Back To The Future (t.m.r.)

back to the future (t.m.r.)

tom stumbled as you harshly pulled him by his robes, basically dragging him down the corridor. 

“(y/n), this is completely inappropriate. I have rounds to complete.” he says impatiently, irritated that you pulled him away from his prefect duties. quite literally.

but you were unbothered.

“that should be the least of your concerns riddle. I have something to show you.” the slytherin was taken aback by the sternness in your voice, but that didn't stop him from smirking. “well you should've just said that you wanted-”

“shh! now hold still.” you instruct him. giving your surroundings one more scan, you pull off your house tie. he gives you an odd look.

“trust me,” you say in a much gentler tone. tom is reluctant at first, but eventually stops moving around after seeing the look in your eyes.

“I saw something in the future,” you explain, covering his eyes and tying the fabric behind his head. “and I need to show you, but I don't want you seeing the other things.”

“am I in a febreeze commercial?”

you put the silver chain of the time turner around your neck, and tom gives the smallest flinch when he feels the cold metal of the pair go around his own. you twist the turner and watch the world whirl around you, grabbing the stalky boy’s wrist as he stumbles. you watch the successful parts of riddle’s plan of domination unfold around you. the parts you didn't want him to see. 

“what is going on?” he asked loudly over the drafts of wind. before you could respond you recognized the preliminary scenes to Voldemort’s downfall. the battle of Hogwarts. a gust of window pushed your body into tom’s, and he wrapped his arms around you instinctively. holding onto you, the force threw him onto his back.

“are you alright?” he asked, pulling the blindfold off.

“yes,” you responded. the familiar sounds of bricks falling, explosions, and curses being cast by students, parents, faculty, and death eaters alike shred through your ears.

“lets go.” you scramble to your feet and pull the boy up hastily. this was only part of what you wanted to show him.

***

nagini slithered her way beside her master-pale, bald, and noseless. he was a walking version of the snake.

“is that-” 

“shh..” you pulled tom lower, behind the pile of grey stones, but he continued to try to get a better look. curiosity killed the cat, but it would not kill the tom or the (y/n), you decided. 

"this is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you,” you tell yourself.

“what?” he whispers not tearing his eyes from his future self. you jab riddle in the throat with two fingers, making him choke, allowing you to pull him down with the blindfold around his eyes and place the necklace on him.

tom collapsed on the cold stone floor of 1940′s Hogwarts, gasping for air. you dusted your robes off and took the tie off him, filled with remorse.

“I'm sorry tom, I just wanted-”

“I end up bald?” he looks at you in disbelief. you look at him strangely.

“yes, but you must understand that harry was also an orphan-”

“with no nose...” 

“and all the people that die-” you continue.

“and I lack the decency to wear shoes...” he continues to ramble on. you sigh in resignation. he has the spirit, just the wrong idea...

“yes and people also call you moldy voldy”

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Tuesday 7:44 pm

you: hey it’s me from the book shop lol

tom: Good evening.

Tuesday 7:50 pm

you: hey remember the guy we saw at the bookstore and i asked for his number

lestrange: yeah what about

malfoy: si

you: 1 Image Attached

lestrange: typing…

malfoy: ‘good evening’ okay dracula lmaooo

you: BYE

lestrange: ask for nudes

tom riddle is in the hospital wing (t.m.r.)

“no not there,” you hint. avery moves his hand and hovers his quill over another free space on his paper.

“no” moves again.

“nope…no…not there either- you didn’t study your constellations did you?” you confront. the slytherin boy redraws from his mapping and shakes his head shamefully.

“it’s okay, take a look at mine.” you say patiently, digging in your bag. before you can place your parchment on the table, the sound of panting comes into ear shot.

and it gets louder. and louder, and louder. until a flustered malfoy comes to a running halt at the head of your table.

“t…” he exhales, leaning down on his knees. “t-to…” he puts up his pointer finger as he catches his breath.

you and avery look at each other curiously.

“speak, will you?” lestrange pushes impatiently, wanting to get back to his divination assignment.

“tom riddle is in the hospital wing.” he finally says.

“okay and?”

