1I do not own Harry Potter nor Carrie, those belong to J.K. Rowling and Stephen King. I do however own the OC's Danya de Perion Malfoy, Magus Malfoy, and Titus Malfoy. In this chapter the owl arrives to bring our newly established friends and professor to Malfoy Mannor.
Chapter 15: Malfoy Manor
Carrie's POV
Time went quickly for her, Tom, and Magus. She went to bed every night exhausted. Doning triple time along with the darker, more involved lessons with Tom took a toll. Often, she had to leave making mischief to her boys. And man, Magus was a talented trouble-maker! Transfiguring Dumbledore's personal House Elf, Eabay, into Micky Mouse had them all guffawing for a month afterwards. The Professor's reaction, screaming like a girl, it was just a once in a life time event, not to be matched! It still shocked her, how after their initial stand-off, how well Tom and Magus got along with one another. She didn't mistake it for trust. Magus was still a Malfoy and Tom hadn't even trusted HER with everything quite yet. Neither had trusted him with the real story of how she got there. Yet if Tom had one male friend, he would name him Magus Malfoy. And she herself had warmed to the young genous the day they had met. When their gaze connected and he had allowed her full access to him. She was now, in fact, privy to the plans his family had for her. He told her himself not to trust any of them with anything vital, including himself. He was honour bound as a Malfoy to report it after all. They decided to not let Tom know about Abraxus'designs on her quite yet. His temper was short and violent, and he was extremely protective over her.
He would kill without thinking and he needed the support the Malfoy's could provide if the Cause was to survive. She was thinking over all theses things when a familiar figure bounced onto the edge of her bed. "Speak of the Devil and he shall appear." she joke with a smile. "And do your thoughts linger on me often, White?" Tom fired back. There was that knowing smirk that left her stomach in knots and made her face warm. "They linger on the Cause. Careful Riddle, I might begin to think that you hold yourself to to high of a regard." she replied, betraying herself with a giggle that bubbled up. "Nah!" he said giving her a large grim before tackling her. She couldn't help the girlish squeals that bubbled up. "Say mercy." he commanded, whispering in her ear as he tickled her. She ignored the chill that wnet up her spine at his actions and willed him not to notice. Instead, she looked up at him as he rose and shouted, "NEVER!" defiantly in his face. "Oh really?" he smirked and began again in earnest, without mercy. "Jesus Riddle, allow the poor chit to breathe once in a while!" quipped a new voice. "You are such a spoil sport Malfoy!" he muttered and she snorted. "There is news my dear. A letter for you come through the owlery curteousy of Mammon, Abraxus' owl." she began laughing hard.
"He really named his owl after the Demon Prince of Greed? Some bollocks your cousin has!" she managed to get out. Being from a Catholic orphanage, Tom couldn't help but bust out laughing with her. "Actually with Abraxus I think it is rather appropriate." he remarked. Magus
grinned. "True enough. But still, she needs to read and reply. I suspect it an invitation to the dinner Uncle Titus hinted at." he replied. "Oh joy of joys." she remarked sarcasticly. "Part of
pure-blood life, love. A nescerry evil. We'll be with you every step of the way." Tom reasured her. She gave a meaningful look to Magus. "I will keep Abraxus back as much as I can." he replied silently to her mind. "We need their support, I'll endure what I must." she answered. "You two have something you wish to share with the rest of the class? Tom asked, with a calculated look on his face. She groaned Sometimes that boy truly was to observant for his own good. "Nothing that should worry you." Magus saved her from answering. "Saying that instead of telling me says that I should be concerned." she could practically see Tom's body tense.
