Turn to Stone

Selling out
Is not my thing
Walk away
I won't be broken again
I'm not
I'm not what you think

Dream away your life
Someone else's dream
Nothing equals nothing

Letting go
Is not my thing
Walk away
Won't let it happen again
I'm not
I'm not very smart

Why should I feel sad
For what I never had
Nothing equals nothing

Turn to stone
Lose my faith
I'll be gone
Before it happens

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Chapter 5 - Flesh and Blood

Allura sighed as he opened the door, finding someone else out there waiting to go inside. "What were you doing in there, Snape?" said Tom suspiciously.

"I ... I was just t-telling her we were l-l-leaving, my Lord," Snape stammered.

Tom grinned, eyeing Allura. "You may leave us, Malcolm," he said simply, Snape walking out; surprised they were going on first-name terms again. Tom drew his attention to his sister again, approaching her slowly. Allura frowned as her brother sat next to her on the bed with a grin still on his face.

"I hate you," she said suddenly.

Tom blinked, mildly surprised by the random outburst. "Oh, I´m just torn to pieces," he countered mockingly. "You think I didn´t know that? Damn you´re slow. I suggest you get off your lazy ass and pack up whatever you may have; well, if there is anything you have. When I found you it was like looking at someone had run over you. Really a sad sight, Allura. Wish I could´ve taken a picture." His grin turned malicious like the day before, both recalling their duel.

Allura backed away slightly, watching him as he clenched his wand tightly after finishing. "I´m guessing that if you know me so well, you should realize I have nothing with me except my clothes. And even those could be replaced."

"What do I look like, a shopping mall? And if you´re ready then get up so we can leave. You´re slowing us down. We could´ve been at Durmstrang hours ago."

Allura stood up, glaring at him menacingly. Tom blinked, wondering what she was doing. "Well. Voldemort isn´t a shopping mall? I thought differently. And what´s this about slowing you down? If I´m just your little problem, my `Lord,´ WHY IN BLOODY HELL DID YOU BRING ME HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE?!" Allura screamed, grabbing her wand and sticking it in front of him threateningly. Tom, not amused, quietly moved her hand away from her face, making her look in his eyes. Allura paused for a moment, waiting for what he would do.

Silently Tom moved his hand to her chin, lifting her face centimeters from his. "Because," he said softly, wrapping his other arm around her, "your hate for me is as strong as my love for you." Forcefully he pressed his lips to hers, ignoring her protestant cries. After a moment he stopped and let go of her, smiling slyly at her disgusted face. "Enjoyed that, I see. Care for one more?"

Allura growled under her breath, feeling ready to lunge at him. Swiftly Tom blocked the attack, clutching her arms to her sides and holding them tight, making her groan in pain. "If you don´t," he spoke slowly, a hungry look in his eyes, "want these clothes of yours," he grinned, touching her shirt lightly, Allura´s eyes widening, "I´d be happy to get them off your hands. Your chest, I should say." He stared at her greedily.

Allura gasped, trying to back away. "You wouldn´t ..."

"Try me." Tom grinned still, suddenly ripping off her sleeves. "Don´t need those anymore, now, do we?" He laughed at his joke, moving his hand through her hair. He looked down at her jeans and shoes, thinking about something. "What else can we take off ... hmm, hmm, hmm ..."

Allura frowned. "You have a sick mind, Tom. A sick mind."

He laughed again at this. "You´re telling me things I already know, Allura. Quit trying to insult me with things I take as compliments." Tom moved his hand lightly over her exposed skin, tearing slowly some fabric keeping the shirt around her neck and ripping it off. He gazed softly at her as the shirt fell to the ground, her fearful eyes watching him. For a moment there was silence as Tom moved his hand on her skin, staring into her eyes. "Pity, Allura," he breathed finally, "You´re not at all what I expected. Though I guess these are your thoughts on me as well. Strange that great minds think alike, don´t they?" He grinned, thinking of something. "Strange, Allura; you haven´t tried struggling ever since I came inside. I guess you know that would only make this more painful."

Allura muttered something under her breath, Tom stopping for a moment and looking at her oddly. "What was that, Allura? Come now, speak up." He began putting his hands on her, awaiting her answer.

Allura groaned softly, muttering something again. "You´re just sick, Tom. Just sick."

Tom laughed at this. "You´ve already established that. You know I don´t mind it." He stopped again, moving his hand to her face and making her look at him. "Are you telling me ... you don´t mind it ... either?" Allura´s eyes filled with shock, she shaking her head furiously. "What´s this? You don´t mind? Good to hear." Tom reached for her, about to kiss her again. Suddenly he heard voices outside, calls from the Death Eaters that nightfall was approaching. (A/N: I´m picturing that, since Allura doesn´t have a watch in her room, it was about 8:00 pm when she talked w/Snape. Sorry if I didn´t mention that earlier.) Tom groaned to himself then shouted to them something Allura didn´t understand, making them leave. He turned back to Allura. "It is my deepest sorrow to tell you that I cannot make this moment any more enjoyable than it is already. It seems I´ve lost track of time. There are bigger matters than dealing with than you, my dear." He smirked at the defiant look she gave him. "Come now, it´s on to Durmstrang for us. And do get your shirt on."

