The Second Tom

Chapter Six

Abraxas' P.O.V

The Great Hall was as silent as it has ever been. Only the sounds of foot steps, rustling if robes, and the occasional sniffling could be heard. It wasn't much of a shock or as heart wrenching to me when Professor Dumbledore announced that Lily Potter had been murdered in her home the night before. I knew Thomas had went somewhere that night I came into the dorms late. And there was no doubt in my mind that he was the one who somehow managed to kill his adoptive mother.

Though, I wasn't going to confront him about it. It was obvious he didn't want me to know or else I would have gone with him. It kind of hurt that he is keeping things from me and distancing himself, but I cannot blame him. To him it wasn't as if I was just simply denying him a boyfriend. No, I am denying him a one in a life time love. Does that make me selfish? I understand that Veelas take mating very seriously, but Thomas had told me that he wouldn't force me to be with him. He put my feelings before his even though he's probably hurting inside. He'd never let it show if he was.

When I saw Thomas walking up to me in the Great Hall I was actually kind of surprised. I mean we always sit together , but since he's been giving me the cold shoulder recently I wasn't really expecting it.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for being so harsh last night. You didn't deserve to be spoke to like that. Anyways, I'm walking Draco to his first class. I'll meet you later."

I watched Thomas walk off with my little brother and I didn't know how to feel. While he might have apologized, but his tone was still the same as last night. He had never sounded so cold and emotionless toward me. And when I seen Thomas act as normal with Draco it kind of hurt.

For him to act so indifferent towards me I know I've hurt him more than he's letting on. I -along with Draco- were the only ones that got to see a more carefree side of Thomas. While he's always serious when he's with my brother and I you can see he's more relaxed because he knows that he can rely on and trust us. Did this mean he didn't trust me any more?

I sighed to myself. I'm asking all of these questions that I can't answer myself. But how things are right now I don't think it would be good to ask Thomas. But before I could bury myself in my thoughts again a voice called out my name.

"Abraxas, your father is here to see you. He says it's urgent."

I turned around and was faced with Professor Snape, who is also Draco and I's godfather. I nodded my head and followed him towards his office. Though, I was confused on why my father was here and what was so important that he couldn't write it in a letter. Most likely, it was going to be him talking to Draco more than me, but that's only because he got the stronger genes. He was a Veela like my father and most of the Malfoy men before us. However, I was still glad to see my father. I had spent my time growing up always around him because he was - and still is - very protective over me.

I had relied on my father's protection all of my life until I had started Hogwarts. I was terrified to be in such a big place without him. I had forced myself to keep on my families infamous mask when I stepped into the platform, but I was scared on the inside and Thomas seen that.

"You're Lucius Malfoy's son, right?"

I turned my head and was met with a group of kids around my age with disgusted looks on their face. I tried to keep up the pure blood persona, but my heart rate was quickening. I tried to walk past them but one of the boys pushed me back and I had to quickly balance myself so I wouldn't fall.

"I take that as a yes. I'm surprised though, you don't live up to the Malfoy name. I wouldn't even have to take out my wand to end you."

I tried to act like I wasn't affected, but my mask was slipping. I seen the boy pull his fist back and I didn't even think to move. All I did was mentally prepare myself for the hit, but it never came.
Everyone ,including me , was surprised to see that the boy was seemingly froze in his place. And behind him was a boy with long, black hair and he stood there without any emotion on his face.