SCR 1943
Abraxas rests his head on Tom’s lap. The common room is empty, he stares at the artwork on the ceiling. Tom is smoking a fag, staring at the fire. They have a weird relationship, they’re in the same year but they became close in fourth year. And since then they’ve been basically inseparable. Abraxas sits up. “I’m going to sleep.” He says.
Tom looks at him. “Ok, goodnight.” He replies, his voice never fails to make Abraxas want to jump up and down and squeal like a girl who’s celebrity crush just looked at her. Abraxas nods and stands up, he walks to the stairs to their dormitory. Before he could go on the first step, Tom joins him. “It’s boring without you.” He smiles. That ‘Tom Riddle’ smile.
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“If I were to make uhm… a little group, let’s say, would you join?” Tom whispered to Abraxas, on day in potions class. He always asks weird questions like this, and Abraxas absolutely adores it.
“Sure, why not?” He replies, “Now focus, this might come in our Newt exams.”
“You know I don’t have to,” Tom says jokingly, shoving Abraxas softly. “I’m not letting you cheat off of me… again.” He shoves him back.
“Do you think we’re the first to cheat on our Owls?” Asked Tom. “No, I bet hundreds did it before, I mean it was just too easy. Also I know you didn’t need my help.” Abraxas wrapped his legs around Toms, under the table. “Yeah.”
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It’s their last day at school, Tom and Abraxas are walking in the Hogwarts grounds for the last time. “I might apply to be a teacher.” Says Tom, “Go for it, I don’t know what I want to be.”
”You said you were getting married to- what was her name?..- Tosia after you graduated?”
“Yeah…”
“I think we both don’t want that.” Tom stopped, and looked at the lake in front of him. “I’ve always liked you.” Abraxas stopped walking, he was a few feet away from Tom. He looked back at him. “I think you like me too.” He said.
Abraxas didn’t say anything. Tom was amazing, he always seems to know everything. Abraxas walked back to him, he held Toms face in his hands, and kissed him. It was pure bliss. They stayed like this for a few seconds, then broke off. Well that was his first kiss. Tom stared at Abraxas, and Abraxas stared back. It seemed like forever they were just there, nothing else mattered.
“We can’t be together.”
”What do you mean?”
”You’re going to be someone important, one day. You’re the heir of slytherin, I’m the heir of Malfoy. We can’t be together.” Tears started blurring Abraxas vision. Abraxas let go of Tom’s face, and started walking backwards, away from him. “Have a good life, Tom.”
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All those memories come flooding back to Tom, who is now Voldemort, when he sees Lucius Malfoy’s face, Lucius had just gotten the dark mark. A look of pride was painted on his face, exactly like Abraxas when he won as dueling champion in 1943.
”You look just like your father, you know that?” He said to Lucius. young Lucius looked up at him, unsure how to reply. “I really liked your father, we were- uh, friends, yeah… how’s he doing now?”
“Sorry, he died a few years ago.”