
god.... he felt so good anyway.�

His hands were sliding underneath
her back and fiddling with her bra fastening.�
It took him a few moments to work it out and then he released her wet
nipple from his mouth and pulled her bra down her arms impatiently, tossing it
aside and returning to her body, pulling her further underneath him and leaning
over her to kiss and trail his tongue up her chest to her neck.�

She moaned when he discovered one of her more sensitive spots and he returned
to it, focusing more attention there, sucking and nibbling till she was
breathing hard and melting in pleasure.�

He traced his hands down her body
till he reached the waistband of her panties.�

She tossed her head and tried to force herself to regain control and stop
him.� He was already dipping his fingers
beneath the waistband and sliding them down slightly.�

She struggled internally as his mouth wandered up to nibble at her ear.� He was sliding over her slowly...but it felt
so good.�

�No... wait�
she mumbled.� �Stop..��

She jumped slightly as he abandoned the downward motion of the flimsy red
panties and simply ripped them off her.�
Then he was nudging her legs apart with his knees and his mouth
wandering back down her throat making her delirious...making it so hard to
think about why she wasn�t supposed to do this.�

She felt a hand play at her breast again and gasped, melting.� �Tom..� she
murmured, arching slightly into his hand.�

Then his cock was already at her entrance and he was sliding into her wet heat
smoothly.�

She heard him groan softly under
his breath and he moved in her slowly, splaying her legs further with his knees
and thrusting deeply.�

She was powerless to prevent herself rocking up against him, eager to scratch
the itch he�d ignited.�

He leaned up and she opened her eyes to see him looking down at her with
something like cool fascination interwound in his
arousal.�

He was watching her.�

She gasped when he pumped her a little harder and his eyes glinted in response
to her unconscious movement, examining her behaviour as if it were some kind of
puzzle to unlock.�

He reached down and found her knee
and pulled it up, stretching it up over his elbow and then he wound his hips as
if seating himself as far in as he could.�

She turned her head sighing in
pleasure, her breath fast and shallow.�

When he started to slap into her
hard and deep and slow she couldn�t prevent herself from emitting little moans
of delight and when he reached for her other leg and slid it up against his
shoulder, starting to really pound into her roughly she only moaned louder.�

It wasn�t long till she was keening her release and as she started to flutter
and clench around him, he too fell over the edge into a softly groaned
climax.�

She panted and tried to recover,
taking her legs down from Tom�s shoulders with little energy in her limbs.�

Tom withdrew from her gingerly, as
if his penis were hypersensitive.. and
then immediately took out his wand and scourgified them both.�

He cast a contraceptive charm over her that she didn�t know and only then did
he allow himself to flop back down onto the bed on his back and cover his eyes
with the back of his forearm, still breathing quite quickly.

She had a feeling that not stopping him somehow had been a bad idea.�

He�d be more addicted or whatever to her now.�
He�d do more than put up a few wards to stop her from leaving, if he was
anything like his older counterpart.�

She couldn�t go to Hogwarts!�

She�d already killed three men
because they developed a need for her that Tom objected to.�

If she went to Hogwarts she�d be around hundreds of teen-aged boys.� It would be a recipe for disaster!� It would be dangerous to go there!�

Tomorrow, she promised
herself.� Tomorrow she would dismantle
his wards and sneak out.�

He�d never find her and life would go on for him.. and the timeline wouldn�t be damaged.�

Tom lifted his arm from his face
and shifted slightly making himself more comfortable.� �Well you may be a bad liar but you�re a
pretty damn decent fuck.. tell
me how it is that you are wearing my mark, Maia.. if
that is your name.� I�ve never seen you
before in my life and I�m damn sure you aren�t among the eight who currently
have the honour.��

Her blood turned to ice in her
veins.�

There was nothing she could possibly say to contradict that.� She didn�t think he would have started using
the mark this early.. he
shouldn�t recognise it.�

This wasn�t fair.� If Tom remembered this.. why the hell would he...oh.�

Her brain caught up with events.�

He�d seen to it that she didn�t age.�
He�d been insistent that she take his
mark.� Harry�s was not sufficient
although it fulfilled the same purpose in essence.�

