Hello lovelies!
So here is the next chappy. I decided that I should stop procrastinating and start putting some more abraxas. This was actually joined up with the last chapter, but it got to long, so I kinda cut in half, and let things flow.
Hope you like!
Edit: I have redone this chapter because I accidentally uploaded a draft.
Tom let himself doze gently, sleep coming to him more easily than it had in more years than he could count. It was odd, because it was almost Halloween, and he was always restless around Halloween. It was hell without Abraxas.
He slipped into a peaceful dream, and he slept soundly, more at peace than he had ever been since he had lost Abraxas.
For he felt more as if he had lost his mate. If Abraxas was really dead, then he would have been also. But it might have been his horcruxes. He was never sure about what he believed, but he hoped, more than anything, that Abraxas was alive.
His dreams were rather boring, simply flashes of thoughts, memories and sounds filtering through to him. He simply sat back, and let the things come to him, marvelling at the connections his subconscious could make. He let himself relax and enjoy the show for a while, before he forced himself to get up and start affecting things. It wasn't often that he got to be fully conscious in his dreams, and whenever he was, he liked to take full advantage of it.
Normally, he did that by plotting for whatever raid was coming up. Of course, last time he had done that, he hadn't been fully there, and had come up with a totally irrelevant cheering squad for his deatheaters, which he had only noticed five minutes before the meeting. But he hadn't plotted in a while. The last time he had been fully conscious in his dreams, he hadn't been alone.
And it looked like he wasn't alone this time either.
Severus snape wasn't in a good mood. The term had started badly, with all that nonsense about Potter being re-sorted, and then the fiasco with the mail, and Dumbledore's constant hints that he should be taking As-Potter away from the other Slytherin's and the Dark Lord's new revelation, and the subsequent upheaval for the rest of the deatheaters.
All in all, severus was tired, feeling slightly more paranoid than usual (he had found ten cases of attempted poison alone over the past week) and pissed as hell.
So it was in a rather bad mood that severus went down to his student's common room to announce the opening of a new, and hopefully more productive Duelling Club.
Of course, Lady Luck seemed to have mixed feelings about him.
When he got to the room, the first thing he heard was the beginnings of an argument between his Godson and (surprise, surprise) Astraea Potter. Although, it wasn't about what he would have expected.
"Astraea," snapped Draco irritatedly, putting down his quill, "Will you stop giggling for the love of Morgana,"
"I'm not – heheheh – giggling" said Astraea, ruined by the outbreak of giggles in the middle of her sentence. (hey! Could you just assume that when Astraea talks, she giggles, cause otherwise it's going to be rather tiresome)
"Really?" asked Draco, "Then what do you call that sound you just made?"
"What sound?" asked Astraea, before breaking out in a burst of rather high-pitched sniggers.
"That sound," said Draco, sounding annoyed.
"Oh, that," giggled Astraea, "I have the hiccups,"
She was met with incredulous stares from her new housemates. Daphne would have to be told about this. Quite currently, the blonde was in the library, working with one Neville Longbottom on a joint Herbology assignment. There were mixed feelings about the arrangement, and Daphne had been threatened in a quiet corner by Astraea not to do anything scarring to the poor Gryffindor.
"What?" she asked defensively.
"The hiccups Astraea?" asked Blaise incredulously, "Are you sure?"
"Of course I' sure," said Astraea defensively, "I'm pretty sure I would, hehehe, know when I'm hiccupping,"
"Astraea," said Pansy gently, "No-one hiccups like that,"
"Well I do," sniffed Astraea, although it came out as more of a snort.
"Perhaps we should take her to the hospital wing," suggested Theo quietly.
"Maybe someone slipped her something in dinner," suggested Draco.
"I'm still here," chuckled Astraea.
"We know," said Draco, "We're just a little bt busy worrying about your sanity,"
"Whatever," said Astraea, tossing her hair.
"Any way," said Pansy, "It doesn't matter what we think. We should still get you to the hospital wing. No-one hiccuos like that, and I think Pomfrey should look at it,"
"Fine," chuckled Astraea, "Whatever makes you happy,"
They converged around her and started to towards the portrait hole.
"What is going on here?" asked Severus, stepping into their way.
"I think Astraea's been hexed sir," said draco, "She's gone a bit loopy,"
"And she's giggling," added Blaise.
"So you're telling me that Astraea potter has finally lost it," said Severus.
"I haven't lost it!" piped Astraea from the centre of the group, trying desperately not to giggle in front of the dour potions master, "I just have the hiccups,"
"Her version of the hiccups is the giggles," said Pansy, "Please sir, we need to take her to the hospital wing,"
"Yeah," muttered theo, "Before anyone else gets the giggles,"
"Theo!" chastised Pansy.
"Well, it's not like you weren't thinking it too," said Theo defensively.
"You slytherin's are such softies," giggled Astraea, "It's just a mask you have for the rest of the school. Really, underneath it all, you're just like the rest of us,"
"Perhaps you should take her to the hospital wing," said Severus, frowning slightly, "And have her checked for confundus charms or drugging potions. I wouldn't put anything past her,"
"You thin she might have doped herself up?" asked Theo.