* * *

Tom left abruptly, giving her a "goodbye kiss" on the way out. Allura was trying to cover herself as he opened the door, and waited until he went out to start spitting. "God, that man is such a pervert!" Allura cried, washing her mouth in the sink. After about fifteen times, she stopped and looked around for anything resembling another shirt. "Why did he have to rip my shirt on such short circumstances?! He knows I don´t have any other shirts!" she yelled irritably, rummaging everywhere. Finally she decided to let her wand do the talking, and pointed it to her shirt, and what she thought were "nonsense words" came into her mind again. Allura spoke them softly, and soon enough her shirt was in repair. It also felt much lighter than usual when she put it back on. Regretfully she walked out into the open again, sighing at the sight before her.

Death Eaters were waiting for her, and they told her to hold onto them as they apparated. One of them, Allura noted, was Snape, the other Avery. She smiled at them weakly, feeling herself being lifted up. In a flash, she was surrounded by stonewalls instead of dense forest. Tom, at the front of the crowd, grinned towards Allura, saying to the rest, "We are here to repay Karkaroff for his impudence. Send him to me, alive and unharmed. Kill the rest." Allura seemed confused, eyeing Tom as he gave her a wide grin. "I´m going to be giving Allura here a little tour."

Soon enough the Death Eaters departed, scattering about the school. Around her, Allura heard screams and some evil laughter. She looked around at the tapestries on the walls, taking everything in slowly. Suddenly someone put their hand on her shoulder, making her turn around.

"We´ll take the scenic route, hmm? Away from the noise?" Tom grinned, kissing her softly. Allura pushed him back, though, and glared at him.

"Quit doing that," she warned, clutching her wand.

Tom laughed. "One, if I were you, I wouldn´t be arguing. Two, I´m not in the mood to duel with you. Three, I just couldn´t stand to see you in as much pain as last time."

"You´d just like to see me at your feet begging for mercy, is that it?" Allura glared knowingly.

Tom grinned. "Already you´re getting to know me. Come with me, now. Time to refresh your memory." But as he grabbed for her, Allura ducked and ran the other way, rushing up the stairs. "COME BACK HERE!" he yelled, but she kept running, going down different hallways and running through doors. She heard screams around her, her footprints turning bloody after stepping through one of the corridors. After a moment she entered some classrooms, finding them filled with dead bodies of students and teachers. Shocked at this, she tried to avoid stepping on them and reached for other doors, finding another room full of students, all of them alive and well.

They gazed at her blankly, a professor in the room doing the same. "Who are you?" he asked, raising his wand.

Quickly Allura shook her head and turned around, locking the door. Looking back at them, she explained, "We have to get out of here. Now. A dark wizard´s inside here and he´s going to kill you if you don´t get out! Already some of your colleagues and classmates are dead. Look at my shoes!" Some of them stared at her now red boots, covering their mouths in shock.

But at this the professor shook his head, staring at her confusedly. "What are you talking about? No one can get in here that easily. How did you get here?"

Again Allura looked around in panic. "You don´t understand! It´s ... well, you would call him Voldemort." The students gasped at this. "We have to get out of here! You have to listen to me!" But they were staring at her in fear, Allura thinking that they assumed she was working for her brother. "You can trust me. I´m not on Voldemort´s side! You´re wasting time! He could be here any minute now!"

"Actually I´ve been here two minutes," said a cold voice behind her. Allura turned around slowly, eyes widening, Tom grinning at her in return. "Let go of you for one second and you run off. Tsk, tsk, Allura. What´s the matter? Don´t like hanging around with your brother? Or is there something you´re not telling me? Bet it´s not anything a little pain couldn´t cure." His face turned grim. But as he reached for his wand, Allura ran towards the window, pointing her own wand at her neck.

"Give me a reason to do it, and I will."

Tom stopped in his tracks, staring disbelievingly at her. "You wouldn´t," he murmured, walking towards her. At this Allura broke the glass behind her, Tom stopping again.

"Try me," she mocked, leaning back towards the edge of the stone window. "Don´t need me anymore, now, do we?" Allura said sarcastically again, repeating the words Tom had said to her.

He sighed impatiently, trying to keep his anger from controlling him. "Allura, calm down. You´re not acting like yourself. I didn´t mean -"

"But you did," she interrupted, Tom shutting up. "Quit trying to insult me with things I take as compliments, Tom," Allura mimicked again, sitting up.

"Is this just your way of getting back at me for that night? It´s really not amusing." Tom put his hands to his sides, staring at her exasperatedly. Two Death Eaters came in suddenly, holding someone tightly.

"My Lord, we´ve caught him. Now what -" But they were stopped by the sound of students´ screams, Tom turning back around to the window. His sister was gone.

"Allura!"he yelled, rushing to the window. He stared at the ground, searching for her body. Tom knew that she couldn´t have survived; they were 10 stories from the ground. Finally he found something in a tree, it seeming to be dangling from it. Allura fell to the ground in a pool of blood.