"This is not the time, Tom! I can't have you loosing it at the dinner! Let it go!" she thought to herself. She knew better, of course. He never dropped anything! "It would be a shame, to have to torture you. I was just starting to like you." there was something dangerous inhis eyes. His aura darkened around him and his magic wrapped itself around him like a coiled serpent ready to strike. Magus took a few steps back as Tom got up, never blinking, his gaze never leaving the other boy's. Suddenly Carrie feared for him. "The other Malfoys have designs on me." she blurted out. Both boys snapped to her. Tom calmed himself down enough to ask "What designs?" "Abraxus wants her, Riddle. Wants her bad, and I fear what he'll do to get her. My family wishes to make her his bride. His dsires, however, are deeper and darker than that. He wants possession of her. Complete and total. To own her and use her..." he trailed off. Both of them watched carefully. They didn't know how he would react to the news. "That was why it was so easy for Dumbledore to get you here, isn't it? Titus arranged for it, to have a Malfoy here to further the goals of the family?" Tom asked slowly, evenly.
Carrie was amazed at his acting skills. On the outside he looked calm and collected. Yet she felt his speeding heart beat and increasing anger as though it were her own. He was now at his most dangerous, she wondered if Magus knew that. "It is. Which is why I told her not to tust me with anything important. I would be honor bound as a Malfoy to report it if she did." Magus narrowed his eyes. Like he was daring Tom to call him traitor. His power was less raw, more at his command than Tom's and he let just a little leak out, in warning. As she watched, she got more and more irritated with both of them. She reached for her power and threw them both into the walls opposite one another. "BOYS! Knock it off! If you want to have a pissing contest, do it some other time! We have more important things to deal with right now!" she yelled. Tom looked unrepentant and amused by her display of power. Magus, however, looked like he was about ready to drop to his knees and worship her! This was the first time he had actually witnessed her true power, had felt it's full potential. "We better listen, Malfoy. She is down right scary when she's angry. Something you might want to remember if you think of betraying us." Tom said with a smirk.
"I don't doubt what she's capable of." he answered softly, in awe. "I think he just had a 'come to Jesus' moment there Tom!" and like that the mood changed. Tom started to laugh uncontrollably. "Wow love! You went THERE! That may just be one of the most beautiful insults I have ever heard!" he managed to get out. His laughter soon became contagious. Dumbledore found them
five minutes later, all three of them rolling over one another and holding their sides in. "Ahem!" they all three jumped at the sound of his voice. "While you three are down there, perhaps one of you would tell me why the invitation to the Malfoy's dinner was dropped into my soup." they were facing him now. Carrie gulped down more laughter. She could hear Tom stifling his own. "Erm...sorry?" she offered weakly. "Uh huh. Next time an owl comes for you, especially when it is not an owl, but a temperamental falcon, I suggest you attend to the matter immediately, am I understood, children?" they collectively groaned. They hated it when he called them children. That damned twinkle in his eye did nothing to lessen the insult."So when must we shuffle out? I don't have to SHOT do I?" the way she said shop had her boys snorting.
When she once ranted to them about clothes shopping, Magus got up, cupped her chin in his palm, looked her in the eyes and siad, "You are an improvement on the entirety of the female species!" Tom had only encouraged his actions at the time. "I think you are talented enough in Transfiguration to come up with something approriate. It IS a fancy dinner, so you will be expected to dress according to your station." he answered kindly. "Just please tell me those two have to suffer with me!" she exclaimed. "I am never wearing a tux for any reason again!" Tom exclaimed and crossed his arms across his chest. Magus burst out laughing. "Tom Riddle wore a tux? Did Hell freeze over? Wow! Blood hell!" Tom shot him a glare. "I was there, he was the best looking man in the room." said Carrie, the memory making her feel flush. Tom smirked at Magus like a hyhena. Almost like he was issuing the genious a challenge. "Oh God, here they go AGAIN! Save me Dumbledore!" she begged the Professor. The older man belly laughed. "Well, you could leave these two to their competition and work on a design for your dress in the study." he offered. "Could it be YOUR study?" she asked, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.
