Thank you all for being so patient with the horrible cliff-hanger I gave you-bows about a million times-! You can thank the reviewer that threatened to run after me with a pitch fork if I didn't write more for inspiring me lol.
I meant to load this up much sooner but then I had really bad pains in my stomach two weeks ago and was rushed to the ER where I found out I had to get my golbladder out. Then after my release from the ER I had to complete all my final exams. And then once those were all over with I went into surgery. But much to my delight my mother has finally fixed our internet, so here are the chapters I wrote for you!
When Tomas woke up he looked around himself confused for a few moments before the events of last night came rushing back to him. He quickly got out of bed and made his way to the door. He stopped however when he heard a voice on the other side of the door that he recognized as his father's.
"So it was young Delacour girl that gave it away then?"
Tomas froze remembering what the man in his dream had said.
"I got it from a girl named Gabrielle Delacour."
"Yes," Dumbledore's voice said, "but not willingly. Avery put the poor thing under the Imperious curse."
Tomas's eyes narrowed as his teeth gritted together. Avery was going to pay for doing that.
"So now Voldemort knows exactly where to find Tomas," Snape said his voice bitter.
"Yes he does," Dumbledore said.
"Where should we hide him then?" Snape asked grimly.
"Grimmauld Place would be the best place I believe," Dumbledore said.
"Grimmauld Place?" Snape said. "That would be much too obvious."
"It is safe as long as none of the Order betray its location," Dumbledore said. "And besides, Severus, what other place can you think of?"
Snape went silent for a few minutes—no doubt trying to think of another place—and then let out a deep sigh of defeat.
"Your right," He said, "but I still don't like it."
"I know," Dumbledore said, "but there's no other way."
"That doesn't mean I have to like it," Snape said. "I suppose you want me to tell Voldemort that you've hidden Tomas from him again when he summons me?"
"Yes, but be careful," Dumbledore said. "You must not let him discover the truth inside your mind."
"I know," Snape said. "Now back to my son's new living arrangements. He must have the best of the Order to guard him."
"I agree," Dumbledore said. "We'll have to keep a full watch going around the house and a group of guards inside to look after him."
"I want only the best looking after him," Snape said. "That way there will be no mistakes."
"Of course," Dumbledore said. "I'll start putting a team together immediately. But for now we must awaken Tomas. He'll need to go get his things and be ready to leave as soon as possible."
Seeing this as his cue to join them Tomas opened the door and walked into the room. "I'm already up," He said.
"So I see," Dumbledore said. "How much did you hear of our conversation?"
Tomas looked away from him guilty. "All of it," He admitted.
"That saves me from explaining everything to you then," Dumbledore said. "You must go down to the Slytherin Dungeons with Snape and gather your things. Pack only the necessities though, Tomas."
"But how will you explain my disappearance?" Tomas asked.
"I'll think of something, Tomas," Dumbledore said. "But for now please go with your father."
"Yes, sir," Tomas said and followed Snape out of Dumbledore's office.
"Everyone should be in class," Snape said once they reached the portrait hole, "but be as quick as you can just incase."
Tomas nodded and muttered, "Salazar," at the portrait. When it swung open he looked back at Snape. "Are you coming with me?" He asked.
Snape shook his head. "I'll stay here and stop anyone from coming in," He said. "Now go and remember hurry."
Tomas nodded and slipped into the common room before racing down the hall that lead to the boy's dormitories.
There he opened his trunk and threw it onto his bed. He quickly hurried around the room picking up the things he knew he had to take with him and throwing them into the trunk.
He was halfway through packing when a voice made him jump out of his skin.
"Tomas? What are you doing?"
Tomas whipped around to see Draco sitting up in his bed, watching him with bleary eyes.
"Draco?" He gaped in shock. "Why aren't you in classes?"
"I faked sick," Draco said, "so I could be here when you came back." His eyes narrowed. "What was with that disappearing stunt last night anyway?" He said. "Do you have any idea how worried I was?"
"I'm sorry," Tomas said. "I didn't mean to make you worry."
"Sure you didn't," Draco said rolling his eyes. He opened his mouth ready to give Tomas a thorough lecture but stopped as he caught sight of the trunk. "Are you going somewhere?" He asked.
Tomas swallowed hard, trying to force the panic from rising up in his chest. "Um…yeah," He said.
Draco looked away from him, nervously worrying at his blankets. It took awhile for him to speak again but when he did his words surprised Tomas.
"I was hoping you wouldn't try to run."
"What do you mean?" Tomas asked.
Draco looked over at him and he could see the panic in those wide gray eyes. "He summoned all of us last night," He said, "and he explained that he had finally found his secret weapon. Something that was stolen from him a long time ago."
"Me," Tomas breathed.
Draco nodded. "He said that once you joined us he'd be unstoppable," He said. "And then he asked me to—"
"To be the one to take me to him," Tomas said coldly.
"Tomas, you don't understand!" Draco said pleadingly. "He's already disappointed with my family because of Father's failure but if I don't do what he says there's no telling what he'll do to Mother!"
"I understand, Draco," Tomas said, "but I'm not going along willingly."
"I know," Draco said. "That's why I planned ahead."
"What's that suppose to mean?" Tomas asked. He moved his hand towards the inside of his robes where he kept his wand but suddenly large, muscular arms were wrapping around him and hoisting him off the ground.
Tomas kicked and trashed trying to get free but to no avail. The person's hold was just too tight.
Draco had gotten out of bed now and was making his way towards Tomas with his wand drawn. "I'm sorry," He whispered, tapping his wand on Tomas's head.
And then everything went black.
Snape strode through the common room and down the hallway that lead to the boy's dormitories. Twenty minutes had passed since Tomas had gone inside to pack.
Something had to be wrong.
Throwing open the door to the sixth year dormitory he rushed inside. He noticed Tomas's half full trunk lying open on his bed but saw no sign of the boy himself.
Suddenly his wrist began to burn and he clutched it knowing that it was his answer to what had happened to his foster son.
