Voldermort is Gone Tom Riddle is Here

Letter

It was not long for a commotion to happen that day, as it seemed was wont.

Around mid morning Severus came strolling within the room sweeping as if he owned the place, which of course, he did not. Severus turned his glittering black eyes towards Tom, who was currently reading a book, while Draco leaned into his side, reading it at the same time. Severus's eyes narrowed at his godson and the other alpha, who glanced over the book and rolled his eyes, smirking.

"Professor, to what do we owe this visit? I mean, we do not normally get your gracious presence. There are a few theories going around. I do believe that the Twins seem to believe that the generally happy atmosphere causes you to run away in horror." Tom asked eloquently. Severus narrowed his eyes, glaring deeply at the petty student, facial features indicating surprise when Tom did not shrink away like most. His eyes were abruptly reverted to his godson, when he heard the boy laugh. At his attentions, Draco just turned his face into Tom's side, and Tom wrapped a hand around the boy's shoulders as he silented his laughter. Tom smiled down at him, and looked up challenging Severus. Who just stared at Draco with wide eyes in utter shock because, this was genuine laughter. Not the fake laughter he used to appease his father, mother, or the other officials. He looked at Tom his eyes clearly conveying "I am letting you get away with this, but only because he is happy, and laughing" Tom was chuckling, but nodded, and smiled up at the professor. "Seriously though, what are you doing here?"

"I have come to inform you of the assignments that would have been assigned during the week. I assume that you have materials needed to do the essays?"

"Yes, I believe we do. If not, we can send Kreacher." Draco said, finally sitting up, but still leaning on Tom, a fact that Severus did not fail to notice, and question with a raised eyebrow, but nothing further.

"Very well. They shall be sent later today." The teacher then swept through the house to inform the others, which was accentuated with loud groaning and one shrill shriek of relief. So that was everyone, and then Hermione. Tom though ruefully, still staring at Draco, whose wide eyes glanced at him, than the book that they had been reading, and then at him again, wide blue-grey eyes begging. Tom laughed and picked up the book, opening it to where they had left off, and they began reading again.

Of course, the mail did come later that day, and Kreacher came through as promised, sending both Tom and Draco's thing to them. Draco filtered through them, hands coming to grip a folded envelope tightly in his shaking fingers, dropping all others. Tom, noting his mate's distress, glanced over and noticed precisely what the cause of said distress was. A letter. From Lucius. Tom mentally groaned, and reached out to grab it, but Draco seemed unable to move his fingers. His knuckles were turning white from holding onto it so tight that the blood flow could not reach his fingertips. His breathing was slightly accelarated, and he was terrified. Terrified of what was inside. Tom sighed exsasperated, and moved to kneel in front of Draco, the boy's eyes dull and clouded, unseeing, staring in fear of what the letter may contain. Tom reached out, and pried Draco's cold fingers from the envelope, grabbing said paper and placed it next to him, before grabbing the scared boy's hands and folding them inside each other.

"I will read it first, okay?" He suggested. Draco just nodded unseeingly, and probably incapable of hearing anything properly, Tom suspected.

The letter was actually not that bad. An undercurrent deadly threat was laid through the letter, but for the most part, it was exactly what he would suspect of Lucius Malfoy, painfully proper.

"Here, it is not that bad." Tom assured, handing the crinkled letter over to Draco, who snatched it and scanned it extremely fast. Tom felt the boy shudder at the threat towards the end, but afterwards he closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, slumping against Tom in a good deal of relief.

"Thank you," The elder heard the younger murmer, and Tom just gathered him to his side, before rocking slightly, soothing him.