Neither Can Survive (Tomarry)

Chapter Eleven

!!!Trigger Warning!!! Gore/Death

I sit up suddenly, shaking.

"Babe?!" Blaise screams, tackling me with a hug. It takes me a moment to realize what's happening, but I hug him back. 

"Blaise," I wheeze. 

"Is your head alright? Madam Pomfrey said it was bleeding...did you hit it?"

"Okay, okay, that's enough Mr. Zambini," Madam Pomfrey gently pries Blaise off of me, pushing him away. "The headmaster wishes to speak with Mr. Potter," 

Blaise almost puts up a fight, but when Dumbledore walks into the room, he's a completely different person. His back is ridged, his face blank. "Headmaster," Blaise bows, leaving the room. He gives me one last sad look, and then closes the door behind himself. 

"Harry, my boy," Dumbledore says, as he sits down in the chair near my bed. "Don't do this, you scared a lot of people on the train,"

"What do you mean, professor?" I fake innocence. Well, that's half true. I'm not really sure what happened on the train after Tom took over.  I don't really care if I scared Ron, he's always scared. He probably was talking to Dumbledore about it, making it a hundred times more then what it actually was. 

"Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger are worried about you...they're saying you're acting different," There goes that stupid twinkling in his eyes. Always pretending to show he cares. "And honestly, my boy....I see it to."

"Well, I mean-" I try and think. "I...I did go through a lot during the summer, and everything with Voldemort, and me trying to figure out how to save the wizarding world...it's hurting me...a lot," I choke. I don't even have to pretend for this part. It's actually how I feel. The man in front of me pretends to care....but all he caresabout is making himself look good! It's bloody annoying-

"Harry, whom are you bonded to?" He looks straight at me, and then to my shirtless chest, where Tom and I became one. I feel every ounce of my body try to leave his grip. Where his eyes look, my skin feeling as though it's on fire. "It cannot be Mr. Zambini,"

"And if it is?" I snap, jerking my body away. He was so close to touching it, touching only what Tom can touch. "It doesn't matter, we love each other!"

"Harry...it cannot be Mr. Zambini, because he did not have a mark."

Shit.

'Shit.'

"Shit- uh,"

'Don't do anything, I have an idea...It's going to hurt and be- invasive..." I nod slightly, feeling Dumbledore grab my shoulders. His palm grazes the mark, and suddenly I feel frozen. My head is thrown back, hitting the pillow hard. Tom is whispering something, a spell I've never heard before.

My vision starts to go white, and everything is violently shaking. I'm not in control of my body anymore. It's as though something else is. A monster..?

Third Person

Harry appears to have been hit it the body locking spell. But it was actually a spell Tom had never used before. He studied it for a few months, but hasn't had time to actually practice it on someone else. He hopes it works, he doesn't want to hurt Harry...or worse, kill him. 

At that moment, Tom only wants one person dead.

The man that kept sending Harry to that house, knowing everything his so called 'family' was doing to him. He refused to save him. Now it's time to turn the tables. 

"Kill him, Harry," Tom hisses, the language of the snake slipping easily off his lips. 

Harry's body suddenly stops, his breath is labored.