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Undead

Chapter 2:

"The Meeting"

Perfume was everywhere. People were even more. Rubbing against each other. Trying to please each other subtly. Some newbies trying to make connections, while the older and higher status people were laughing at their back and trying to show off.

Gowns were everywhere. Women with beautiful and expensive clothes laughing while pretending tobe enjoying the company they were keeping with a glass of the best and finest wine in their hands. Of course nothing was expected less of the Malfoys.

Men wearing different colour robes. At one look a person couldn't find what was different between what everyone was wearing. But on the closer look, everyone had a robe on that was showing what they could afford. Different status showing though a different style collar while another family showing their prestige by wearing abit longer than normal robes, though no one would tell them that since they are Purebloods with a status and so they can't be contradicted. Thus showing their power.

The hall was big and exquisitely readied. Not too fancy neither too bare. The family who was hosting the event was the esteemed and well known pureblood family The Malfoys. And everything was as expected of them, simply perfect.

He had been following them with his eyes since they appeared. They were all busy, being the perfect hosts that was expected of them. But he was waiting. Waiting in silence and away in the shadows, in a corner, waiting.

He wanted to see if the youngest Malfoy knows whats best for him. He was after all his follower. Though more cleverer than most. But let this be a test for him.

The Malfoys were present in expensive and elegant robes with their family symbol on their left side of the upper chest near the shoulder. The proud 'M' with its snakes and dragons and the green colour clearly showing their high rank.

But it seems the younger Malfoy indeed knew what he was doing, as right after greeting the utmost important people, he came towards him. And gave a discreet nod of his head. As he was supposed to do in public. Showing no outward interest in a mudblood while keeping his behavior to a limit.

" ."

"Abraxas.'

"Is the event to your taste ?", asked Abraxas. Hoping that His Lord is pleased. It was very hard to get him invited. Since his status wasn't revealed, Mother and Father didn't know why would he want to invite a mudblood.

"It is...good", was the reply.

Abraxas was a person who was by nature manipulative. His family being The Malfoy, the Noble house, one of The Sacred Twenty-Eight. He had always used people for his use and benefits, there was no morality there.

He could always figure out what people wanted and their desire by just either looking at them or having a single conversation with them. These needs and wants of theirs always became his weapon against them, to use them, manipulate them or threaten them. It was all under his control.

It was a trait that was shared by the pureblood society. Manipulation. You were hardly a pureblood if you couldn't even use others for yourself. He always thought that there can no one be that can rise above a Pureblood. Dark Lords were Pureblood themselves, still they are the only one who are allowed and capable of leading the Pureblood Society.

But when he had met Tom Riddle, everything had crumbled. Turned to dust. He couldn't understand that boy. Though he looked like a boy, his mind was a complete different matter.

He was someone who Abraxas couldn't understand. All his learnings were useless against him. He had thought that Riddle was just like the other mudbloods. No learning, no manners, nothing. But the boy had surprised him.

Riddle had been very polite and shy. Though that was all an act. Abraxas could see the darkness in Riddle's eyes. And the Magic! The swirling tornado that would float around Riddle screamed that he wasn't someone to mess with.

And so Abraxas had waited and watched from the shadows. As had others. Because Purebloods were nothing if not technician and strategist, planning how to best gain profit from a situation. And he had been proved right.

Because then Riddle had been sorted into Slytherin. The hat had barely taken ten seconds and Riddle was a Slytherin more than a Pureblood. The fact was later confirmed.

As the first years were escorted to the Slytherin common room, the prefects thought it would be nice to leave them to their own devices, as almost everyone knew each other, them being purebloods and thus already knowing the different families present there.

Black.

Malfoy.

Avery.

Greengrass.

Rosier.

Nott.

Yaxley.

Parkinson.

Rowle.

Macmillan.

The crème de la crème of the Pureblood Society. Everyone was greeting each other in a way that was screaming that they were familiar with each other. When suddenly everyone started to feel smothered. Something that was heavy and dense. They started searching for it. And found only one boy standing as if there was nothing that was trying to stifle them. And everyone's self-preservation kicked in telling them it was all because of the boy.

He had looked them with a face that showed nothing, just nonchalance. And raised his eyebrows as if he didn't know what is it that he was doing. Had then smirked when Carrow, that stupid girl had raised her voice.

"St..op. Stop it!"

He had turned to her with that smirk still in place and suddenly everyone was fearing for her life. He had looked at her for a good ten minutes and then looked at them all and they suddenly felt the pressure increase.

And then it was all gone, the silence deafening in the common room, with him gone.

"How is the Minister?", asked Riddle. Abraxas turned to him and pulled himself together, as to answer his Lord correctly.

"He is very pressured", he said turning to face his Lord rather than the guests.

"Indeed?"

Abraxas didn't understand why his Lord was asking him all this. He knew that his lord already knew what was going on in the British Ministry of Magic. With Lord Grindelward near to cross the boundary into Britain, it wasn't a surprise that the Minister was pressured.

"Yes! Father said he had been trying to lead the Minister to give his vote for the laws that he wanted pass as the Minister dreadfully needs Father to prevent the treaty from breaking with France", explained the youngest Malfoy, though there was no need of any of it.

But there was something that he really wanted to inform his Lord about. The news would help him in rising in his Lords favour.

"I heard from my Father that the Minister has acquired another secretary."

"Oh?", there was the surprise, with that slim eyebrow rising abit.

"Yes indeed! Father said that the Minister was recommended this from someone he knew. And that this secretary is a short term one because he doesn't want tobe involved in politics."

"Hmmm. That's an interesting piece of information."

"Yes. And I think Father had invited him as well. But I haven't seen him yet, so that must mean that he has yet to come." Just as he finished, he felt a spark from the magic of the person beside him.

Many purebloods could sense magic, though it wasn't at the level of those that were magic sensitive. And his lord had been keeping his magic under tight control this whole time, as to remain anonymous. So he wondered what it was that caused this sudden rise.

And when he looked at his Lord, he noticed that he was looking at someone at the entrance of the hall. The someone who was wearing simple black robes with not even a family symbol on it.

The man or rather the boy was of moderate height, build was slim though not lanky, the kind that was used for agility in a duel. His hair was a mess, untamed and wild though like the blackest of the night, framing his face. His skin had a nice tan. And even though he was wearing glasses so his eyes weren't that clear, it felt like he could see everything. He walked like no one could touch him. He came in through the door with a walk that was oddly enough saying;

I have it all and you cant even touch me.

It was actually very weird, because a walk cant convey much but it seemed his did. He went to stand beside the Minister and whispered something in his ear. The Minister turned with a bright smile on his face and shook hands with the newcomer.

The Minister than turned to my Father and introduced the newcomer to him. Malfoy Sr. then called his son and introduced the guy with the weird walk.

"Abraxas, meet Mr. Evans, Hadrian Evans. The new secretary to the British Minister of magic"

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