Thread: Time Asunder (HP)- Lady/Moon

Tom was scowling as he picked up the sheet of parchment that Margo's spell had set to. it was a spell that all healers knew how to do, it listed all current and past damages so that a healer could work around or through previous injuries or curses. it also listed things they might not know about, like potions that may have been ingested, allergies, and other such things. ... Great Salzar the almighty. Tom whispered, his eyes glowing dangerously. unlike what most people thought, Tom wasn't really THAT bad of a guy. sure he hated everyone, but he did do his small part to protect the firsties. there was one thing, one thing that drove Tom into a rage more than anything, and that was Child Abusers. he wasn't in much of a position to help anyone, being that he was poor and not politically powerful, but Abraxas usually took care of that for him. still to have Tom speak in that tone now... it meant that the young man before them had a very long history of abuse. he was being beaten as young as the age of three! Tom raged, flinging the Parchment about in his fury, forgetting all about the fact that the said boy was probobly bleeding to death on the floor of the potions room. Tom was single minded that way. Your right, it is Phoenix Fire. Margo agreed. and he has a lot of Phoenix tears in his system. fresh, right from the bird. the tears are killing the venom and repairing some of the worst of the nerve damage but he's still bleeding heavily. she admitted, casting spell after spell before looking up at Tom who had paused. Don't pick him up. he's extremely sensitive at the moment. Margo warned. the slightest touch could send him into convulsions. she admitted, Tom nodding as he waved his wand, lifting the messy haired, bloodied up, mud covered boy off the floor using a levitation spell. magic was wonderful. Margo led the way to the Slytherin common rooms, casting spells constantly to keep the boy from bleeding out. as they reached the Slytherin rooms, one of Tom's 'minions', a young man of no importance, offered his bed to the badly hurt individual, who moaned in agony as he was laid out on the ever so soft bed. emerald eyes fluttered open and latched onto Abraxas, the emerald eyes fixed on silver as if trying to search deep in his soul. it was Tom who moved first. Don't look him in the eyes Brax... he's using Legilemency. which should have been impossible, Tom had taught Brax himself. the emerald eyed boy grimaced and then smiled. Shit Fawks... you dafty bird... you didn't take me back far enough. he complained before coughing hard enough that flecks of blood splattered his lips before he passed out again, Margo blinking at the boy. Fawks? what an... odd name. she muttered softly. still, his own magic has kicked in, the bleeding is stopping, now we just have to worry about the dislocated knee, broken shoulder, and the nerve damage. she muttered, looking up as Headmaster Dippet and Deputy Headmaster Dumbledore appeared in the doorway with the healer. the other 'gawkers' quickly streamed out leaving only Tom, Brax, Margo and the kid who seamed to be too powerful for his own good. one thing was for sure, not even Dumbledore could get into the boys mental defenses. Headmaster. has Professor Scrimgeor woken up yet or do you need an explanation? Tom asked curiously, glancing at Dumbledore. He mentioned... Fawks. Tom admitted suddenly and Dumbledore's eyes widened. Dumbledore was a young, springy thing, but he still had Fawks as a constant companion. Dumbledore turned to Dippet, curious about the man's thoughts on the boys sudden appearance. Scrimgeor had indeed calmed enough to tell the 'rulers of the school' what had happened.