I do not own Carrie or Harry Potter. However I do own the characters Titus Malfoy This chapter takes us from Tom and Carrie and into the world of the Malfoy's where we learn ambition is the name of the game.

Chapter 10: Ambitions

Abraxas' POV

Color the young aristocrat surprised, he had not expected to see the pride of the White family so soon. Rumor had it the eldest girl would attend Hogwart's for her finishing, setting all of Angland's and Scotland's eligible families in a tail spin. The story went that Atia was picky when it came to Carrietta. If one wished to earn the hand of the young girl, and all the power and backing of the White family, they would have to win the heart of the young girl outright. He got things off to a bad start, but salvaged the situation in the end. He had not missed that blush when he had kissed her hand. The girl's open display of her wandless magic, done with such ease deeply impressed him. The girl carried obvious Slytherin traits behind that most innocent of masks. She was also a pretty little thing, with long, strawberry blonde hair and petite frame. It was her eyes that made her stand out, although she was every inch the picture of what breeding could gift one with. Icy blue eyes, more white than blue, they would startle anyone who saw her. Even he could fall under their spell.

His Little Anaconda, that is what he called her, and he wanted to see her again, soon, and make up for the misunderstanding of earlier. He had a couple of more shops to hit before awaiting his father, Titus Malfoy, in front of The Alchemist's Keep. That place gave him the creeps! Not for the dark magic that lingered there, which all Malfoys were drawn towards, but the crazed storekeeper, Yudora Archemis, who had saw better days when witches and wizards were still referred to as shaman, or so it seemed to him. She had a dangerous reputation of knowing how to commit and completely get away with murder, and it was rumored had done so before. He stopped at the Familiar shop. His owl, Vulcan had been elderly and recently died. He was using the opportunity to get what he really wanted, either a raven or a crow, both ancient symbols of Death and the Spirit World. He entered and demanded to see the most rare breeds of both. His father had taught him well about the importance of showing just the right ammount of wealth, in a way that bouth bought friends and made them fear you.

He soon found just what he was looking for. A healthy, beaugiful messenger crow, especially trained and bred in the Middle-East. "Mammon is not for sell!" yelled the store keep. So the bird was named after the Demon Prince of Greed, how perfect! "Everything has a price. Come now, I'll pay you three times what he's worth." Abraxas argued, calm and collected. "You arrogant twirp, I said no!" the older man yelled again. "Do you know who I am, sir?" he asked, his grey eyes set and cruel, twirling his wand in his hands. "I know EXACTLY who you are!" he snapped disrespectfully. "And you know who my father is?" he asked in an even tone. "He's not that far away, my friend." He nodded, his face growing a little pale. "You know he is not a man you wish to anger. Now be a good lad, and I'll take Mammon for $1500 galleons, it's a generous sum, and after all, he's only a bird." It was a large amount, and paired with the fear of Titus Malfoy, it had the desired affect.

Very well, young master." and against his will but not his better judgement, he grabbed Mammon's cage and they went to the front, were Abraxas paid for his prize and left the sotre with a smile. The beautiful bird looked up at him with surprising intelligence. As if he could understand him. Abraxas said "I am sorry for all that unpleasantness. I am your new master, and I will work you hard. But serve me well and you'll be treated well." he said. "Talking to yourself will get you locked up in St. Mungo's Malfoy." sneered a familiar voice. He turned to see the dark and exceptionally long hair and the ink black eyes of Daedalus Snape. He was clothed entirely in dark blue, doing nothing for the unattractive boy as far as Abraxas was concerned. "If I wanted the opinion of one who's family is as disgraced and fallen as yours, I would curse it out of you, Daedalus." he dead panned, keeping his face blank and eyes empty of any emotion, even if he boiled on the inside. "Not much longer. Soon the Snape name shall be restored, and I'll be on the right side of those who will do the restoring, something you in your pride will never manage.

Your arrogance and your pride will be the fall of your fmaily!" he countered as he came from beside one of the buildings. "And your self righteousness and contempt will be the fall of yours." he replied back. Daedalus was the great hope of his fmaily. He was an extremely talented wizard, with a knowledge of dark magic and deeply skilled in the fine art of manipulation. Abraxas knew better then to count him out. The pale git was a force to be reckoned with. He was also Tom Riddle's right hand man, which made him untouchable, for now. "I tire of this! I have places to be!" he pushed past him, ignoring his dimissive laugh. "Off to meet Daddy?" He commanded all his will to keep from turning around and slugging the smug bastard as hard as possible. He left remembering what his father told him. A disgraced pure-blooded family was a dangerous one, you never knew just how far they would go to get back what they had lost. And Daedalus was highly intelligent and crafty, along with being unsufferable arrogant. A dangerous wizard both as a foe and as an ally.

