Passed Around Dark Lords

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"You lied to me!" Tom's magic flared across the room, paintings quivered in their place, the inahbitents of said paintings rushing off, not wanting to witness what was going to happen, the curtains trembled, doors shook, and lights flickered as his magic sailed endlessly throughout the room. It cloaked Draco like a rope around his neck, leaving it difficult to breathe even without the sheer panic he was feeling all on his own. "A Malfoy, I understand not informing me of. The Malfoy's are notoriously meticulous in record keeping, and have quite a bit of influence, and reputation to keep up. Their family rarely produces a single heir, let alone two." Tom's chest was heaving from his anger. His eyes motlen red as they glared down at the teen. "But a Black? A Black as well? You knew...you knew! " the word was screeched, and Draco couldn't help the fear that jumped through his chest, leaving it impossible to take any air in. "I cannot believe I did not see it before." Dark, dangerous, and venomous from where they dripped onto him, Tom's words stabbed him painfully. "The grey eyes, the stormy winds in them when you are angered, the constant buildup of your magic which causes lashing out, the ancient protective magic not many families are known to have, the madness." Draco felt his body shiver at the way Tom spoke the word.

I should have known! Tom was even more livid than anything he had previously experienced before. This wa something new, and his anger seemed to reach into the depths of himself and upend his insides. I should have known! It was obvious. So..so...painfully obvious. Narcissa, a Black, Bellatrix is obviously a Black...the memory of Bellatrix hugging 'baby Draco', the conversation of Black insanity and the conversation of warning Draco off falling down the rabbit hole of insane...that Draco had between my future selfand him? It is all so painfully clear. How he doesn't look or talk to Orion if he cannot help it but has no issue with the Malfoys' once his secret was out. How his eyes swirl in stormy greys, a distinct Black trait. His edge of sanity. All of it was so obvious and yet I missed every. single. hint. How utterly and absolutely daft of me! "You lied...I cannot believe you would hide your heritage from me, of all people."

"I did not intend..."

"Well, my dear, I do not think it really matters what your intentions were, what your actions stated speak for themselves." Tom sat back on his hide legs, over Draco's pelvis, staring down at him. It was an rather disconcerting sight for someone such as Draco, trapped underneath him as he was. "I...do not understand here. Perhaps it is my status that is preventing me, but why have you not spoken of it?"

"It is dangerous," Draco said, his eyes wide and it was then that Tom truly saw the similarities, if the entering of the room had not been obvious enough (it had though, and was when it clicked for Tom the exact connection that Draco had...after all, the Blacks all looked only one or two ways when they were angry, and the clash between the two...barring the blond hair, if Draco dyed it black it would be an obvious sight for him). "The entire family is dangerous. Father stated continually how dangerous they were, and I understood, I did...I thought so, until Aunt Bella came to visit." The words 'aunt' and 'bella' were practically whispered, as if the phantom of the future would be able to pop out of nowhere. "She was absolutely insane," The words inspired a slightly crazed laugh. Tom recongized it as a tamer version of the one he had heard this 'bellatrix' giving a few times in the memories he had managed to glean. "Her obsession with the Dark Lord was unlike any that I have ever seen, or even heard of. She was lost...and deep in the throws of it. I cannot quite explain it, but she would do literally anything he said...without question. The most loyal follower. A mouse, like the rest of us, but a favoured one, for her obedience. My mother warned me soon after of the tragedy of the Blacks. Not that I did not already know." Tom hummed softly.

"And this is what has caused you to shun that entire family?"

"I am not shunning them!" Draco's eyes flared in anger once again. Tom was curious to see the form anger took on Draco. It was interesting. For someone so obedient to the whims of the more powerful, he seemed rather ignorant of how expressive he was. Perhaps that was why his older self sent this boy back to him, if he could easily read the person, he was more likely to trust them...or possess them. Tom personally was going for the latter, but he was certain his older self would have known that.