Fran's threat
In the Slytherin first-year's dorm, Abraxas Malfoy, his face fixed by the matron again, was already waiting for them. He seemed very confident, with a grinning Avery and the pale boy with the dark red hair, that Tom had seen in the train, standing behind him. “Well look at that!”, he snarled, “Black is spending his time with muddy. I should have guessed you would turn out to be a blood traitor. You never cared much for purity, did you? Only Quidditch in your mind. Tell me, Alphard, what would your father say, if he found out, who you are spending your time with?”
Alphard seemed absolutely calm. “What would your mother say, if she found out just how badly you botched charms today, Abraxas. Isn’t she an unspeakable? Wasn’t charms her strongest subject? Yes, I think I recall how much she brags about how powerful her charms are at basically every ball. She would be so dismayed if she found out that you can’t even produce a Lumos. Maybe she would take you off her will. I heard your sister in third year is really good at charms too. Weird that you don’t have it in you. Who knows, Malfoy, maybe you are just an adopted bastard of your father... or you’re a squib after all and they made a mistake sending you here. They thought you were for almost ten years after all”, the black-haired boy hissed.
Abraxas Malfoy became as red as a tomato and made an undignified sound that almost could be described as a sob. The red head, who did not belong in Tom’s dorm, chuckled. “Oh, Alphard. Won’t you leave poor little Abraxas alone? This is about the mudblood after all. You should not associate with filth like him”, The pale boy snarled. Gordian Avery snickered meanly in the background. Alphard still did not seem impressed. “Well, at least I don’t fancy a Hufflepuff mudblood, right Lestrange”, he said and studied his nails, seemingly bored.
The pale boy, who apparently was called Lestrange, drew his wand, an enraged expression on his face. “What are you implying, you little shit”, he growled. Alphard shrugged, his dark curls sliding over his shoulders like little snakes. “Well, is there another reason why your face turns the colour of a Weasley’s hair, whenever you look at Wanda Messina. Her father is a muggle crime boss, did you not know? It was in the paper. And her mom is... a prostitute”, Alphard whispered dangerously.
Lestrange took an angry step forward and his foot got caught in Miss Noodles’s basket and he tripped. “What kind of rubbish is that? Muddy’s stuff? Is that where you keep your muggle trash?”, Lestrange mocked. Gordian Avery’s face had acquired the colour of wet dough. “Don’t touch that, Fran! That’s where...”, Gordian jelled panicked. But it was too late. Fran Lestrange had ripped the black velvet blanket off the basked and he froze. Fran screeched. “That’s where the snake lurks”, Gordian mumbled. “What is this... this thing!”, the older Slytherin called out and stumbled back, right against Otto’s chest. Tom’s chubby classmate had just left the bathroom.
A loud, high pitched laugh escaped Tom’s lips. “Oh, that’s just my snake Miss Noodles. She is quite nice... to the people she likes”, he purred. “A... a snake. The mudblood has a snake. How dare he have a snake! That is not allowed in Hogwarts!”, Fran snapped. Alphard shrugged. “Oh yes, of course. Snake boy is a parsel-mouth”, he said smugly, pushed past Lestrange and sat on his bed, picking up his book on Quidditch. “Professor Slughorn allowed me to bring her here.”, Tom informed Fran Lestrange and went over to Miss Noodles and pet her head.
“This is so... sick! Mudbloods talking to snakes; ridiculous”, Lestrange hissed, his voice full of disgust. “You should be careful what you say, if you don’t want your face to look like Malfoy’s did this morning. Don’t think I’m scared to punch you, just because you are older and a pure blood. I have won several boxing matches. You would not stand a chance. I would not even need to ask Miss Noodles to choke you, like I’m sure Avery can tell you about. Leave. Me. And. My. Family. Alone!”, Tom growled and Miss Noodles hissed in agreement.
Lestrange whipped his long hair back and gave Tom the angriest look ever. “I will tell Crabbe and Mulciber about that. You won’t stand a chance against them!” With those words he stormed out. “Please beat him up too”, Alphard howled, apparently having held back laughter the entire time, ”Soon you will have fought all the Slytherin sacred 28s.” His head snapped up. “Oh Merlin’s dirty socks! Please fight Walburga next!”
Avery glared at Alphard. “Fran is right, and you know that, even if muddy can fight like a tiger. He won’t stand a chance against Mulciber and Crabbe. They will chew him up and spit his bones out one by one. Not even the hospital wing will be able to fix his face enough for his dirty muggle father to recognize”, he hissed. Tom took a step in his direction. “Oh is that so, Gordian?”, he hissed lowly, “Say, do you think you can spit my bones out too?” Avery fled to the bathroom. Alphard laughed so hard, that he fell off his bed.