My Best Friend Ana / Marauders Era

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Tom had enough.

This wasn't his day - it wasn't his year.

The perfect hope he had created in his mind with fabricated dreams come true and the perfect life he wished to live this year had shattered on just the third day back. It was a Saturday. Coming back to the castle on Thursday, September 1st had been an advantage due to the fact they had the Friday off. It seemed fantastic...to have a long weekend before the start of the year returned.

He couldn't be further from the truth.

He had made it up to Cass on the night he returned to the castle, making sure to apologise profusely that he hadn't gotten the chance to find her. He didn't realise as he begged for her forgiveness that she was also perfectly capable of finding him during the train ride and she didn't. She thrived in the attention he gave her in sorrow, thrived for his begging and apologies.

She eventually forgave him when she grew bored, and it seemed as though his year was back on track. Nothing seemed to throw him off for an entire day, the Friday was perfect and he had unpacked his trunk - his books in his book bag had their own assigned spot and he even managed to jam in a notebook for his own writing that he could do in his free time.

He spent hours with his friends, finally seeing Mitch and the seven of them spent the day down at the water of the black lake. They told more in-depth stories of summer and Donna spoke about a boy she "fancied the fuck out of" as she put it nicely. Mitch recalled the evening he went to a gig in the heart of London city, in an underground club and managed to sneak his way in with a fake ID but the bouncers on the door hardly noticed, or cared, as he put it.

It was bliss.

He spent the rest of his night with Cass, she was ranting to him and he listened. Kelly, her best friend (he thinks) had said something rude to her...or something along those lines. She twisted the story so much to make her seem like the bad one, he couldn't quite tell what the story really was when she had finished. Regardless, he told her what she wished to hear, and kissed her goodnight when she complained to be tired.

He smiled all the way back to his dorm that night, and everything seemed to finally look up. The weekend was longer than usual, and it was only just beginning, his friends were great and closer than ever and his girlfriend seemed happy and that was all he cared about. Everything was perfect.

Then, it was as though when he woke up the next day...all changed.

He woke up to screaming.

The number of students to a room changed with the number of students that attended Hogwarts each year and when eleven-year-old Tom came to Hogwarts, the first years were teaming with students. There were multiple seventh-year dorms all filled with six students except his. They were the last and there were four of them.

Him, Joel, Marty...and Mason.

Mason was not their friend - never had been and certainly never would be. It had always been a situation of tolerance and Mason was a loose thread waiting to be pulled. The comments he had made in the past had irked Tom to no belief but there had never been enough evidence to prove that his snarky remarks meant anything in such a context to take them badly.

It seemed as though Mason had finally pulled on his own thread, he was mouthing Joel off about him and Marty - saying that their friendship was disgusting because it seemed to be more than a friendship.

Well...Joel had enough. It was his chance to finally get back at Mason for all the things he had said in the past and that ultimately ended in Tom waking up...and getting himself involved. When he heard the vile, rude, evil things that came out of Mason's mouth about his two friends, we couldn't help himself but swing.