It wasn�t sufficient because he did
remember her.�

He remembered her as she looked now.. wearing his mark.. he had selected her clothing.. he probably remembered it.�
Exactly how much had she told him?!�

He could have made it clear to her.. except he didn�t because he
hadn�t.�

She must have acted as if this were unexpected to her. And that was why he
hadn�t told her.�

Time was a bitch.�

She swallowed.�

Fine.� Suck it,
time!, she thought, tossing a large portion of care to
the wind.�

�Alright� she said.� �I�m not from Germany.� I�m not from this time at all.��

He nodded thoughtfully as if he
had already considered this possibility at length.� She chewed on her bottom lip a little and
went on. �

�I can�t tell you anything about where I�m from � somewhere in your timeline.� There was an accident.� Someone else.� Not you, obviously.��

�I had just been through
initiation.. taken your
mark.. and then shortly afterward someone grabbed me..
some things happened and there was an accident. �A massive outpouring of magic threw me through
time.�

And now I�m here.. and if I
tell you too much then I�ll change something.��

�You�re the most intelligent
person I�ve ever met.� You know what could happen if I create a
paradox.�

I was thinking to just leave and get far away from you.� I don�t know how to get back but if I�m far
away then at least the chances of me destroying the fabric of time are
reduced.�

He took a deep breath.� The expression on his face was conflicted. �That
would be the most logical solution, yes.� He conceded. �However you are still
going to come with me to Hogwarts.��

She half sat up and started to protest.�

He turned steely eyes on her and she stilled.

�Time will be fine.� He said with
absolute certainty.�

�I have philosophised about time paradoxes at length and come to the conclusion that they are impossible.� Whatever you do, will already have happened.
There will be an ouruboros effect - you will create a
loop.�

In the future you will end up where you ended up because of the events you are
setting in motion in the past.. in
the present, really.� So don�t fuss about
it any further.��

�If you wear that mark then you
have already sworn to obey my
commands and I am telling you � you are coming with me to Hogwarts.�

There will be no further argument on the matter, do you understand..girl?.. whatever your name
is.� Maia, if you like.��

She stared at the ceiling in
ominous foreboding.� She couldn�t exactly
tell him why she shouldn�t go to Hogwarts.�
At best he�d try to bind her magic and still make her go.. at
worst he�d start ordering her to use the raw magic to his own ends.�

She gulped and nodded.�

�It would be better if I could keep far away from others then.�

..I..I was exposed to a potions experiment some time
back.� I tend to have a mild amortensia-like effect on males.� I was always kept isolated before my
initiation.��

It..would be safer
if I didn�t accompany you... my Lord.��
She used the honorific hesitantly.�

The boy lying beside her blinked
and smiled slightly.� �Ah. That explains one
more thing that had me puzzled.� I am not
normally inclined to..dalliances.�

Here and there I�ll date, mainly for the look of the thing � it is expected,
you know... but rarely do I feel inclined to take one of the chosen few to my
bed.� They simply do not sustain my
interest, for the most part.�

It is unusual...unnatural..for me to
desire you so sharply.�

...Is there any counteragent to this effect?��
He asked it in passing.� She told
him there wasn�t.�

�It matters little.� I doubt I would use it anyway.�� You wear my mark and therefore belong to
me.� I will use you as I please. �I find that I quite enjoy this..pull.� I could have
you again already.��

He sighed and stretched his arms above his head.� �Do you know how to perform fellatio.. girl?�

She rolled her eyes internally at
the thought that �girl� might become her new label from him.��

�Yes, my Lord.�� she
responded, sighing.�

He shifted, budging lower in the
bed and folding his arms behind his head.�
�Well then..� he snapped impatiently. �On your knees.��

She shifted to comply.�

He tossed the blanket off them
both and watched her as she took his half hard cock into her mouth and
delivered one of her stellar performances.�

He didn�t last long and when he came he actually hissed in satisfaction,
clamping her head to him.� She sucked him
clean and climbed back up in bed beside him, dragging the blanket back over
them both.�

He gave her a look of near
awe.�

�That was..spectacular�� he informed her.� �Merlin�s beard.. you are..something else,
witch.�� He gripped her jaw lightly with
his fingers as he seemed to inspect her face.�

�Quite a fetching little thing too..�� He smirked.�

�What are the 5 uses of dragons blood?�� he demanded abruptly.�

She smirked back smugly.� �There are twelve actually.� I can�t tell you because I don�t know which
ones you already know about..��

His eyebrows shot up and an avaricious gleam in his eye warned her that little
pieces of information like that would tempt him to try to pry knowledge out of
her.�

�Explain Magorians
theorem then� he responded. �

She told him not only who the celtic arithmancer was, when he lived and died, but expounded his
theory and related it to a contesting theorem�
�Leipsatz�s continuous conjunction� which she
knew had only been proposed in the early forties.�

When she paused in her monologue Tom�s eyes were bright and greedy.� She could almost see the word lit up in neon
letters ten miles high.� �MINE�.�

He asked her several more questions in charms, astronomy, herbology,
ancient runes..�

As she continued to exceed expectations the gleam in his eyes grew.��

Finally he turned to defense against the dark arts and then..
after a few questions, without warning he veered
sharply into the dark arts themselves.�

She was surprised and slightly unsettled that she could answer his questions in
that area too. �

It occurred to her suddenly that
she might be more tainted than him at present.�
She had killed ..twice with her bare hands
even.. She had used unforgiveables.. she had made horcruxes.. she had..destroyed souls. �

She took a sobering breath.�

Tom stroked fingertips down her
cheek.� �You are a worthy knight..� he praised.�

She frowned.� �A what?�

His eyebrow soared..�

�My servants are not called the knights of Walpurgis in your time?� he
queried.� She shook her head.� He seemed on the verge of asking what they
were called but changed his mind.�

�it is not important.�
Here and now you will be one of my knights of Walpurgis.� The ninth in my circle.�
�

She nodded agreeably. Why not?!� She signed up to be a death eater.� It certainly sounded nicer to think of herself as a knight.�
Knights saved people..defended the innocent.. went on quests..battled dragons... Draco!��

She thought suddenly about her own time.�
What had happened?�

Tom would have realised that she was gone.�

Unless of course she eventually managed to return and was able to return to the
time she had left.� In which case nobody
would probably be the wiser that she�d ever been away.�

But since she had no idea how she�d
gotten here.. and little will
to cast herself into the heart of a star as Tom had wryly suggested she might
when she proposed changing time, it was unlikely she would just experiment with
throwing herself through time and hoping to hit that single moment.� The idea seemed like tossing a dart through
space and aiming for a small piece of debris in a distant galaxy.�

She looked at Tom.� He was staring at her thoughtfully
again.�

�your mark looks different.� He noted noncommittally.�

She snorted. �Yes.� Call it the new and improved version.� You don�t need to know what�s different about
it.�� You�ll think of it yourself
eventually.�

It certainly won�t be before you see me again in the future though.��

He raised her arm and watched the
black snake writhe in the midst of the boiling stormclouds.� �It is quite..pretty.. this
way.� he observed.�

She tilted her head.�

�it has a skull on it.� Skulls aren�t pretty, they�re ominous. You designed
it to be frightening, I�m sure.��

He snorted.

�Well naturally.� But yours.. looks softer somehow.� The bluish lightning..
a rather nice effect.�
Bravo to future me.�

She looked at him.� He was so Tom
suddenly.� She smiled.

�Can I help you work tomorrow?��

His face immediately shut down as
if a door had slammed.� �Don�t be
ridiculous.��

Her face fell. �oh.� ..sorry.� Sorry..my Lord.�

I..just thought you could disillusion me and I�d keep
out of the way if anyone else was around.�

You�d get whatever you have to do done more quickly.� You could cast a notice me not.� And..it would be
nice to get out of this room.�

I�d clean toilets to have the chance to go outside for a bit.�

He scowled blackly.