Then he laughedagain. You have an amazing gift of getting people to not be able to say no to you. Come along then!" he offered Carrie his arm, which she gladly took to help get back on her feet. She glanced back at Tom and Magus. "Now you two don't go and do something I wouldn't do." she gave a small smirk as she left with Dumbledore. "Which would be what exactly?" Maguse quipped at her back. As they exited, the Professor spoke. "Quite a band you have gathered around you, young one. You bring a side out of them I have never seen before and would like to see more of." She blushed at the compliment. "I wouldn't know about that...: she replied. "Speaking as one who has known them both since they were children, I am a good authority to tell you that you have wrought quite a change in both of them. You have made quite an impression, especially on young Mr. Riddle." at this comment, if she could have seen her reflection, she knew she would be beet red. That boy flsutered her more than any male ever had in her entire life! It was a great struggle to hide the effect he had on her. After all, he would never look at her...like that!" "I do not know what you mean." she replied. The old man simply winked at her.
"You will, when he is ready." he answered, confusing Carrie. She shook her head loose of those thoughts. "I plan on Slytherin colors, I am sure they will welcome that. A design that is a cross between medieval and asian. I am using the kimono as inspiration." she said, thinking out loud. "Sounds inspired." remarked Dumbledore. He seemed impresed so she felt encouraged to truly go for it. It was quite the thing, to be able to create a dress without limits. "How long do we have?" she asked him. "Two days and counting. You work while I go whip those boys into shape!"With that, the Professor left her to her own devices. She grabbed some parchment and sat down at the desk and began drawing her design. The top part of her dress was done in complete kimono style. The drapping sleeves almost touched the ground. The neckline was also traditional, though it dropped down lower than it usually would. She made it an empire waist, with a silver cincher threaded with silver going from just below her breasts to her hips. There the material split open. A silver strip wnet down the center of the skirt. The dress was made entirely out of silk, slytherine green. There were silver dragons swimming across the entirety of the green silk.
It was two hours later and very late when she finally finished. At midnight, Dumbledore popped his head in. "Well young lady, we got them up in a propter tither! But it is time to sleep. I sent off all our replies with that infernal falcon. Lets keep our head in studies. More than likely they will quiz you about your family. If there is a question you can not answer, try to either be vague or redirect it." he said. "But of course." she replied. She was so exhausted she had to lean on the Professor to make it back to the dorm clutching her design with both hands. "Be careful around this family, child. When they look at you they see power, something they desire more than even their wealth. They can not be trusted." he said to her. "Though Magus is of late proving that there may be a few exceptions..." he trailed off. "I know about the Malfoys. You need not worry. For a while at least they will be going out of their way to shower me with cuteosy. And Magus tells me that they fear Atia."she replied. He nodded in response. They soon were back at Ravenclaw Quarters and Carrie then fell into a deep sleep.
Tom's POV
The day had finally come. Coming to a compromise with Dumbledore, he dressed in fine black velvet lined with silver. His dress shirt was green satin with a silver tie. He fussed over himself much longer than usual. He wanted all his best features showcased. In doing so he knew he could over shadow Abraxus. The very thought of the blonde boy made his blood boil! The thoughts Magus' words had brought of him using HIS Carrie... She was not an object to be possessed! She was the epitome of grace and power! A self-possessed goddess, deadly and endearing, strong and vulnerable. She ws like fire. Wild, something that could nurture and create, or crumble and destroy. She was to be adored and obeyed, not to be anyone's servant. He had come to the conclusion that she and she alone was his equal. When his time came, he would make certain she would be seen as such. When finally statisfied with his image, he went off to find Magus. He found himself rather endeared to the young prodigy. Though proud, he was devoid of the trademark arrogance of his family. He was honest to the point of earning himself ire to those he was loyal to. He was grateful he had took Carrie's side, even above his own family.
