My Husband and I

We're Sticking Together.

I was a 5th year Slytherin when Tom and I had been formally introduced. I heard whispers here and there about him. He drove most girls mad with his looks. It was always followed by heartbreak, which is why I was never interested in knowing of him more. Unfortunately for me though, my disinterest in him only made him want me more. He began pursuing me. Growing more and more impatient with every time I rejected him. Eventually I gave in and agreed to 1 date. His whole bad play boy persona really did it for me. How foolish I was back then. 1 date turned into so many I stopped keeping track. He was so sweet. He would always offer me his coat when I got cold. He would walk me to my dorm and kiss me goodnight. By the time we were 7th year things began to change. He started getting more and more angry with me. He'd get upset when I spoke to other boys even if it was for class work or just polite conversation. He didn't like it when I disagreed with him. I let it all slide because I knew he just wanted what's best for me, of course.
Soon though, I thought "I know my own worth, I'm leaving him." But when he walked into that common room on that chilly Thursday evening and he looked at me I went weak. I could never leave Tom, I love him and he loves me too. It's all a misunderstanding.
Whenever we went out he would make snide comments of people he suspected were muggle born or half bloods. He would call them things such as filthy and blood traitors. That should've been a sign. On a particular January night, he invited me out to hang out with his new group of friends. I should've refused.
"Tom we shouldn't be here." I told him as he dragged me into the forbidden forest.
"Shut up, we're fine." He harshly said.
I wish I hadn't. I should've fought to stay out of those woods.
When we arrived they were sitting around a fire laughing. They seem normal I thought.
The next night we went again, this time they spent the night speaking badly of "mud-bloods" as they called them.
"Tom what they're saying isn't okay. It's horrible. Maybe we shouldn't go back." I tell him as he walked me back to my dorm the night before he truly changed my life forever.
"Will you just stop! They are my friends! And those mud bloods deserve everything coming their way for being blood traitors." He spat at me.
"Goodnight Tom." I say turning to go into my room. I've had enough, this time I am done with him! I thought to myself.
Sadly I wasn't.
He proposed the next night. I believed everything he told me.
"You make me a better person. You're my reason for being. I will change for you because I love you. Will you marry me?" He said knelt on one knee in front of the entire dining hall. Slytherins, Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and even Hufflepuffs collectively held their breaths to see what I'd say.
"Yes!" I shouted gleaming with joy and leaping into his arms. Everyone cheered.
My friends would warn me of things they heard him say. About hurting mud bloods. They'd say how he's brainwashing me. I ignored them of course. I simply rolled my eyes and replied, "Me and my husband, we're sticking together."
The day after we graduated from Hogwarts we got married. Tom hadn't allowed me to invite my friends as they talked bad on him, and I agreed. I had my husband, I didn't need those jealous bimbos around anymore.
A few months after we married I wanted a child, but Tom was always too busy gathering new people for what he called a new and pure world. One night I pestered him too much and he got physical with me. I was to blame of course. I should've left him alone. He profusely apologized and swore it wouldn't happen again. He kept his end and he didn't hit me the next time. Instead he choked me unconscious. Again he apologized, but it just kept happening. He told me he loved me. And I believed that he did. Everything he did was out of love. He could simply look at me and I knew it was out of love.
I had gone out to Hogsmeade a day after he'd just left marks on me and ran into an old friend. She noticed what I had tried hard to cover up.
"You can trust me!" She said. "Are you okay? Did Tom do this to you?"
"He didn't mean to. It was an accident. Don't worry so much about me." I said smiling at her.
"Look I was a little hurt that you didn't invite me to your wedding considering we'd been best friends since 1st year but I'm willing to put that aside to help you out if this. Please let me help you." She begged.
I was just too stubborn.
"No need to make a fuss, me and my husband we're doing better." I assured her once more.
We didn't see each other again after that. I stopped leaving the house. Tom saw no need for me to go about parading the town.
I woke up one night to a burning pain in my arm. I whined as I tried to find the source. A dark snake looking tattoo was on my left arm. Tom rushed in asking me what's wrong.
I showed him and he said "Finally."
"Finally?" I asked.
"Yes. Now you can come with me to my meetings you're officially one of us my love. We can truly take over side by side now."
"Take over what?"
"The Wizarding world. We're going to create the perfect new world. With only pure blood wizards and witches. First we get rid of mud bloods then the rest is history."
"Tom no! I don't want to hurt anyone. Please!" I begged him.
He slammed his fist into the nightstand beside me.
"You will do as I say! I am your husband! I wouldn't put you down the wrong path, I love you!"
"You love me..." I say looking down not sure what to believe, but he grabbed my chin forcing me to look back at him.
"Don't you love me?" He asked.
"I do! I love you very much!" I assured him.
"Then get dressed. There's something you need to do first. Bring your wand."
I nod and obey.
He takes me down to the cellar of our home. I'd never been down here. He never allowed it. I could hear a distant agonizing scream. As we got closer a boy laid on the ground behind bars. I gasp.
"Oh you poor thing. Tom help me open this door."
"Sure thing my love." He opened the door and pushed me in locking it again behind me.
"What are you doing?" I asked him clutching the cold bars in my hands.
"Kill him." He demanded.
"What? Tom no. He's just a boy."
"He's a filthy mud blood that's what he is. Now kill him if you truly love me! Or have you changed your mind?"
I turn to face the boy, my wand in hand.
"I'm sorry." I whisper at him.
"No! Please no!" He cried out but me and my husband we're sticking together.
"Avada Kedavra." I said blandly. Instantly killing him. Tears stream down my face but this feeling was only short lived as Tom opened the door and embraced me in a hug.
"See all better." He said kissing me. "Now let's go repeat this to more of his disgusting kind."
Over the course of the next few years, I killed well over 50 mud bloods. That's excluding the ones Tom and his friends killed. But me and my husband we're doing better.
"Darling, where are you going?" I asked him one night as he grabbed his coat.
"I have a new job to do."
"Can I come along?" I had asked just wanting to be near my husband.
He grinned and said of course.
That night, I risked my life for a man who never loved me. Something I learned too late.
The woman we went to see tried killing him, but I couldn't let that happen. She hit me where my heart was as I jumped in front of him. Tom killed her and her husband. He walked over to me and I thought he might hold me in my final moments, but he didn't. He looked at me, shrugged and walked away. I heard a baby's cry. Someone he didn't kill. Someone who lived.
"I love you, Tom." I mumbled into the void.
I lightly placed my arm over my stomach as a goodbye to the child I was finally able to carry but not deliver.