�No.�

She looked away.� �ok.� I won�t bring it up again.��

He said nothing but turned onto
his side away from her, wrapping his arm under the pillow again.�

She looked at the wall of his back
and didn�t know whether he would accept her cuddling up to him.�

Safer not to chance it really, she reasoned and turned over onto her stomach,
stretching both arms under the pillow and turning her face in the other
direction.��

She was almost asleep when she
felt his arm slide over her back and tug her closer.�

A warm breath on the back of her head gave her a feeling of comfort and she
subsided into sleep with a faint smile on her face.�

In the morning, unsurprisingly he
was gone. �She wondered what he was doing
and scowled at the door, its invisible ward taunting her.�

The thought sprang immediately to
her mind, light and tempting like the first piece of popcorn in a tub.� She could.. just make herself invisible and go and look.�

A disillusionment spell would make her transparent.. she would be hard to notice.. but a
true invisibility spell would make
her impossible to notice, provided nobody actually walked into her.��

She stopped herself.�

No.. she shouldn�t get into
the habit of using raw magic for things.�
It was dangerous.� Really really
dangerous.� Tom was anything but
stupid.� He�d work it out.�

But she wanted to know what he was doing � it seemed like he really didn�t want
her to know. �That made her more curious
than ever.�

She could.. maybe find a way
to disguise her ability.�

If she only had a wand then she could pretend she was just an amazing wardbreaker.�

Could pretend that there was just a spell for invisibility in
the future when there was no such thing.�
It was only attainable using a potion or a cloak.�

She just needed a wand.��

She stamped the covers down off
her sticky body in the stuffy humid room.�
She hadn�t gotten to have a shower last night in the end.� She really wished she could have one.�

But first things
first.� A wand.��

She concentrated hard on her wand.. as she�d last seen it.. imagining its length, width, shape, feel..

Imagined holding it in both hands.. the
weight of it.�

And then she tried to keep that
thought in mind and felt around inside herself for that muscle that wasn�t a
muscle..

it took a
long time to be able to keep the thought in mind clearly and still be able to
focus to tense the part of herself that diverted the cold stream through
her.�

It was frustrating how often she almost had it, only to lose her grip.�

Once she felt an object press
against the skin of her hands and panicked in her excitement and lost it
again.�

After hours she finally managed it
and when she stopped focussing after several minutes the warm wooden length of
her wand lay in her hands.�

She swished it experimentally and it performed like a real wand.�

�it is a real
wand� she told herself.� �It�s just one I
made from..energy.. or
something.� Everything is made of energy
at a very basic level.� I just
reorganised some other stuff that was already around and made it into this �
which it had the potential to be all along.�

In a sense the wand was always there, I just didn�t recognise it. �

She cast a strong scourgify on herself.� The wand worked.. and it felt familiar.. but she
wondered idly whether it couldn�t work better.�

More efficiently or.. more
perfectly attuned to her.�

Was it possible to adjust a wand?!�

It seemed a small matter to focus
on that next.� After all.. she�d already gone ahead and
used magic to bring it here..

If she was going to try to stick to her wand for the rest of the time and she
wanted it to be believable that she was powerful � she ought to be powerful.�

It was easier to think about this
idea and draw upon the magic.� It took
much less time.�

When she levitated her boot over to her to test the amendment it flew to her with
almost no effort at all.� The wand almost
leapt to obey.�

She used a modified sticking charm
to �holster� her wand to her forearm.� It
was visible.�

She realised that this was a problem.�

If her wand was not here before then it had to have been invisibly holstered
somewhere or Tom would have found it.�

It took a very long time to create an effect that mimicked the invisible
holster using raw magic.� To have it
disappear and pop out of..wherever it was.. when she flicked her wrist.�

She didn�t know how it worked.. the
wand seemed to disappear into nothing when she dropped it down into her faux
�holster� �- it wasn�t even tangible on
her arm - but it reappeared on a flick.�

It was good enough though, she decided.�

Luckily she could blame almost anything inexplicable on future technology and
refuse to explain.�

She smirked widely.� She felt the mad urge to say Mwahahahaha! and suppressed
it.��

Scourgifying her clothing and
dressing quickly in her lingerie, she transfigured her dress into something
that approximated Tom�s uniform.� Just in
case.�

She put it on and it felt uncomfortable.�
She wasn�t surprised that he scratched at it.�

It came a lot easier to draw upon
her magic to render herself invisible.� Instead
of taking down the ward on the door she simply worked to create a hole she
could step through. She healed it again after she was on the outside.�

All things considered she found that it was easier to access her ability the
more often she did it.�

And it was so much easier than using wand magic.. no spells needed, no wand movements, no geometry.� Just..wish. and let it be so.� Wonderful.

