Passed Around Dark Lords

39

The moment Abraxas started screaming from the pain of having his mind ripped apart the other Slytherin's quickly deserted. It was never a good idea to get on Tom's bad side, and the Slytherins knew well enough to make themselves scarce when needed. They began to scramble, rushing out of the common room and up the stairs...or they would have, but something was barring them from getting up them...and they were forced to wince as Abraxas' cries made its way to their ears. It was clear they were all to see this lesson, and to not repeat the mistake that Abraxas had done. What it was, they did not know, which made things all the worse for them.

The first years were cowering, crying alongside the Malfoy heir, though for different reasons. This Prefect was basically torturing a high level family's heir. That had to mean that he was powerful, and dangerous, and anyone with a lick of sense knew to stay away from someone like that, or to make them your ally-yet if this was how their allies were treated, none wanted to have anything to do with it. Everyone scrambled away from the stairs again, trying to hide the fact that they had rushed towards them like a stampede, and merely stared as Abraxas' mind was forcibly bended to Tom's will. It seemed like hours, but was only moments, before Tom once more pulled his mind away from the Malfoy's. Abraxas was curled up on the stone, hands grasping his hair and ripping some from the roots of his head.

Not many had the displeasure of having someone force their way into their mind, but rest assured, it was not pleasant at all, something that was clearly shown on the Malfoy heir, whimpering as he was. Not many were able to perform Legilimacy so fine pointed to make it so painful either. Not that Legilimacy was normally painless. More of than not, it was a painful experience for the person whose mind was being read, but Tom seemed to be one of the few that were able to make it so...which meant that he was very...very angry with Abraxas. It was bad enough having someone pull your worst and most shameful moments straight from your mind-the one place you should be able to be safe-to have them do it painfully knowing they were strong enough to do otherwise? That was even worse than the worst Cruciatus. Particularly considering the information that one hid in their mind. Who knew what Tom had managed to glean from him.

"Your...feelings..." The word was hissed out poisonously. "Are noted, Abraxas, but if I may...I do not believe Draco truly cares if you take the Heirship. There is nothing from him that I have gathered to hint to that, and if your insecurity is from that, I suggest you fix it. Attempting these low blows to Draco will not endeer you as a holder of the Malfoy Patriarchy, and much less to me." Tom loomed over Abraxas, the other whimpering softly as he did so. "If you are so desperate to upstage Draco, perhaps acting more proper would be a good start. I know you have a good head on your shoudlers, you just have to use it. Something which it seems to me has been lacking the last week or so." Abraxas glared up at Tom, but Tom just sighed, and sidestepped him, kicking the back of his knee and watching as the teen went down to the floor again. Seconds later he was screaming as a green light shot from his wand. It was barely a moment, but a moment was enough. Abraxas curled his body inwards shivering. "I know I did not see you just attempt to...physically assault me...right? Slughorn definitely would not take lightly to his star pupil having to be in the hospital wing so soon." Tom crouched down, shoving Abraxas to his back. "Don't make this mistake again. I don't like having to teach these lessons. You know this." Tom pulled out a flask, hovering it just outside of Abraxas' reach. "Are we clear?"

"Y-Yes." Abraxas stumbled.

"Good," Tom dropped the flask into Abraxas' trembling arms. "Avery..." The man in question flinched violently. Red eyes glared at him. "I hope that this was lesson enough for you, yes? Nobody...barring myself...will mess with Draco. I have plans, and I don't want them interrupted because some idiots could not keep their mouths shut." Tom strode towards the stairwell, putting one foot on the first floor, breathing in the tense anticipation of the room. It gave him a high...and he almost moaned from the feeling of fear practically thick enough for him to taste. "Anyone wanting to play hero and go to dear old Dippet...or anyone else in the school about the actions that have gone on here...I trust you have enough self preservation not to do so. After all, everyone already hates Slytherin. I would hate to play into their hand, that would be quite unfortunate. Not to mention..." Tom's red glare cut straight to the circle of first years, trembling with wide eyes. "I own the school already." A sly smirk thrown their way, and Tom moved his body up the stairs...revelling in the fear he had so effortlessly caused.

There was murmurring behind him, and a crash behind the door in front of him, leaving Tom to click his tongue in annoyance. Shoving the door open, he saw Draco, wand raised, and Orion, wand similarly at his side as the other gripped his forearm hastily. Red was pooling over his fingers. "Draco, darling what in the world just happened!?" He did not need to hear the boy say it, as flashes of red eyes mingled with crystalline blue and dark curses were echoed behind pale lips turning red in the other's mind. He was in the midst of a flashback...and by the looks of it, a rather bad one at that.

"Clean yourself up." Tom ordered towards Orion, shutting the door, and spelling it closed. "I have bandages in my trunk..."