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It would have been foolish to assume that Tom Riddle fully and so readily accepted my reasoning for my allegiance with him. So, I knew better than to make such presumptions. On the other hand, I believed that within him there was a desire to be accepted that was struggling to surface because he had never before fit in and Hogwarts gave him a flicker of hope to do so. And that made all the more harder for me because I wanted to believe in him and yet I couldn't at the same time...
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°• MORTE IX•°
"Sephira!"
Alphard greeted me with his familiar grin as we walked alongside. He was curiously glancing around, wondering where my friends were. Smiling at him I questioned him about his day so far, since we were in the same generation as well. Speaking of generation, I have never mentioned it beforehand. Those of the Black family who were in the same year as me were Alphard and his distant cousin Aurora – my roommate –which put all other Blacks years above me. The information I had about Orion was that he was in his third year while Cygnus was a year above him. There was also a Black female in the fifth year – Dorea Black. She was the future Mrs Potter. And the one and only Malfoy I knew in this school was in the second year.
Which made me curious how it was exactly that Abraxas, who was a year above Tom, would become his first inner circle member in the future. Of course, that wasn't precisely a fact, just a mere fans' calculation, or some rumor I once read on the internet before I died. And there was no proof of it, nor a solid confirmation from J.K. Rowling. Tom's future inner circle would not only be Abraxas though but would include Orion and Cygnus too. I could remember that in the future Tom had the Black families in his palm and fully supporting the dark cause – his cause – were also the Malfoy, Lestrange, Nott, Rosier, Crabbe and Goyle families or, as you could aptly put it, he had almost half of the Sacred Twenty-Eight backing him.
Speaking of his cause, I had never really known the stipulations of the true dark cause that Voldemort supported in his youth. Was it really about eradicating muggles? Because, as all people who live and stay in the muggle world, he should be aware of the scale of the muggles' capabilities, of what they could do when cornered. Especially when mentioning that their population is spread like the stars in the sky. I wanted to know his real goal – Tom Riddle's one, and not Lord Voldemort's – but I knew it would have to wait until the foreseeable future.
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°• My Another Life •°
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Checking out the Library was something of importance on my what-to-do-list, because, as far as I could remember, in this era where Dumbledore had no control and influence yet the Dark Arts books were not yet prohibited in Hogwarts and the Dark was still not considered "evil" by the Minister of Magic. Who knew what knowledge the grand Hogwarts Library possessed since, after all, the castle was ancient – built during the medieval era. Of course, I also found it interesting to discover another source of knowledge. It wasn't as though the Morte family was lacking in any of that, it was just that exploring any part of Hogwarts was like a dream come true. Living in this world was every Harry Potter fan's dream even when I was living in just a limited timeframe of the magical universe.
As I placed my hand on the tip of the book, I caught a familiar presence nearing without the sound of footsteps or anything. It made me realize that he was good, but not good enough. Putting on a façade of obliviousness and waiting for him to be the first to spark the conversation, I continued with what I was doing without so much as a flinch.
"I saw you talking to him."
Abraxas leaned on the wall as I continued examining the books on one of the library's shelves. His eyes followed my every movement.
"Pardon?" I asked feigning ignorance.
"You–know–who I meant."
I turned my body to face him as I raised my eyebrow at his accusing look, mentally giggling at his choice of 'words'.
"The mudblood." He continued.
"Hmm…" I took the book I wanted and headed towards an empty table to take a seat. He followed after me.
Pushing my wand out from my wand holster, I silently cast a privacy charm to prevent any attempts at eavesdropping on us. Ignoring the contemplative look from Abraxas I opened my book.
"That's harsh, Abraxas. Don't use that word carelessly – you don't know who might hear that."
"I am not throwing that word around carelessly, Sephira. I am perfectly aware of my surroundings." He stated and I merely nodded in acceptance at him.
Looking at his eyes, I closed my book briefly. "I know it's a problem if our housemates know what I did, so I give you my gratitude for keeping it to yourself."
He nodded, "You are mostly welcomed. But why you do you presume that I have not spread that information at all?" His eyes acquired a glint of curiosity.
"Because then you wouldn't be here, would you?"
"Fair enough." A pregnant pause, "But as your acquaintance, I merely voiced my concern. You should be aware of the Slytherin hierarchy and he's not a suitable companion at the moment."
"I am indeed aware of the order of our House, Abraxas. For now Tom Riddle maybe at the bottom of our hierarchy but he will not be in the future, of that I am sure."
"How do you know that, Sephira? Are you, perhaps, a seer?"
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°• My Another Life •°
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A sweet and soft laugh, like the sound of tinkling bells, caught Abraxas by surprise. He had never known that a female could produce such a nice sound, not even his own mother. The first year in front of him who laughed carelessly, dismissing the warning he had given, made him a little irritated. Just a little though.
Sephira Morte.
The first time he met her in the train compartment, the girl had piqued his interest. Despite her family's lack of presence in the Magical World – thus resulting in their lack of influence – she had been the most graceful girl he had ever seen. Never in his life had he met heiress like her, and that was saying something as the Malfoy were one of The Noble and Most Ancient Houses.
Girls from other houses only cared about their looks, fame and money. Abraxas knew this, but he himself was not a hypocrite – he knew that these three things were important in society. He had been educated as heir should and had spent time with his father, after all. But the girls' scale of value was definitely overdoing it – in fact, he found it annoying. Not to mention that they were loud like banshees. He couldn't even fathom how people could survive through that.
Shaking his head internally, he brought his attention back to the girl in front of him.
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°• My Another Life •°
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"Be honest with me, Abraxas – you are a wizard," Sephira stared intently at the pair of grey orbs in front of her. "But what would you say that witches and wizards favour the most?
Is it blood? Or magic?"
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