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Chapter 16 ~*~ Teaser

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“Mr. Potter, do pull yourself together.”

His voice echoed hauntingly from the house bellow, muffled by glass and walls. The boy jerked, ripping his gun from its holster to point the deadly weapon towards the source of his voice. Of course, dear Harry was entirely unaware that Tom was nowhere to be found within the building. No… he was simply narrowing the home’s speaker system.

Tom’s laughter filled the room, dancing from speaker to speaker in a jaunting harmony of sound. Harry piverted sharply, shifting his gun to follow the noise as the sound shifted. The boy knew that Tom himself was not currently present, but he was unwilling to drop his guard.

“Only I get to hold her image over you, do not let this fool get in your head with such idiotic means. It is below you.”

He doesn’t answer, but Tom catches the shift of darkness over his form like the image of a looming shadow. It painted in the light of a man losing himself to rage while the word turned red around him. It was a much better sight than his grief. Easier to use. Easier to control.

“Stop looking at what they want you to see and start looking at what they don’t want you too, Mr.Potter. Why are they targeting you now? What are they getting out of tormenting you?”

“I thought you would have skipped town by now Tom.” The boy answers with a voice carried by the acoustics of the large room, but Tom doesn’t miss the way his name is spat with a particular brand of distain.

“Skip town?” Tom sniffs back and an amused scoff at that. “You insult my sense of honour, Mr.Potter. Running only has a place in a coward’s playbook.”

“Honour?!” The boy spits, his body contouring in the wake of his fury. “Tell me where was the honour in killing an innocent woman, Tom?”

“I never had the intention of killing Hermione, Mr.Potter.” Tom hummed into the room blow, his mind falling back on the night in question. The draw of blood. The battle. It had been a glorious incursion.“Unfortunately sweet Hermione had made poor choices that night in particular. I am confident that you will find pleasure in knowing I left that encounter with just as many battle scars as she.”

He doesn’t move… but there is a sense of disbelief forming on his face. A sinister hope that Tom had suffered as much as she must have.

“I have never felt more out of control of my own rage before,” Tom tsked gently before continuing. “Though that is to be expected when a defiant little witch decides to stab you.”

Harry laughs then, a sound bitter as a tart berry bursting across the planes of your tongue. Twisting your muscles until they contort in a way that looks as painful as it tastes. Though Tom wonders if this pain tastes more like dirty pennies to the boy, lingering as if her blood is soaking his tongue with the guilt he bares on her behalf.

“Good.” Harry pushes through what every emotion is pulling his ligaments taunt. Tom still sees it though, lingering benieth his skin with a violent crash. The storm of a raging sea throwing itself against the crumbling cliff that was his sanity. “I hope it fucking hurt you sadistic bastard.”

“Indeed, dear Hermione exceeded my expectation.” As always, Tom silently mused. “But enough about me, Mr.Potter, neither you or I have come here to exchange pleasantries. We have come here to solve a murder.”

“I came here to solve a murder,” The boy snarled, slowly backing himself towards the closest wall. Smart. Harry was making sure to cover his back, less vulnerability to the potential dangers. “You are here to do nothing more than antagonize me into doing whatever task your twisted mind has created. Replacing the toy you broke.”

Now there was a tone he had never heard from the boy. It was practically murderous.

How fascinating.

It was also a much more desirable tone that the ‘deer in the headlights’ he had witnessed earlier. Potential was there at least.

“Don’t be crass, Mr. Potter,” Tom purred. “We both know she was much more delicious than a mere toy.”

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Ahhhhh that right I am back my lovelies!

Things have been crazy, Health has been shite but I. AM. BACK because writing has been my sanity 😂💕

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Sparks by chosenpotter

Hermione x Harry Potter x Ron Weasley

"my heart is yours, it's you i hold onto." ron tastes like lemonade in the sweet days of summer, the freshest bit of peppermint in icy winter. hermione's something else entirely, like lavender and the sticky sweetness of strawberry ice cream. he's drowning, he's sure.

Chapter 16

Love and war

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“Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. ”

― Edna St. Vincent Millay

Ff — https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12849487/17/To-both-Defy-and-Define-Darkness

AO3 — https://archiveofourown.org/works/13737366/chapters/65867434

Take it, Hermione.

She hesitated, drawn to the breath that pressed against her bare shoulder.

Take it.

It urged between the blistering kisses it placed against her skin.

Her reflection drew closer as the wandering lake splashed against her calves. She watched as the black liquid clung to her white gown and weighed her down. Her breath was getting heavier and the fog of her own creation settled against the river.

She leaned back into the firm body that whispered sweetly into her ear, neck extended to the side in silent submission. It was laughing, welcoming her compliance with cruelty. He was hurting her. She didn’t mind, the tell-tale sound of blood dripping into the water’s surface was just as hypnotic as the song that had first drawn her down this dark path.

A creak broke the spell by swallowing its sound with its own. Hermione looked up, peering into the faint light slipping through its open frame. She squinted and dug into the arms draped processively around her waist so that she might see what was beyond that blinding rays.

Dark flecks floated through the white gaze in a mocking snow. Sweeping down the light and floating on the surface of her water below. She followed one's path, searching for the origins of this strange thing which existed in the world beyond her own.

F lowers?

Petals of purple stars swelled and melted into the water around her thighs. She knew these flowers… and she knew they poisoned water.

Hermione reared back desperate to escape when she finally understood her reflections malicious smile. Her back knocked hastily into the hard body behind her while nails bit into his clothed skin. She kicked out, lifting herself with the sheer force she applied to his arm, pulling— crying for escape.

I am made bone but born of the earth.

A grating cry fell from her lips as her head fell back against her shadow’s shoulder, back arching in a desperate plea for release.

A creator of those to be.

Its nose ran up her neck, drinking in the fearful scent that seeped from her pores.

A speaker of snakes who tastes the knowledge he has forbidden of me…

An angry scream rattled her vocals while her legs kick back against her captor. It did not bow to her blows, it simply shackled her to its side with no chance of escape.

What.

The water was rising, jaunting against her waist impatiently.

Am.

Her reflection smiled wildly, hands reaching up to breach the water’s edge. Hermione could only watch in horror as her reflexion melted past the surface and bound her wrists with its bonelike fingers.

Her shadow released her then; set her free so that her reflection could finish what he would not. It was disturbing to realize that it was by her own hand, that she would be dragged deep into the water’s current-- pulled into a place where even light couldn’t find her.

I?

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To Both Defy and Define Darkness