It was obvious he respected her and was in awe of her intelligence and her lightening fast grasp of the lessons they had all given her. Strangely, she had a great talent in complicated Hermetic Magick. He sson found the other boy, who was dressed in black velvet and blood red silk, the colors of the Malfoy family. He had slicked his dark hair back into a low pony tail tied back with red ribbon. (Pretend that Magus has had long hair all along, like the rest of his family.) The other boy gave him a cheeky grin. "So she spoke no lies, I see. You really can dress to impress." Magus teased. "Says the man wearing a ribbon in his hair." Tom fired back with a smirk. Magus rolle his eyes. "We have a Lady of Slytherin to pick up now, don't we?" he suggested. Tom ignored his heart speeding up at how Magus just referred to Carrie. Whatever his feelings were for the girl, they had gotten stronger and stronger. He could no longer be certain that it was just because they had faced death together. Not the way his gaze lingered on her when she wasn't looking, or the smell of honeyed apples, her smell, left a smile on his lops automatically.
He knew he was going to have to fight this night to stay under control. The urge to crush Abraxus was close to becoming uncontrollable, he couldn't do that. As much as he hated the Malfoy there, his need for him and his family was stronger. They were the gatekeepers to getting the support of the Old Families for the Cause. And that Cause was bigger than him and his desires. Something he would probably have to repeat to himself all night. It would be hard, watching the Malfoy heir stare at her like she was the finest of fresh meat. It did help to know that Carrie could more than take care of herself. He didn't think she would let him get away with anything. "A galleon for your thoughts?" asked Magus at his side thoughtfully. "That cousin of your best behave tonight, otherwise I won't be able to control myself. Carrie is not a possesion to be owned. She is a power to be reclined with. I will not allow her to be used like a nindless pawn." he spoke evenly, taking deep breaths. "I shall not allow it either. She can never be waht he wants, what they want. She is a leader, not a follower." he replied. Tom nodded in agreement with him. They were soon before the entrance of Dumbledore's office. "Wizard?Sumo-Wrestling Sensation!" Tom spoke the new password with a smile.
Magus looked at him strangely. "Inside joke." he whispered. Before they could start their way up, there at the top was Carrie. Tom suddenly found it difficult to breathe! Her long hair was pulled up half way, eleborately braided on the top of her head and laced through with pearls. Tow tendrils were left loose on either side of her head and curled into ringlets. Half of her hair was also loose, going down her back, also in ringlets. She wore a gorgeous choker with tow coiling silver serpents with one wmerald eyes as the pendant. Her half kimono half medieval gown swam around her gracefully, the daring neckline leaving him tounge tied. The whole looked dazzled him. She dazzled him! And once he realized that, he knew there would be no going back. "My dear girl, just look at them. They both look like they haven struck by lightning!" the teasing voice of Dumbledore caught them off guard. Carrie turned red, causing a smile to tug at his lips. She really didn't know how much of a vision she truly was. He imagined that would always be true. Magus' words came back to him. She as more than a Lady, but a Slytherin Princess poised to become Queen! At the Professor's words, with freat effort, he swung his gaze to Magus.
The young genius had a look of god smacked adoration on his face. Like it was the MaDonna herself standing there. He was a goner, Tom knew it. Here was one Malfy fo who's loyalty he cold always be sure! He had told Carrie once that she would have half the world in love with her and the other half running scared! A slow smile formed. Recruiting Magus had been a brilliant stroke. A way he could still win the Malfoy's support but not have a follower who was constantly trying to take his place! He also knew he would be an ally in keeping Abraxus' paws off Carrie. The very thought of him and his plans filled him with a rge he had never known before. He felt a small, cool hand take his. He looked up. He had been lost enough in his thoughts, he had not seen her come to his side. Her hand was so soft, he liked the sensations it sent up and down his back. He squeezed it gently. "Mask yourself a little better, I can feel your anger, dear." she said to him softly. She held her other hand out and Magus took it immediately. The flow of magic between the three of them hummed around them protectively. They walked hand in hand, slowing so the Professor could take the lead. They all stopped to take in the beautiful sigh of the sum setting over the western hills.
