Neither Can Survive (Tomarry)

Chapter Three

It took a while, but after I finally calmed down, Tom apparated us to the worst place on earth: Number four, Privet Drive. 

"This is where you grew up?" Tom whispers, disgust evident in his voice. He's underneath the invisibility cloak, so he can come inside with me. I shush him, shaking everything out. My anxiety is through the roof, and it takes a lot of courage to knock on the door.

I waited there silently, hoping my uncle opens the door first.

Sadly, it's Aunt Petunia. Her nose scrunched up as though she just smelled something foul while taking out the trash. "I thought you ran off, freak,"

Crack...

"Well, I thought so too...but I guess I didn't really know where else to go," I shrug, walking past her into the house. 

I make my way up the stairs into the bedroom that held all my things. I made sure to kept the door open just long enough for Tom to enter. I flop on the bed, checking my watch. "I have about...thirty minutes before they call me down to make them dinner,"

"Oh, so you're asking me for a plan?" Tom smiles slyly. 

"Yeah...I guess I am,"

"Take this vial and put it in their food...It'll knock them out long enough for us to take them back to the manor,"

"What is it?" I ask, pocketing the potion.

He makes his way towards me, pushing a stray piece of my hair behind my ear. He leans down, lips touching said ear, his breath hot. "Something much more powerful than a sleeping potion your healer uses in school,"

"Let's hope it knocks out my whale of a cousin and uncle." I shiver, trying to remind myself where I am. 

For a few minutes, I have some time to think. Tom wonders around my room, looking at everything. He picks pieces of papers up, reading through some of my books. He even looks through Hedwig's cage. Sadly, the peace and quiet doesn't last as long as I hoped. 

"Freak! Comedown here and make us tea!" 

Crack...

"Yea, yea," I growl, walking downstairs to start preparing a meal for the people who've been abusing and using me my entire life. Hopefully this'll be the last time I'll ever do this...for anyone.

I was told to make spaghetti for dinner, thankfully something easy. I quickly look around the corner, making sure Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon don't see me pour the potion into their food.

Fifteen minutes later, the food is all done, and I bring the plates into the dinning room. I try my hardest to keep my excitement down. I place the plates in front of each of them, getting a death glare from my Uncle, because apparently the 'pasta is too cold'.

I start to sit down at the table, bringing my own plate with me, but Vernon has other plans. He takes my plate from me, and adds it to Dudley's. "Up to your bedroom, boy! You have chores to do after our meal, because you decided to leave," He spits, shoveling food into his fat face. 

Crack...

I feel myself tense. It's getting harder to control myself...

"Yea, okay, sure..." I say darkly, walking up the stairs. I don't go all the way up, so I'm still able to hear them in the dinning room. Tom took the cloak off, and was quietly looking at all the pictures of Dudley. 

Finally, after what felt like hours, I hear three thumps on the table. I smile, making my way into the room to see if they're all fully asleep. "Finally, Tom! Come here, I'm going to need help,"