“what? is he okay?”

the two other boys give you a quirked eyebrow. they questioned your reaction, since you “held no concern for the arrogant, stupidly charming prodigy”.

“potions accident,” abraxas addressed your question, ignoring his other housemates’ response, “first year blew up her makeup assignment while he was doing a side project after school.”

at this the other three all gave an equally concerned expression.

that could not be good. for anyone.

“well,” the blonde clapped his hands together. his tone holding a positive tone, a contrast to the news he had just delivered. “you should visit him (y/l/n).”

you rolled your eyes at his mischievousness. you had 99 problems, and apparently asking abraxas malfoy to keep a secret is indeed one of them.

“it’s fairy flu season. the matron won’t let unnecessary visitors in unless you’re escorting someone in.” avery said honestly, earning a not so subtle stomp on the foot by lestrange.

“oh well there you go, looks like i can’t go.” you smile innocently, mentally thanking avery for his obliviousness.

“no, no, i have an idea.” lestrange put down his quill, you and malfoy looking at each other at your friends sudden undivided attention.

“what is it-“ before avery could finish, a fist goes flying and his head whips to the side. a gasp escaped your lips and malfoy’s jaw dropped to the floor.

“there’s your ticket in,” lestrange says shaking his hand. avery sits up revealing a bloody nose that was sure to be broken or at least fractured. “quidditch accident.”

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no texting in the library (t.m.r.)

tom’s phone buzzed in his right pocket. looking around not wanting to disturb anyone he slowly pulled it out. the studying first and second years around him paid no attention, noses buried in their own work.

you have been added to a chat

the brown haired boy looked at his screen quizzically. then he waited.

he wouldn’t be able to know the members of the group until one of them sent a text.

malfoy: hey sisters

he let out an inaudible groan.

oh merlin not malfoy again. since tom’s transfer to hogwarts, him and lestrange have been trying to befriend him. well, abraxas did most of the harassing- uh talking. his buddy usually looked like he didn’t want to be there, and their third counterpart of the trio, (y/l/n) was always missing in action during these encounters. which was strange, because they were always together.

tom typed a question mark, but then erased it. he decided to play along.

meanwhile…

you slapped malfoy in the back of his head.

“ ‘hey sisters’ really?”

“well i’m sorry was i supposed to say ‘good evening.’ or something?” he sassed, rubbing the back of his head.

“well he wouldn’t have said that if someone just decided to talk to him.” lestrange said pointedly, turning the page of his book. you opened your mouth about to say some snarky remark, but decided against it. it would only sound like you were making excuses. he smirked at the victory.

“stop smirk-“

“Shhh! Shh!” malfoy interrupted, bringing his finger to your lips. “he’s typing, he’s typing.”

tom: hello

tom stared at the blue bubble he just sent. another buzz.

you: hey tom, excuse my buffoon of a friend

his eyes widened. you typed so fast he didn’t even see the typing notification. his cheeks got warm and heart began to race. he always thought you were cute since the time you two were paired up in potions. but he never pursued you, he thought you didn’t like him because you seemed to disappear whenever he was around, unlike your two friends that seemed to do just the opposite.

“did you really copy and paste that from your notes?” lestrange huffed, shaking his head.

“i was practicing if abraxas would say something stupid. which he did.”

“heyy…” the blonde fake pouted. the two of you stared at your phones, waiting.

“Rein say something.” the pair of you said in unison. the slytherin looked up from his page and at his housemates’ expecting faces. with a groan he pulled out his phone and typed.

lestrange: we should all hang out sometime

a loud “no!” shouts from the other side of the library, pulling toms attention from his screen. what indecent person makes such noise in a library?

“lestrange, you imbecile! why were you so direct?” malfoy whisper-yelled. in all honesty he was probably more upset than you were. he was a romantic, and mapped a diligent plan that ended in cornering you and tom in the chat, before leaving with reinhard.

“someone had to create a reason for them to see each other sooner or later,” lestrange shrugged, “and i just made it sooner.”

tom typed his response and immediately placed his phone face down on the table the moment he hit send. a loud whoop sounded from the same place across the library, tom’s queue to find a quieter place to study.

tom: it’s a date ;)