Chapter Sixty-One: Hostages in New York City

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We accept the love we think we deserve.
― Stephen Chbosky

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Strolling through Hogsmeade, I watch as Tom made his way through the crowd towards me. He gave me a curt nod, and I inwardly swear.

Tom had settled in well throughout the past week. We had stepped out into Hogsmeade to relax a bit from our part-time jobs only to realize we were being followed again.

"WHO the hell are these stupid ass witches messing with my girl!!??" Abaddon screeches, making a small smile perch on my lips.

"I have no idea." I muse back at him, watching as Tom strides to my side.

"You read their minds?" I whisper to him, and he nods.

"They were appointed by the head of the Auror Office to keep an eye on us." He admits and my eyes furrow in confusion. I'd read the mind of the woman eyeing us a couple of meters away.

"The person I read isn't an Auror." I hiss at him, and he realizes the same thing that I do.

"Grindelwald." We both say at the same time.

"Shite." I curse. "Let's get out of here, Tom," I demand and he shakes his head.

"No. Let's see what they want." He hisses, grabbing my forearm and hauling me behind him.

"Tom! TOM!" I snap, ripping my hand from his grasp. "Are you crazy!? There are seven ministry officials here!" I hiss, and he shrugs.

"So. We can take them." He shrugs. "At least I can. I don't know about you, little girl." He snarls, and I flinch back in surprise.

"Little girlllll come out come out wherever you areeeee."

"Little girl. I am going to find youuuuu."

"DON'T LET ME FIND YOU, LITTLE GIRL!! I WILL KILL YOU!"

My hands shake slightly as I retract them. "Tom," I say slowly, and then I glare at him. "If you ever call me that again, I will gauge your stupid little eyes out with my nonexistent nails and rip them apart in my bare hands as you stand and watch with empty eye sockets!" I snarl, eyes blazing in anger and fear.

Tom looks at me like I was mental. "Dumbledore, we have a real problem on our hands." He snaps. "And you are standing here worrying about me calling you a little-"

"DON'T SAY IT!" I yell, shoving him. "Do you have any idea how many nightmares I have of him calling me that." I sap and realization dawns in Tom's eyes, and he stares at me silently.

"The man that abused you as a child?" He drawls, and I swallow hard, eyes glancing up at him. I see the woman suddenly move towards us, and I grab Tom's hand, linking my arm in his and whirling us around to walk in the opposite direction.

"Dumbledore what-?"

"She's coming this way." I hiss at Tom, who was giving me an industrious look.

"Grindelwald's follower?"

"Yep." I nod, and he scoffs.

"Why are we running away then?"

"Because ministry officials are staring at us and do you remember the last time we got involved with Grindelwald?!"

"No, I lost my memory of the time we both fought of him and his followers twice or raided The Black Circle and tortured hundreds of serial killers because he put a bounty on our damn heads." He says dryly, making me glare at him.

"Glad to know that your arrogance hasn't affected your capacity to actually think." I snarl.

"You never answered my question before," Tom asks in his cold tone, releasing my hold from his arm and shoving me in front of him.

"Tom!" I hiss at him in surprise, whirling around to stare at him. I stop him in his tracks with my bewildered gaze.

"Is the man who called you little girl, the man who hurt you as a kid?" He bluntly asks, eyes hard, staring at me. I stumble back at his words, and I'm sure he saw the hurt in my eyes. "Is he?" He asks again.

"I don't want to answer you." I breathe, hand going to rub my chest.

"But you did." He points to the hand on my chest. "You already answered me." He scoffs, a matter of factly.

I shake my head. "I said nothing. You know nothing." I snap at him, instantly going on the defence. He shrugs and moves around me.

"I care not." He muses, eyes darting around, searching for the people keeping tabs on us.

"Why did you ask then!?" I demand, catching up to him. "Are you trying to dig up my old wounds!" I snarl. He gives me a look.

"As if I would care about something that hurt you, Dumbledore. You act like a child, so no wonder the man who hurt you called you a little girl. Because you are one."

I shove him to the side, my wand aimed at his neck. "I warned you, Riddle."

"What are you going to do, Dumple?" He sneers, eying me is distasteful curiosity. "Don't cause a scene, little girl. Else someone might lock you up for underage magic." He sneers.

The barrel to the side of us explodes.

