Thomas Cloverleigh Echos of the Past (Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter 10 - Rough Starts

A fine yellow light started to chase away the night's mist. Thomas decided it was a good time to get up and stretch. Yesterday had its bumps, but Thomas felt the day went well. Standing he reached his arms over his head. Going to his bed, he shut the curtains on his bed to create a private place to change. Slipping out of his plain black robes he changed into his new house colours.

Looking at the burgundy and gold stripes of his tie. Thomas's thoughts drifted to Lars. He would be wearing the silver and green of Slytherin today. He had mixed feeling on that. Hanging the tie around his neck, he flipped it around Like Uncle Liam showed him. He's happy that he could help Lars get what he wanted. What he needed. That vision he had scared him, he didn't like to see Lars in pain.

"Haa," Sighing he folded his white collar over the tie and smoothed it down. Forming an even know that he pushed up to his neck. Honestly, he regretted no having the courage to face Lars's vision, and demand to be in the same house has him.

" Haa," Another sigh slipped out, while he slipped on his robe. Thomas wasn't there, yet.

"One day at a time." Thomas whispered to himself. Walking pass the other students still tuck into their beds. He spared a glance at his dorm neighbour, Bernard. His face was a flush and comfortable, much better than yesterday. Sorting was a stressful event. Today classes would begin, and Potions would be first; and that was something to look forward too. Walking down the stairs, he remembered that all classes were shared with Slytherin. Thomas would get to hang out with Lars all day. In a class. Like a normal kid.

"Today is going to be a good day." Thomas nodded, and turned to the common room. Wanting to check it out, since it would be a space where he would come to spend most of his time. The room was warm, and bright as it was last night. Looking around Thomas couldn't find any reason to hate the room.

"What's that?" Thomas's eyes flicker to a black shape in front of the fireplace. Was that there last night? Curiosity brought him closer to it. Within a few steps Thomas figured out what it was. Running the last foot. He pushed the big chair in front of the fireplace out of his way. Kneeling he turned the black lump over. It was a student.

"Are you okay?" Thomas asked, knowing that they, she was not. Under his hands it felt like he was touching a lump of ice. Her freckle face went beyond any shade Thomas had ever seen on a human. She was white, a horrible shade that even her freckles had succumbed too. Her brilliant red hair only made the colour more painful to bare.

"Emma?" Thomas racked his head, last night with that boy, there was a girl with freckles. Was this her? "Emma!" Thomas put his hand under her nose, air brushed his fingers.

"She's breathing." Thomas's heart skipped a beat, her chest wasn't raising, but she was breathing. "I need help." Thomas hated this feeling of not being able to help someone right in front of him. Thomas looked around, who could he get to help? It's not like he could call on a house elf like he did with Lars.

"Her brother." Thomas shot up, and ran to the stairs. This could be some sort of medical condition. Something her brother could fix. Taking the stairs two at a time, Thomas leapt up the stairs in record speed. He reached the landing he released he didn't know which bed was her brothers. Looking around he looked around for... Daniel! His name popped into Thomas's head. Unable to see the judgmental black mop of hair, Thomas only had one option.

"Daniel!" Thomas shouted, going from bed to bed, he yelled again. "Daniel wake up!" Students were stirring, and some were glaring daggers as Thomas passed them by.

"What do you want!" A voice yelled, finally green slits starred at him from one of the beds. Daniel recognized the judgmental stare the moment he received it.