Lemniscate

Twelve

The night went rather smoothly, though Tom insisted on sleeping together, which led to some rather passionate kissing. All in all, though, I can admit that I had my best night's sleep ever. I'm reasonably sure that it was due to Tom's presence, too.
Tom shivers, watching me transfer memories to my small pensive. His eyes are curious, and I mutter, "I'm recording everything that happens to me. I have been since I got back."
Tom chuckles, walking over to me and lightly wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.
"Can you takes a break?" he asks softly, pressing his body into mine. I shiver as his lips find my neck, leaving a small trail of bruises on my tender flesh. I can't stop the soft groan that escapes me, and he chuckles, nuzzling my neck lightly.
"You taste good," he mutters, his tongue gently swiping over a bruise. My body reacts accordingly, but I know that now is not the time.
"Tom," I warn, making him sigh in defeat.
"You're not going to stop me forever, are you?" he whines, and I grin.
"Not forever, love," I kiss him lightly, and go over to our bed, flopping down with a sigh. It feels odd to be here, though it feels even more strange to have literally nothing that I need to be doing. I haven't had this kind of free time, ever. It feels different. I like it, though.
Tom lies beside me, pulling me close. I snuggle into his warm body, and drift off.

Dark, cold, pain. I slowly open my eyes, only to see a gruesome scene. Tom lies next to me, a bloody smile carved into his cheeks, his eyes seemingly closed, but on further inspection, I see that they are completely gone. I gasp, shivering.
Cold laughter echoes around the room, and I look up. There, I see one of my greatest fears; a knife wielding Albus Dumbledore. He grins, approaching slowly.
"What have I told you, Harry? You belong to me!" And with that, the world goes black.

A few minutes (or hours) later, my eyes snap open, and I sit up. My body is drenched in sweat. This worries me slightly, as I haven't had a nightmare like that since I came back. Tom looks at me in surprise, gently pulling me to his chest when he sees the state that I'm in.
"Are you okay?" he asks softly, running his fingers through my hair. I shiver, the thought of his bloody face consuming my thoughts. Fear floods through me, and I bury my face in his chest. I don't want to lose him again. Never again...
"Harry?" Tom murmurs, obviously worried. I move closer.
"I'm sorry... Just give me a minute," I choke out, shaking. We sit there for a moment, then I pull away to wipe my tears.
"Nightmare," I say softly, regaining my composure. Tom smirks.
"Coming from the future didn't make you fearless then?" with that, the tension breaks, and the atmosphere in the room lightens. I let out a quiet chuckle, and Tom sighs in relief.
"Poor dear," he mutters, "Don't worry, I'll protect you," I smile, allowing him to hug me again. After a moment, I can hear Sev calling us, and realize that it's already morning. Tom growls a little, but gets up when I do. I grin, and we walk down to the kitchen.