He pondered all this as he haded towards the candy store. His mother wanted the dark chocolate fudge with mint on the inside to crush and use for the crust of her Dark Chocolate Mint Pie. He seriously didn't want to run into someone else. Mammon was blessfully quiet in his cage as they walked the cobbled street. He avoided and ignored the crowd. Briefly he got lost in his thoughts again, thinking on Carrietta White. He had salvaged the situation well, making an obvious impression, which her blush had proved. An allaince with the White family would give the Malfoy's just what they needed to rise to the top of the wizarding world, and imagine the children! A slow smile formed across his face. He could always use his resources for information on her, and use that to win the girl. Then he would have no ned to take orders from anyone, including Tom Riddle! He would bring this up with his father. He soon entered the candy shop, in great high spirits.

A couple of chocolate frogs hopped by him as he made his way to the counter and sneered at the prices. "There should be an elite bakery" he thought. Perhaps one where the children were not every where. He made his purchase and got out as fast as he possibly could, eager almost to head towards The Alchemist's Keep, inspite of that crazy crone! He smiled with satisfation to learn that he would get there early. He wondered if his father had any luck in Knockturn Alley finding what he needed, a book rumored to be riddled with spells that dealth in Necromancy. He didn't want to know what he needed it for! As drawn to the darkness as he was, he wanted no dealings with Death and his realm. For Death always extracted a heavy price, one that it was impossible to escape. It figured though, that his father wanted to control both the living and the dead. It ws upon reaching the front of the store that he came upon an interesting sight!

His curiosity raised by the raised voices, he looked through the door. Sure enough, there was Tom with Carrietta. Yet there was great power surrounding the place, dark and menacing, full of violent promises! It was she, weilding this tremendous power, sending shivers down his spine and making the hairs on the back of his neck rise! He couldn't make out what she was saying, but she had thrown the crone to the floor with tremendous floor and held her pinned there painfully under her mere gaze, completely rendered helpless and unable to rise. The aura that surrounded her was the darkest thing he had ever felt. She was a Dark Goddess, wide eyed and deadly, taking what victim she would. She stood deathly still. She could easily kill her, Abraxas didn't know how he knew this, but he knew. This power thrilled him, drew him in and awoke a dark lust inside him. He longed to posess this power, to have in his grasp the vessel that for the first time in his life made him feel alive!

This was what mattered! This power, which meant all things! He didn't realize he had stopped breathing till he watched, a growl escaping him when Tom pulled the girl against him, putting his arms around her and speaking into the girl's ear causing the young girl to start calling back her power, as it receded the old crone began to rise with much effort, much to his disappointment. He turned that display, filled with a hunger he had never known before. For the first time, Tom's words made sense to him. The only thing that mattered was power and those daring enough to use it. He understood now why the girl was her family's pride! His thoughts from earlier returned to him. Who would make a more suitable bride for himself than her? The more he thought on it, the more it made sense. His Little Anaconda seemed already his, but he wouldn't discount Tom Riddle. He hadn't like the way he had been holding the girl! As he thought on this the two of them left the shop.

Tom glanced in his direction but paid him no heed. His and Carrietta's arms were linked. No matter! Abraxas had breeding and vast wealth with inheridited influence in the wizarding community. What did Tom have, cunning and a pretty face? Yet he still glared at his back as he walked down the street with his Little Anaconda. "It is not becoming of your station to glower so." said a voice behind him that made him jump. "Father." he said. "The new bird is acceptable. Now tell me what has those wheels of yours turning." said the older Malfoy. He was tall, slender but strong of build. His white blonde hair was tied back in a low pony tail. His robes were black, died Egyptian lenin with the family crest sewn into the back. His grey eyes were cold and calculating. Abaraxes faced him slowly. "It appears that Carrietta White is here much earlier than anticipated. I botched the first meeting at the clothing sotre, but got a first hand demonstration of her wandless magic, which is impressive."

He kept silent about what had happened with Yudora, though he didn't know why. He just had the feeling that was something he should keep to himself. "I salvaged our meeting, after all, she is such a pretty little thing. But I don't like one of her breeding being so close to Thomas Riddle" he said, matter of factly. Titus did not miss the gleam in his son's eyes, the Malfoy ambition and possessiveness showing. "With such breeding, and her family's power in America, you are thinking she would be a suitable bride, am I right?" he asked his son. "Don't forget their wealth, or her power. Such an alliance would be highly benefical to the family." Abraxas replied. He studied his father, pondering the older man's thoughts on the idea. "We will discuss it later. Now I could like to get home. It has been a tiring day. I never intended to be out so long!" hse said, grabbing him by the arm after handling their portkey which had them soon right back in Titus' study.