"Well think about it," said Pansy, "Think of all the things the poor dear's been through, and ask yourself if you would do the same,"
"I'm still here you know," said Astraea, "And I'm pretty sure I am not doping myself up,"
"Well," said Blaise, "We better make sure of that,"
It was with great difficulty that Blaise, Theo, pansy and draco managed to get Astraea to the hospital wing. It was also with a lot of threats that they convinced other students not to say anything. Slytherin's were well known for there remarkable hexing abilities, honed from years of warfare against the Gryffindor's.
"What is the matter?" asked Madame Pomfrey, once the group made it into the Hospital Wing.
"Astraea's gone mad," said Draco. He'd become rather fond of the Matron, and she of him. He was, after all, a regular in the hospital wing due to his large involvement in the Gryffindor-Slytherin war.
"I'm not mad Madame Pomfrey," giggled Astraea, "I've just got the hiccups again,"
"Oh come here dear, and we'll get you all sorted out," said the matron, ans Astraea soon found herself on bed, and being subjected to several diagnostics.
"Nothing drastic dear," said Madame Pomfrey after a few moments, "Just a minor tickling hex and a slight confundus. You'll be right as rain after a good night's sleep,"
"So she didn't have the hiccups?" asked Pansy.
"That's just her term for it," said Madame Pomfrey, "It what she calls the irregularities in her magic,"
"I beg your pardon?" asked Draco.
"My magic has trouble sometimes," said Astraea, "We think it's reacting to something. But when it reacts, my aura starts to manipulate itself until it takes on the shape of certain spells,"
"Making it seemed as if you've been hexed," said pansy.
"Yeah," said Astraea, "It's fairly simply to reverse, so long as the spell itself is easy to reverse,"
"So, say if it takes on the shape of a nasty hex," said Draco, "What then?"
"Nothing serious has ever happened, and I don't think it will," said the Matron, summoning a bottle of purple dreamless sleep potion, "We have theorised that her magic simply dislikes something, and shows it's discomfort through morphing,"
"Well," said Theo, after a moment of silence, "Everyone knew that Astraea was strange,"
"But this," muttered Draco.
"Now, if you would all leave so she can sleep," said Madame Pomfrey, as she measured out the potion into a cup.
"See you guys later," chuckled Astraea, and the group reluctantly left.
"here you go dear," said Madame Pomfrey, handing her the goblet of potion.
"Thanks Matron," said Astraea, before downing the potion. Relaxing, Astraea allowed herself to slip into her sleep.
However, it seemed that it hadn't quite worked. There was someone else in her dreams.
"What's it to you?" asked the twins in unison, staring at him mistrustfully.
"The two of you should learn to trust your noses," chuckled Abraxas.
"Whaddya mean?" asked the one on the left, the one with a lighter, sharper scent.
"Tell, me boys, what am i?" asked Abraxas, "Did they tell you?"
"They said you were a monster," said the one on the right. He had a darker, muskier scent, and was obviously more suspicious than his more naïve twin.
"Then what does that make you?" asked Abraxas.
"We're not monsters," pretested the left twin.
"And nor am I, then," said Abraxas, enjoying teasing them.
"What are you then?" asked the right twin.
"Like you," said Abraxas.
"What?" they asked, looking so adorably confused.
"What am i?" asked Abraxas, "I'm the same as you,"
"Didn't know pranksters were classes as monsters these days," mumbled the left twin. Abraxas caught it with his keen hearing.
"That is your nature, not what you are," said Abraxas sharply.
"Well then, why don't you tell us?" demanded the right twin.
Abraxas regarded them for a moment, trying to determine whether or not they were serious about their denial of the truth.
"What do you know of Veela?" asked Abraxas.
"Hot, blonde sexy women," answered the left twin at once.
"Do I look like a woman?" asked Abraxas.
"Dunno," said the right twin, "Your clothing is pretty baggy,"
"To begin with," said Abraxas, ignoring the boys comment, "Veela are not hot, blonde sexy women. They are a magical-humanoid creature on par with Vampires in their pure form,"
"Pure form?" asked the left twin.
"Undiluted by human blood," said Abraxas.
"So you're saying that your not completely human," said Right twin skeptically.
"And you're saying that we're not either," asked Left twin.
"Yes, I am," said Abraxas, "And no, you're not completely human,"
"And how do you know that?" demanded right twin.
Sighing, Abraxas wondered at boys these days, the thought immediately followed by whether or not he was starting to sound like his father, and shifted.
The twins stared for a moment in utter shock, before shooting eachother a glance, and shifted themselves.
"We never knew that this meant Veela," whispered Left twin.
"There wasn't anywhere we could go to find out," whispered the right.
Abaraxas cocked his head and gave them a once over.
Hey!
So, what did you think. It did take ages, what with all my studies, and what not, but I found time to actually write it up between tests. I think my time management is actually improving.
So, bye for now!