The Angel of Hogwarts

Chapter 5

Tom returned to the Chamber. He looked worried. He decided to bring food along with him. He thought Rose would be hungry and he also decided to bring her flowers, even though she was going to be stuck in there for God knows how long.

When he calmly walked in, he saw Rose laying on the floor with marks down her back, similar to those of one who had been hit by a Cruciatus curse. He dropped all he had in his hands and ran to her.

"Father, what have you done?" he asked angrily.

"She was the one who cheated on you, isn't she?" Voldemort said passively, unable to detect the worriedness in his son's voice.

"Yes, father, she tried," he said sadly, "but we made an oral agreement that it was all in the past. Right, Rosie?"

She nodded furiously. She wanted stand back up and hex him til the day of his death, but her wand was taken from her by Voldemort.

"Plus, you already cursed her yesterday. Wasn't that punishment enough?" Tom reminded his father.

Voldemort looked blankly at Tom, "I don't recall cursing her yesterday."

"Don't you remeber laughing very hard at her pain?"

"I couldn't have done that. I wasn't alive yesterday." Voldemort said sharply, "That's impossible, son."

"You truly don't recall?" Tom asked curiously.

"I said I did not do it." Voldemort screamed from the top of his snake-like lungs, turned on his heels and left the Chamber.

"Yes, father." Tom said returning his attention to the flowers currently laying on the floor. He walked up and got them and placed them next to Rose along with her book, the parchement and a quill. He sat next to where she was laying. 

"Could you please stop that?" she asked after a while of just frowning to the cold hard floor.

Tom looked around, nothing was moving, nor making sound. Everything was already stopped, he said, "Stop what?"

"That sound," she said nervously, "That high pitched zinging sound. It's been here since yesterday evening. It's prefurating my ear drum."

"There's no sound, my love." he replied calmly, she was already going insane and she was tortured only twice.

"Did–did you– Did you, by any chance," Rose struggled to speak, "see Scorpius?"

"No, why does that matter?" he asked. He could not belive she had just asked him about Malfoy when he was the one taking care of her. Why did Rose have a certain interest in Malfoy all of a sudden? Malfoy did not deserve Rose at all, or so Tom thought. It made him so mad that she was asking for Malfoy's whereabouts.

"I don't know. He last saw me with you, he might've confronted you about it," she said blushing a little.

"You're not," Tom paused, "interested in Malfoy, are you?"

Rose swallowed hard. How would she reply to that? She obviously was, he was her shiny new piece of jewelry that she always had wanted, but could never get. However, she wasn't in a position to say that she was interested in Scorpius. Her life was at stake, so she replied, "No."

That was the least credible 'no' she had ever utter in her life, but somehow it was sufficient for Tom to approach and kiss her. What was wrong with that girl today? Normally, Rose would feel her stomach flip in all kinds of different ways, but not today. Today, it was just sitting still, waiting around for food, while she pretended that kiss felt as good to her as it did to him.

They kissed for a good two minutes until Tom broke the kiss and said, "You're all mine, right?"

She gave a nod, a scared nod. She was terrified, Tom did not look cute when he was jealous. As a matter of fact, it scared her a little bit.

Tom decided that he'd confront Scorpius about Rose liking himself more she liked Scorpius. Childish play, but it was for Scorpius to take as a warning, to never ever even think of her again. She took her book, and asked Tom to read it for her while she wrote on the parchement. 

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Scorpius had been looking for Rose non-stop. He had contacted her parents and whatnot. All he could think was that he was their kiss. All he wanted was a do-over. Not only could he do better than that, but he could've found a better way to prove to her that he loved her. He stayed with her parents and told them what happened. He repeated the situation about a thousand times to every auror in the school.

Everywhere at Hogwarts there was always an auror, calmly patrolling and checking if they'd find Tom. Scorpius was always accompanied by an auror, everywhere he went basically, which made it very hard for him to confornt Scorpius.

'Ugh, Scorpius, who names their child that?' Tom thought. He despised the prick. There was only one place that he could confront him, the Boy's Bathroom.

Scorpius calmly walked in the bathroom, leaving the door wide open behind him. The door banged behind him and locking noises travelled through the door. He spun on his heels. Tom was standing in front of the locked door.

"Where's Rose?" Scorpius said sternly.

"Don't worry, she's fine," Tom smirked, "in a better place now."

'You killed her?" Scorpius was truly worried. He did love her, for real. This was heartbreaking for him, not knowing where she is. Not knowing if she is hurt. Not knowing if she's alive.

"No, but as long as she's not with you, she's much better." Tom said peacefully.

"You need to let her go, Tom," Scorpius said, " she does not love you."

"She does, she told me she did." Tom shouted.

"Well, then why did she kiss me?" Scorpius said, trigguering all anger that had been stocked inside Tom. He unlocked the door and aparated away.

Tom walked in the Chamber. Rose was sitting on the floor reading the book, she looked miserable and had the Cruciatus marks down her back. She stood up when she saw Tom. She was visibly relieved by his precense. Her expression quickly changed when she saw him walking towards with an angry expression.

"What's wrong?" she asked quietly.

He didn't answer. He pushed her towards the statue of Salazar Slytherin and kissed her very angrily. He kissed her while struggled to make stop. He was hurting her. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him away.

"What do you think you're doing?" she screamed.

"You kissed him. You lied to me!" Tom screamed back.

"I never said that I didn't kiss him." she hollered at him.

He felt bitter about this, the vains in his head popped out, "Why would you do that?" he bellowed.

"Because he loved me for real. He set me free. He talked about liberty. Of course, I kissed him! I shouldn't have been so naïve and dated you." she turned around.

He quickly spun around, "I set you free all the time!" he yelled at her.

"Excuse me?" she wailed, "You – set me free? Let me break it down for you! You won't let me  be with anyone past midnight. I can't be partners with anyone but you in any project. You won't let me speak to any guy, if you're not around. You won't let me be next to my friend's when their talking to a guy. You won't let me choose my own clothes. I'm never allowed to go to Hogsmeade with my friends. Anytime, we're together, all you want me to do is either kiss you or sing to you. We never really talk, and when we do, it's about whatever you want. You don't let me give my opinion on anything. And I stuck with you for three fricking years and I have never been so sick of you." She turned away from him once again.