Not About Angels (A Tom Riddle Story)

Chapter 80

"Abi-Abigail?" Gabriel asked as Cassie pointed towards Abigail. "Wasn't she our seeker? This is so weird...I don't remember much about her." 

When he looked at her, he felt an unexplained tension rise in him.  

The love potion locked his true emotions for her in a deep vault, unable to be traced.  

"She hurt me, Gabe. You don't know what she has done to me."

"What has she done?"

"She betrayed me. She betrayed you too. We're on the same boat now. I want to get her back, baby."

"How?"

"I need your help," Cassie said, looking him in the eye, and seeing the confusion in those blue orbs. 

"What do you need, baby?" 

"I need you to go back to her. Make her believe that you love her. Make her trust you. Then, I want you to hurt her, very, very bad."

"Why?"

"Don't ask questions," Cassie said sweetly, squeezing his shoulder. "Sweetheart, please. I need you to do this. Make her believe. " 

In his drugged, delirious state, he could only agree to her demands. 

He nodded. 

He approached the small girl and saw the sadness in her eyes. Something about her felt so unmistakably familiar, yet he couldn't quite wrap his finger around why.   

"Hey...Abigail?" Gabriel said, walking up to her. She looks up at him, and with a flutter of her eyelashes, he felt his heart jump.  

Weird.   

"Gabe, you okay?" She said, looking up at him. She sensed that something was amiss, his eyes seemed so distracted. He was somewhere else. 

"Y-Yea." He replied, suddenly nervous. Hearing his name come out of her lips felt strange, yet so very familiar. But he was supposed to hate her, he reminded himself. His love, Cassie, told him that Abigail was awful, vindictive, and a backstabber. 

And he must hurt anyone that hurts Cassie. 

"Wanna go to Hogsmeade? I'm dying for a butterbeer." She suggested. Anything to take her mind away.  

"Sure," Gabriel replied. Together, they walked to Hogsmeade Village. She knew about his father, but she didn't know how to comfort him. She hoped that he might open up on the way there.

She examined his face and saw that he must have been dreaming because his eyes were elsewhere. She grabbed his hand. He flinched a little but reminded himself of what Cassie told him. 

He must convince Abigail. 

She grabbed his hand because she felt determined to love him. In a way, she did. Not the kind of scorching, deep, harrowing love she felt for Tom Riddle, but a love of comfort, of dependency.  

He didn't talk much, but she was okay with it. She was determined to build their relationship again. She would spend the rest of her life making up for the wrong she had done to him in the past. 

"You can tell me how you feel, Gabe. I know that you're hurting right now..." She said gently. He knew what she was referring to, but did not understand why this unfamiliar girl cared so much. 

"I-I'm okay, actually." He lied. He didn't want to open up to a stranger. But now, even in his altered state, he still felt for the death of his only family...

"I'm here. If you ever need to talk." She reminded. He nodded. 

He reminded himself again of what Cassie instructed him.