If You Could See it Through My Eyes (Tom Riddle Fanfiction)

The Last Day of Summer Doesn't Suck for Once

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Azalea POV*

Fun fact of the day: It was normal, in our house, to be woken up by a pillow to the face.

I groaned and rolled over, tugging the soft sheets above my head. 

"Wake up!" Abraxas complained, hitting me in the head again.

"Or what?"

I opened one of my eyes to see my brother's pale frame blocking out the chandelier's light. His long, pale face was set in with an impish grin, and he rose the pillow again. "I'll drag you down the stairs by your feet."

My eyes closed again. "You won't."

"How much do you want to bet?"

Suddenly, Abraxas gripped my ankles, sheets and all, as he yanked me off my bed. I yelped as he dragged me across the smooth, wooden floor and out of my large room. "Stop!" I half giggled, half complained as I latched onto the ivory colored doorframe with my hands, trying to stop him from pulling me any farther. 

"No, come on!" he persisted, tugging on my ankles. 

With him pulling me away, and my grip on the doorframe, I my body started to rise up from the ground as our childish struggle became more and more strained. "Brax!" I shrieked.

 With one strong yank, Abraxas pulled me away from the door as I landed again on the ground with a soft thud, though it didn't hurt. Groaning, I gave up and allowed him to drag me down the hall, past his bedroom, and to the top of the stairs, where I managed a cold, "Don't you dare." But we both knew that despite the demanding nature, it was truly feeble, so he simply grinned down at me, before pulling me down the hair stairs. I adjusted my body so I would be pulled down smoothly, and my head wouldn't hit each stair every time. 

As we made our way into the kitchen, Abraxas announced proudly, "Woke her up!"

My mother brushed a strand of her midnight colored hair out of her face as she looked up from her morning coffee with a playfully stern expression. "I said gently, Brax," she sighed.

Abraxas grinned. "That was gently, Mum."

"No it wasn't, I mumbled, wrapping myself up in the blanket again. "And I'm going to murder you when I find the energy."

"Azalea," Mum chided.

"What?"

Abraxas gave me a smug smirk, before sticking his tongue out at me. I returned the gesture, but he was already looking away and asking, "Where's Father?"

"Already at work. They called him in early to work this morning."

Abraxas sighed, then brightened. "But we're still going to Diagon Alley, right?"

"Yes, dear," Mother said, sipping her coffee. Then she flicked her gaze to me. "We can leave as soon as the two of you are ready."

I was up like a sprite that had just spotted a bowl of cheese puffs. Snatching the blanket, I wrapped it around my shoulders and, not for the first time, glowered at my brother, exasperated at our new height difference. I left for two weeks this summer to visit one of my friends, and I come back to discover that Abraxas was now a fricking giraffe. 

Abraxas smirked down at me, knowing fully well what I was thinking. "Shut up," I told him.

"I wasn't saying anything."

"Your face was saying lots of things, though."

I hadn't grown since I was thirteen; that was two years ago. I absolutely hated being the shortest person in... probably the shortest person in my entire year. It sucked. 

"Race you up the stairs," Abraxas chimed. 

"No fair," I complained, running like a toddler with my blanket billowing around me like a cape. "You got a head start!"

"That's tough luck."

Up the stairs, down the hall, and into my room. Abraxas obviously beat me, not only because he got a head start, but also because his room was closer. I rolled my eyes at the thought, but dropped my sheets on my queen sized bed, before marching into the bathroom and studying myself in the mirror. 

I did not look like Abraxas, but that was only because I was a Metamorphagus. I could look like anything I wanted... well, almost. Height was one thing that I couldn't fix and it drove me insane. I mean, how was I supposed to reach the top shelf?

I scowled at my reflection in the mirror, examining my almond colored skin for any signs of morning. As usual, I just found freckles. I studied my electric blue eyes in the mirror, before deciding to change my eyelashes; nothing too noticeable, but they now looked at least a little bit lusher.

Getting the rest of my morning things done, I slipped into my new, pine-green robes, before striding out of the bathroom to join my mum and Abraxas. However, I hesitated by the door, glancing back at my nightstand, and I smiled as I beheld my shining Prefect's badge. 

"You coming, Lea?" Abraxas called from the stairwell.

I blinked, whipping my head around in the direction of his voice. "Of course."

 Okay, I know that chapter was kind of fast paced, but it was just a filler. I am going to be switching point of views, just so you know, so yeah. Random questions:

Favorite Disney movie? I like the Frozens, Brave, Moana, Tangled, Lilo and Stitch, and Princess and the Frog. Don't judge me! I'm a child.

Favorite pureblood from Harry Potter? The twins. Definitely.