She almost leapt for cover when a little girl of about six dressed in a dismal
blue and brown uniform like herself skipped down the corridor, but the girl didnt give her a second look.�

She could not see her own hands either, she noted.�

She would have to remain quiet.�

She flicked her wrist and drew her
wand, casting a standard silencing spell on herself head to toe and, after some
consideration, a proximity charm which would gently steer anyone out of the
area in a one metre radius around her body.

Content, she strolled down the corridor curiously, wondering where Tom might
be.�

The place sounded like a school
playground.� Screaming
playing children everywhere.��

She walked past a door and saw a
yard outside with dozens of children playing in the dry unkempt grass.� There were no swings or playsets.
They played with sticks and their imaginations.�

She remembered her own earliest experiences in the playground of her muggle
school.� A girl in her class had called
her a freak and everyone had pointed and made fun of her.�

Children were horrid.�

She walked on past the door into a large room with two long tables lined with
chairs.�

This must be the dining room she
thought, obviously.� It was old and worn
and very institutional but spotless.� �She wandered through it toward the two doors
at the other end.�

One led to the kitchen, empty, also spotless.�
The other led to another corridor.�

She heard a faint sound.� It sounded ..familiar.�

It happened again and she ventured down the corridor toward it, trying to work
out where she had heard it before.�

When she heard it again and there
was a faint muffled sound that sounded like a cry she started to run.�

She found the door, almost at the
end of the corridor where the sound was coming from.�

�Y�ve got the devil in yer,
boy!� Y�ain�t right.�
Ain�t getting nuthin
you don�t deserve, y�know that, don�tcha?!�

She gasped and cast a lookilu transparency charm on the door quickly.�

It was actually worse than she had imagined.�

Her stomach revolved.�

Tom was bent over a desk covered in papers and coffee mugs and assorted
rubbish.� His pants were down around his
ankles and blood flowed down the backs of his thighs from what were obviously
dozens of vicious strokes of the cane that a large heavily built unshaven boor
of a man held in his meaty fist.��

The man in question now tossed the
bloodied cane onto the floor beside him and started to unbuckle his belt.� She thought he was going to beat Tom with
that but it was worse.� He started to
open his trousers!�

She saw Tom clench his fists, white knuckled.�
His cheeks were dry and he remained silent.�

His eyes narrow and full of hate, staring at the wall in front of him, unwilling
to acknowledge what he must have heard happening behind him..
as if this were no irregular occurrence.�

She felt the mad urge to scream
and panicked.�

This couldn�t happen!!� She could NOT let
this happen!� Not again.� Not ever again!

She wracked her brain.� The first thing that jumped into it was �just
make him not exist!� she screamed and beat that idea down with iron bars.�

No!� NO fucking with reality!� At least no fucking with reality in more than
little insignificant ways!� A muggle
solution..or a regular wizarding solution.�

An idea struck her.�

She drew her wand and cast a
glamour rendering herself into a tall, matronly woman dressed in a habit - a
tough old nun � she modelled herself on one of the nasty old biddies at the
church her parents had taken her to as a child.�
Sister mcheary.. or mcpheary.. or
something like that she thought.�

It took concentration she didn�t
have to access raw magic to cast off the invisibility.� She struggled and failed, frustrated, seeing
the horrible balding man already positioned behind Tom and wetting himself in
his blood.� She screamed through the
silencing charm in rage at herself.�

Finally she managed it and her hands drifted back into the realm of visible
objects.� She threw off the silencing
charm and unlocked the door, stowing her wand with a quick movement.�

Opening the door briskly she made
a great show of jumping back screaming, clutching her chest.�

�OH my GOODNESS!�
WHAT are you DOING to that boy � you VILE EVIL MAN!!� Get OFF him!�
Get OFF him right NOW, I SAY!.�

She strode in like the wrath of
god himself and picked up the cane from the floor and used it to beat the
shocked and sputtering exposed man across the face and body.�

She even managed to get a shot in across his weepy hard member.�

He yelled like a stuck pig and started cursing.�

Tom had half turned and was looked at her with eyes wide as saucers.� She wasn�t sure whether he realised it was
her.� It seemed more like he was just
completely astounded that someone..anyone..had saved him.�

She continued beating and berating
the horrible filthy man who raised his arms to protect himself
but clearly did not dare to fight back against an emissary of the lord.�

She finally broke the cane over her knee.�

�How DARE you abuse the children
in your care.�� She hissed venomously.�

�This boy is leaving with me!� He will stay
with the parish from now on.� Do NOT even
TRY to stop me - I assure you I will summon the nearest bobby and have you
dragged away in chains in a heartbeat.�

I will return and check on the other children.�
You will not know when I will
come but I will pay very close
attention to you, Sir � and if I find out that this behaviour is repeated with any other child here � You will spend
the rest of your sorry life behind bars.�

Beg the Lord for forgiveness for what you have done for you shan�t be receiving
it from me!��

The ugly bullish man didn�t even
try to speak.� He looked quite shocked
and ashamed actually, she thought.�

His eyes wandered to Tom who was fastening his trousers, wincing slightly and
he narrowed his eyes, now seeming to want to say something.�

She hissed at him� �One
word.� Mark me � One word to him and I�ll
forget the mercy I�m showing you right now!��

She turned to Tom.� �Come, child.�
We are leaving this place.��

Tom blinked dumbfounded and a
sudden look of panic washed over his face.

�Now!� she demanded and marched
out of the room.�

When he followed
slowly, almost as if in a daze she turned and gripped him by the arm and
frogmarched him through the halls toward his room.�

He didn�t fight but as he neared his room he became slower, reluctant.� Obviously imagining the nun who just saved
him was going to find a naked witch in his bed.�

�Don�t worry, deary�
she said, smirking nastily. �I�ve already been to your room and whipped her
outside and burned her at the stake quick smart. There�s no witch in there
now.��

His eyes bulged for a split second
in panic and then they narrowed and finally he sniggered.�

�Merlin�s hairy balls, you are bloody amazing...� whatever your name is.� How the hell..�

He looked irritatedly at the door, obviously noting
his undisturbed ward.�

�How did you do that?!� he demanded flatly, obviously disturbed at the ease with
which she�d defeated what he�d imagined to be an effective restraint.�

�Skill and luck� she stated
absently. �Open it quickly. We�re leaving here and we aren�t coming back.� Get everything you want to take with
you.��

He looked at her uneasily.

�Where are we going?� I haven�t..�

She shook her head.�

�Pack, Tom.� Pack, my Lord.� Just pack,
alright.� You aren�t going to be in this
hellhole ever again.� I�ll kill that man
before I allow him to do that to you.�
And if I kill him there�ll be a fuss.�

Nobody likes a fuss so we�ll just mosey off into the sunset, alright?��

Tom nodded and looked dazed
again.� He opened the door, discarding
his ward and summoned everything from the wardrobe onto the bed.�

She undid her glamour and he
snorted at her in the ugly uniform.�

She ignored him and flicked her wrist, drawing her wand to transfigure her
clothing again.�

He caught her hand with the wand
in it and demanded �Where did you get this?!�
You had no wand when you arrived.�
I checked.� How-..��

She shook her head.�

�Our technology is different� she
answered simply.� �I had no magic to use
so I had no need of it till today.��

Tugging her hand free gently she
transfigured the ugly uniform on her body into a pale green muggle
sundress.� Summoning her robe from the
wardrobe she transfigured it into a light cardigan.�

Tom had packed his meagre
belongings into a battered old suitcase and shrank it down to palm size.�

She looked at him, tilting her head slightly and began to transfigure his clothing.�

He looked down, visibly discomforted.�

When she was finished he wore light, black, tailored slacks and a crisp white
shirt with rolled sleeves.�

He looked quite preppy, she considered, if the word
were appropriate in this era.�

He inspected himself with faint
approval.� When he looked back at her the
hard-assed old nun stood before him.�

