His Mark [Tom Riddle's son] DISCONTINUED

Cordelia - Payback

His Mark
[Knowledge is Power]

30th November 2016
Wednesday 

"Ow! What the bleeding-" I cut off my curse word after a stern look from Juliet.
"Shh!" She hissed back, as if I needed any reminding how this scene would go.

At least once, if not twice every day I would be unsuspectedly dragged out of sight from Malcolm by Juliet or Rosaline, diverting my thinking pattern like homework, food or the plot line from the lastest book.
I was under watch twenty four seven and I swear that Juliet had roped the boys into it. Walks to the bathroom, lake or anywhere were severely limited and I was mostly cooped up in the Slytherin dorms.
Needless to say I was sick of the eerily green.

"Is this necessary? Really, all this..."
I shook my hands in a frustrated gesture, referring to all the exaggerated protective measures that have been put in place.
"What are you talking about, look you didn't want to get the teachers involved for some goddamn reason, so you'll have to put up with us if you want to be safe."

That struck a guilty chord.
But still...

"Oh my god, Daniel is kissing another girl!"
I gasped in mock horror,gesturing over her shoulder.
"What the actual HELL!" Juliet shrieked, and as planned took the bait, allowing me to escape her watchful gaze and disappear into the passing crowd.

"Sorry Jules..." I muttered to myself as I swiftly let myself be lost in the crowd. The crowd, instead of being overbearing and crowded, was like water. I navigated myself through it to the courtyard,into fresh air.

It was a rather chilly day even though the sun was shining, as if  it's rays were frozen and only giving me it's light and withholding the warmth.
I spread my cloak out on the damp grass by the lake so my bottom half wouldn't get wet and closed my eyes in blissful silence.

It was rare, to enjoy moments by myself, to devote time to my thoughts alone. To hear birds,the wind, the lapping of the giant squid-

"There she is!"

My eyes snapped open, cold,icy blood running through my body. I sprung to my feet, one hand reaching for my wand,drawing it out, taking comfort in the rough texture in my hand. I had landed instinctively in a dueling position,curses,hexes,jinxes running through my head but all rejected as I finally faced the one I had been running away from.

Malcolm had a satisfied smirk on his face, one that resembled a wolf cornering his prey. He twirled his wand between his hand, throwing it and catching it in an almost mesmerizing fashion. Two of his companions made a semi circle around me,trapping me between the half frozen lake.

Dammit.
The Shield charm was too advanced for my age and the only curses and hexes were dark,illegal magic that I only  know by theory, and if I pulled them off I could land in serious trouble with the Ministry. Running away was foolish as I was no match for the prowess of three teenage boys.

Besides I was tired of running.

"Well,well,well. Look what we have here." Malcolm said in a darkly amused tone.

Cliche.
He's been rehearsing this in his mind for a while.

"The little missy has finally come out of her hole."
"Wha-what do you want?" What came out was a weak and high whimper.

Dammit, that sounded much stronger in my mind!

Malcolm and his entourage bursted into laughter, mimicking my pathetic tone. I used this as an opportunity to scan for any openings, or anything that could lighten my dire situation.

"What I want?," he started after he finished laughing,"is payback for Halloween, little bitch."
"Sorry?" I offered timidly.
"Not cutting it," he replied with a nasty smirk.
"You're actually quite cute. I bet you're real submissive. Well," his smirk widened and his wand rose.
"Let's find out. Stupi-"
"WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!"

It was a snap and bang decision. When his wand twitched upwards, my wrist and mind snapped back to the last spell in Charms I was practising and I heard the incantation come out of my mouth before it registered in my mind.
Malcolm flew up in the air, screaming obscenities while his entourage yelped in surprise.

"Oh shoot."

"What the HELL are you doing you little-" I shielded my eyes to look up at him. He was dangling like a rag doll from his ankle, his cloak and robes covering his face and exposing his midriff.

"Don't even think about it!" I yelled as I noted a flash of a wand being drawn at me.
"If I'm shot then he goes in the lake!"

My mind quickly analysed my situation.
It was a standoff.
The only reason why Malcolm’s goons haven't attack yet was because of my leverage. I could control Malcolm, frighten him.

That was more of a leverage then I thought.

"GET ME DOWN!