The Second Tom

Chapter Eight

Thomas's p.o.v

No matter how much I tried to act if everything was the same as it was, I simply couldn't. Everytime I looked at Abraxas I felt an overwhelming sadness and anger I could barely control. Though I also felt something I had never before, guilt. The guilt had nothing to do with Abraxas himself, but it lay in the fact that he would not be and is not my only mate. Because I have two creatures, each one of them have their separate mates. Abraxas is my Veela's mate, I however do not know the identity of the other. Which I am glad for. Why is it that I have the opportunity to find another mate when those like my father are forced to live without theirs when they are rejected or their mate dies? I had been torn thinking about pursuing my other mate and feeling guilty about what happened to my father and mother. It has been driving me to the brink of insanity.

Not only that but I never have felt a pull with anyone other than Abraxas. I don't know how to let someone else into my life in that kind of way. I had first thought that he was the one for me, and thinking that left me heart broken. I don't think I could go through that once more. I will always protect Abraxas, but things will never be the same. To reject me , for Cedric no less, was a stab to my heart. I would never force him to be with me, but I hope he knows that Cedric is strictly light. He wants something from Abraxas and he knows that I nor my father will not have problem killing him if he poses a problem.

The only person I have promised Abraxas I would protect is Draco because he is the closest thing I could count as being a little brother. I , however, haven't spoken to him since the morning I killed Godric. I know the he has caught on that it was I that murdered two of the Potters. I wonder if that changes how he sees me. Does he now understand why I've always told him I'm not someone he should look up to? I'm a murder, I kill not because I have to, but because I want to. I like seeing the life drain out the eyes of those who've wronged me. Scum needs to be washed from this earth, and I take pleasure in doing it.

I let a chuckle fall from my lips. The numb, lonely feeling returned at full force. These feelings had been lessened when I met Abraxas and the other Malfoys and even Severus. Now, I just didn't care anymore. I hurt so much on the inside , but it was a waste of time to cry and sulk over hurt feelings. It was so much easier to be like this. How I was before I went to Hogwarts. When I only had myself and the anger I felt inside. I made a goal back then, and I'm going to fulfill it even if it kills me.

Draco's p.o.v

I watched from my seat at the kitchen counter as Thomas walked from the study. I noticed that his eyes were still that dark green color and the black slits were still present. His whole demeanor had changed. He was back to being guarded and cautious. He was aware of everything in the room and his hand was close to his wand so that he could access it easily. It reminded me of the first few times he stayed at Malfoy Manor.

Flashback

I was beyond excited because father said Abraxas would be bringing a guest, and I just knew that it was going to be Thomas. Abraxas had brought him for the holidays last year, and he is also the only person my brother mentions.

"Draco, sweetie, your father and brother are home."

I grinned and grabbed mother's outstretched hand and we made our way to the main living room. I tried to control myself as I finally saw Thomas who was talking to father about where he would be staying for the summer. I had to control myself from running towards my brother's friend and hugging him. I noticed the he doesn't like people touching him, and I don't want him to be angry at me. Ever since I had seen him duel Abraxas last year I have idolized him. I tried to get him to teach me a few things but mother said I was far to young and would just have to stick to studying the materials. Though this year I had decided that I would try again. I am a whole year older.

I shied back a little when Thomas's cold green eyes shifted to me. As much as I like Thomas, he was definitely intimidating. As him and Abraxas passed by me to head down the corridor I could feel his magic wash over me. I don't know much about magic , but I know that it's not normal to physically feel someone's magic.

End.

Every summer or holiday that Thomas would stay at the manor that coldness and uneasy feeling he had was slowly going away. And I could tell that the whole situation with my brother deeply hurt him. I couldn't even begin to imagine what he must be feeling like, and I wish for once things would have worked in his favor. The fact that he still cares for my brother is what is causing all his pain. He doesn't want to let his best friend and -while he never admitted it- the one he's grown to love go. The more I look at him the more I see that as every second goes by, his humanity is going with it. It's as if he's going feral, letting his creatures take over him.

"Thomas...can I talk with you for a second?"

I could tell that he didn't want to speak with me by the way his body tensed as he stopped in the direction he was walking. He knows I know that it was him that began to off the Potters and he doesn't want to look me in the eyes. But I don't care that he did and he needs to know that. They did horrid things to him his entire life, and they deserved what they got if not worse.

As he turned around I took notice that his eyes were back to normal, but he looked so tired. Exhausted even. When he took a seat in front of mine it was then I noticed how much of a toll this was really taking on him.

"Draco, I wish you didn't have to be in this situation. You are far to young to be exposed to things such as this. I never wanted you to see this side of me. I know you've always looked up to me , and now I guess you realized why I've said not to all the years we've known each other."

I moved from my side of the table to sit beside him. I wrapped him in a hug even as his body tensed, I didn't let go. It might be an odd sight to see an eleven year old consoling a fifteen year old but it didn't matter to me. He needed someone to hold him and not be scared to hurt him. The others want the best for him but they're scared they'll make it worse.

"My view of you hasn't changed , Thomas. Don't let this change you back to who you used to be. We all care about you, and killing those bastards isn't going to change that."

When I pulled away from him he just stared at me, and I didn't know what he was going to do next. When a small smile appeared on his lips, I was shocked. If was the first time we had seen him give anything else besides a blank face in a long time.

"You remind me of Abraxas when we'd first met. He has always supported me in my choices in life. I look at you and I see him, but he never would allow his hair to get as short as yours. But, it suits you."

He ran a hand through my hair and a couldn't fight back the blush that spread across my cheeks. He had lost the cold and menacing aura the he had previously had.

Or at least I thought.

In a single second he changed. His eyes deepened into a dark green, almost black color and his fangs replaced his normal ones. Then in a blink of an eye, he was gone. I was about to go look for him when I heard a loud, powerful growl coming from outside. I knew that whatever was about to happen, wasn't going to be pretty.