�Come Mr Riddle, let us leave this vile prison.� You are free.��

She strode out of the room, black
habit billowing slightly behind her.�

At the very end of the corridor
the horrible orphanage keeper stood, red faced and impotent to halt the events
taking place before his eyes.� His fists
were clenched.�

She glared at him poisonously the entire length of the corridor and then pushed
Tom ahead of her toward the door.�

She turned back to the repugnant
man and spat.� Actually spat at his feet.�

�The devil take you, sir!� she cursed him and then
turned on her heel and strode out after Tom.�

She caught up with the slender
dark haired boy as he was walking robotically toward the front gates of the
institution.�

�I cannot believe I am leaving..� he murmured. �

She responded acidly �I can�t
believe I arrived here at this stupid late time.� Why couldn�t I have arrived earlier.� Last year or the year before.� It makes me furious to think of what�s been
done to you.� You are..the
greatest wizard in the world.� The greatest wizard of several
ages.� And that ridiculous man laid
a hand on you?!� Aaaugh!!
�

...Oh..hell, I forgot.�
I�m so sorry!!� You�re still
hurt!!��

he turned
to her with a slightly stunned expression.�
�It is truly nothing.� I have had
far worse and I would rather keep moving.�
I have the terrible feeling that a hand is going to descend upon my
shoulder any second and drag me back.��

She took him by the arm and
marched slightly faster, taking them out of the gates and down the street.� Turning into an alley she dragged him in and
then apparated immediately with him.�

They appeared in the field that Tom
had once taken her with the long grass and the sun, when he wanted her to come
back to her mind.�

In this time it was quite short
grass.�� There were a couple of cows near
a fence in the distance.�� She
snorted.�

�hm..
well..� it will
do I suppose.� You aren�t shy about cows
watching you undress I hope��
She flicked her wand, ending her glamour.�

The young Dark Lord simply blinked at her slowly.�

�You said.. you�re 18.� I had forgotten.�� You can apparate.
..on top of everything else you can apparently
do.��

He stepped up to her quickly and suddenly his lips were pressed to her own and
he was kissing her hungrily, his hands cupping her face.� The kiss he gave her was so full of need and
yet so grateful that she felt herself tear up slightly.

When he let her go his eyes were shining.�
�Tell me your real name� he demanded.��

She bit her lip and hesitated.

After a while she said reluctantly.� �It�s
not important. �You�ll know it
eventually.� Maia is kind of close to my
name.��

He stroked her hair gently.� �Tell me your first name..��

She leaned forward and kissed him
chastely. �I don�t think I told you � because I don�t think you knew who I was
till I got old enough to be recognisable.�
I�m sorry Tom.�� She smiled at him
sadly.�

He sighed.� �Alright. Maia then.��

She nodded, relieved.�

�Right.� Get your kit off. I�ll heal you and then we
can think about where we want to go for the rest of the week and a half.��

Tom looked at her, suddenly hollow
worry dawning in his eyes. �You don�t have a plan, do you?!� he said almost
incredulously.�

She scoffed.�

�Of course I have a plan.� I have several
in fact. But out of respect for the fact that you are my Lord and Master-� she
grinned with full teeth at him� �- I
thought I�d make it your decision rather than simply attempting to order you
about.��

He shook his head faintly, amazed
and confused, and stroked a palm down her cheek.�

�I.. find myself.. somewhat
disinclined to dictate to you at present.�
I have no doubt I�ll return to it soon enough..
but for now.. let us discuss
your ideas and perhaps I may have a few of my own. I have never considered what
I might do if I suddenly found myself free.��

She smiled and pointed her wand at
the ground.� The grass rose and wove
itself and then transfigured slowly into a blue and white striped
mattress.�

Tom frowned at it curiously and raised an eyebrow at her.�

�An inside joke� she muttered.� �You�ll
get it later on in life perhaps.��

He nodded vaguely and unbuckled,
then dropped his trousers, which were already slightly clinging to his buttocks
with the blood.�

She grimaced as he lay down on his stomach on the mattress and she had a chance
to see the extent of his injury.�

She set to work cleaning and
healing his flesh.�

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