Tom turns around to stare between me and the barrel in shock, his eyebrow furrowed in confusion.

"Test me again, Riddle and next time, that'll be your head." I snarl, my eyes flashing black for barely a second. In that second, Tom had stepped back, staring at me in bewilderment. He'd seen the darkness in me. He'd recognized what had happened and remembered the first time he had seen me.

I stride away, my blue eyes locking on a ministry official who had stared at me for too long for it to just be a casual gaze. Unless he was a pedophile and then beating him up wouldn't be a bad thing either.

"You are not attacking him in public." Tom scoffs, grabbing my arm and hurling me away from my warpath.

"Why not!?" I snarl, and he sighs, rubbing the place between his brows.

"We get him somewhere alone, and then we torture it out of him. He's not a good Auror. Not as good as Scamander and Zabini," He states, and I nod.

"Sounds good to me. I suddenly feel the need to punch someone." I glare up at the Slytherin. He rolls his eyes.

"I wonder why?" He quips, making me shove him.

"I have a plan." I muse silently and retract my wand back into my ponytail. "Stay in the alley. I'll get him to come over to you and then all you have to do is knock him out." I state. "What about her?" I muse, eyes going to the woman watching us a distance away.

"I'll take care of her. Should be easy." He scoffs lip curling up in disgust.

"Great. Leave some torturing for me....I'm in the mood for chaos." Tom eyes me amused and nods.

We split ways, and I start my running towards the ministry official. My eyes whelm with tears at my disposition, and the darkness vanishes, instantly an air of innocence and grief replaces it.

"H-HELP ME!" I screech, grabbing the official's arm. "S-someone has been following me!! PLEASE HELP!!!" I scream, catching the attention of everyone around us.

"Miss. What seems to be the problem?" He asks, his eyes instantly recognizing me as the girl he was supposed to be following.

"I just TOLD YOU!!" I scream, and with everyone's eyes on me, I see Tom knock out Grindelwald's follower who'd be tailing us.

He apparates her away in the midst of the chaos I was spewing, and I had to hide my smirk.

"SOMEONE IS FOLLOWING ME!!! HE'S GOING TO HURT ME!!" I sob out. "HELP!!!" I scream again.

"Oh, dear, help the girl!!" An elderly woman demands at the flustered Auror who I knew was calling my act bullshit.

"Yes, HELP HER!!"

"Hurry and catch the man!"

"You're an Auror!!"

"She can't use magic yet!! She's underage!"

The shouts of protest attack him and he looking from me, the screaming, wailing girl in hysterias, to the rest of his fellow Aurors. They were supposed to be undercover, so they all acted like they didn't know him.

"Alright! ALRIGHT!" He booms, brown eyes exasperated. He runs a frustrated hand through his black hair and nods. "Where is he?" He demands and I point into the alley.

"OVER THERE!!" I screech, making him cringe at my tone.

"I remember why I decided to possess you now." Abaddon chortles in my head as I lead the Auror into the abandoned alley. Everyone had dispersed, upon him agreeing to help me. The crowd I'd gathered was so big that the second it'd come undone, the rest of the Aurors were stuck pushing their way through the crowd.

Tom appears in our line of sight, and the man pauses, staring at us in confusion. A wariness enters his stance. He points his wand at the pair of us. "What game are you playing!?" He demands.

"Stupefy." Tom's voice sends out the spell, but the man easily blocks it. However, he misses the same spell that I had sent at him.

He slumps over in a dead faint.

"It's because you can be awfully terrifying sometimes," Abaddon admits.

Tom grabs his shoulder and places another on mine, before apparating us away. We land in an abandoned old muggle building somewhere in New York. All it took was a glance outside to recognize the city I was in.

The woman was strapped to a chair, unconscious, and Tom had already placed protective enchantments everywhere.

We strap the man to a chair, holding him hostage just like Grindelwald's follower.

"Nice screeching, banshee." Tom snorts, and I grin at him.

"Thanks. I thought so too." I muse. "We make a good team." I ponder summoning two chairs and sitting on one, crossing my arms and legs as we waited for the pair of them to wake up.

Tom sits on the other chair, placing an ankle on his knee. Crossing his own arms, he stares at our captures, and a cruel smirk twitches upwards on his lips. His next words come out so confident, I smile.

"We really are."Β 

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
― William Shakespeare

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