Voldermort is Gone Tom Riddle is Here

Aftermath

Tom walked inside the house after having finished up shopping with Molly and Arthur. he glanced around the room, confused when Draco was no where to be seen. He watched Ron and Harry play Wizarding chess, Hermione reading a book, and Sirius doing something in the corner. Tom dropped the bags on the floor, glancing around. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. The problem was, he was uncertain as to what it was, but he knew that it had something to do with Draco. And it made him highly uneasy. he did not like it when he did not know where his mate was at all times. He looked around again, but Draco was still no where to be found.

Tom narrowed his eyes at the Trio gang. "Where is Draco?" he asked, his voice calm and steady. Ron glanced up with his ugly face and shrugged.

"Don't know. Haven't seen him since he came down with breakfast with you." Tom bristled with fear.

"That was over seven hours ago." Harry glanced up now.

"And, your point is?" The precious boy-who-lived asked. Tom stared at him, his blue eyes going to ice.

"My Point? What is my point? My point is that Draco had been going through severe anxiety attacks for months now, which I have been helping him through. In knowing this, I tasked you four..." Tom Riddle pointed to Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Sirius. "to watch him, and make sure that he does not have an attack. And what do you do? You leave him alone for over seven hours. Do you know where he is?" He watched their faces turn shamed. "Did you even bother looking for him?" They turned guilty looking. "No, and why? Is it because he is your enemy? I thought you people were supposed to be the oh so wonderful 'good guys' and yet, I have seen nothing from you but scorn, dereision, and hatred, on both my part, and Draco's part. You seem to think you know us so well. Why do you not think on this, hmmm...When was the last time you had a civil conversation with Draco?" The three froze. They actually could not remember one time Draco had been civil to them.

"Malfoy..." Harry spat out the surname. "Has never been civil."

"Oh, really? Well, you obviously you are so clearly caught up in the idea that all slytherins are bad that you cannot even remember your facts straight." He spat out before whirling around. "Do not let me see your faces. Because I am uncertain if I can help myself from cursing you into oblivion right now." Tom stormed up the stairs, looking for Draco.

Needless to say, when he found him in the Library's closet room, door shut, and the boy curled up in the corner, trembling, but unconcious, Tom went into a flying fury. Tom gently picked him up, and called for Kreacher to take them to the boy's rooms, where he gently set Draco down on his bed. He sighed, pulling out his wand, and whispering a calming spell over the lad, who stopped trembling at the very least. Tom put his head on Draco's chest, simply relieved that nothing too horrible happened to him. He had read muggle books, and he had seen the kids at the orphanage. Sometimes they went and made drastic decisions to try and escape. He knew one girl who tried to commit suicide. Of course, she claimed it was his fault, so that she would not be put in a mental asylum and have to deal with the doctors, but honestly, how was it his fault that she could not handle a bit of mean words? Needless to say, the state that he had found Draco in, was far better than what he was expecting to find his mate in. He sighed, knowing with unending grief that Draco was damaged mentally, and it would take much time to help him.