I knew the moment I first kissed him, that he would condemn me, that I would drag myself through broken glass for him. I just was not sure if he would stay long enough to pull the jagged pieces out.
I never imagined that instead, he would push the...
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In his brief existence, Tom had seldom experienced the searing grip of fear. If he were to reflect upon his life, he could only recall two instances when fear had coursed through his veins.
First, had been when Arwen had impulsively, albeit unknowingly had inadvertently made herself into his Horcrux. He still remembered her blood-curdling screams as the spell had taken effect, ripping apart a chunk of her soul and replacing it with his own. He had been scared—for her life.
Yet it was the second occasion that eclipsed the first in its gripping intensity. Time halted as his gaze fell upon Arwen, who knelt upon the earth, her fragile form enfolded by the cruel grip that Verita had on her. The sight sent his mind into a blind rage, and his body moved of its own accord as his wand surged into his grasp, its hilt embraced with a vice-like ferocity. "Avada Kedavra!" he bellowed, his voice a chilling blend of urgency and resolve.
The unforgivable curse hit Verita straight in the chest, and she stumbled from the impact causing her hold on Arwen to vanish. The girl heaved as soon as she could inhale air into her lungs once again, clutching her chest with shaky hands, and watching warily as Vera groaned from the impact. Arwen knew that since Vera was not a creature of mortal kind, the curse did not kill her, but merely knock her off her feet.
Tom was instantly at her side. "Arwen?" He asked with panic coating his voice. "Arwen!"
"I'm alright. I'm good."
His heart staggered at her frail voice, but she was alive, she was alive. Tom kept repeating the thought over and over again in his head like a mantra, lest he forgot it and descend into panic again. From somewhere behind him, he heard Rosier let out a throat-wrenching scream.
His eyes rose from Arwen's crumbled state and fell on the red-clad woman, who was heaving into the ground from the impact of his spell. The onyx of his eyes narrowed into slits, resembling that of an angry snake that was ready to strike its teeth and shoot venom into its prey. His hand clutched his wand in a tight grip, his knuckles turning white from the force of his clutch.
His voice was deathly calm as he spoke— "Crucio."
The woman writhed, attempting to push back against the spell before it could take a permanent hold around her and succumb her to pain. But she had been weakened in her momentary slip of defence, hence the unforgivable fought its way through her protective shield and wrapped her body in a blanket of agony.
Aevuma turned at the sound of her companion's shriek and her eyes widened in horror at the sight. She deflected a curse that Walburga had sent her way and attempted to flee to Vera's defence, yet the Knights of Walpurgis kept her occupied, their onslaught of spells leaving Aevuma helplessly torn between her opponents and Vera.