A luxurious Rolls Royce pulled up instead of the crriage they expected. All of the mwere shocked. A ash blonde head popped out. "Well come on sis, we don't have all day!" spoke the voice that he now knew belonged to Aleca White. Carrie squealed with happiness and ran to the car. Tom didn't like being dragged but he loeverd seeing her that happy. He was also relieved. Over the last couple of moths, though younger, Aleca had proved herself to be quite the mother hen. She wouldn't allow the Malfoy heir to pull anything. He saw the Professor take the front seat before he, Carrie, and Magus piled in the back, just opposite of Carrie's 'sister' and her fiancé', the famed Atticus Black. He was beginning to think that just maybe, tonight wouldn't turn into a fiasco after all!
Magus' POV
She was a Goddess! A bonafide Slytherin Goddess! Beautiful, intelligent, cunning, powerful and dark! He could do nothing but worship, be her loyal, loving servant. He was caught now. His allegiance and loyalty to the Malfoy family began to melt. He be damned if he would let Carrie be waited on the likes of his cousin, who wasn't worthy enough to lick her shoes! Part of him felt guilty. Abraxus had protected him, had been his only true friend for most of his life. He also knew it was no small thing to turn your back on your family. But as he watched Carrie and Tom on the way to Malfoy Manor he knew, his connection to them was stronger and warmer than the cold, loveless ties that bound him to his family. But that had to be a secretHe must play out his role as the dutiful family genius till Riddle had obtained the family's support and services. How to do that and keep Carrie away from his lust filled cousin, he did not yet know. It was true that there was more than one eligible White girl, such as Aarelle, who was Carrie's own cousin from the Massachuttes branch of the family. She was rumored to be a pretty little thing. Courteous, quiet, and docile, features that appealed to men who preferred a pretty face and an obedient, unquestioning attitude. She also shared the wandless gift of her family.
She would suit his cousin better. Abraxus wanted to rule Carrie, something Magus knew would never work. But he wanted her desperately, to the point of near madness. If he wanted the other girl to be considered, he would have to go over his head and appeal to the family. This also meant bugging Carrie to get more information on the other girl. He was deep into these plan and ideas when he felt someone tap his shoulder. "Earth to Planet Malfoy, come in Planet Malfy!" Carrie sung out playfully. He shook his head to gather his wits. Tom was smirking at him, Aleca and Carrie both giggled, and the Black boy rolled his eyes while trying to hide a smile. "We are here, my attle-brained friend." Riddle teased as one of the Manor's servants opened the dorr for them to get out. When they were al outside, Atticus courteously offered his arm to Aleca, who beamed at him. The younger White seemed very happy with her match. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Riddle smile softly at Carrie and offered his arm to her. He found it strange that this did not bother him. Nor did his Goddess' enthusiastic response to the other boy. She held her other hnd out. "Come Magus! Do't be such a slow poke!" at her words a huge grin spread across his face and he mimicked Riddle, making all three of them laugh. He loved them, inspite of the short time had known them.
He loved them both, an interesting realization. "Mask your feelings, Malfoy. They can't know that you are ours." Riddle spoke into his mind. It ws gentle, and concerned. "I am a talented Machivellian, Riddle, do not be concerned about me." he replied to the brother of his own choosing. They were soon at the door, greeted by his Aunt Danya, who had outdone herself for this occasion. She was dazzling in the family colors. Her dress was blood red, with only one shoulder bare and the other enclosed completely into a long sleeve that shined in the light. Her waist cincer was black and laced through with red The dress reached the ground. Her bare arm had silver, ornamented dragons with slim wingers reaching from just below her shoulder to her wrsit. Her necklace was the silver replica of a dragon's tooth (Like the one Danerys wears in game of thrones). Her hair was pulled hight and curled and let loost to spill down her back. Her blue eyes went to Carrie immeidately. She smiled widely. "Carrietta, I have heard so much about you. And just look at you! That dress is esquisette! Such sophistication for one so young!" his aunt spoke. That spark in her eye put him a bit on edge. She looked a lottle to much like the cat that just ate the connary. "I see tastes runs in the family! We've heard much about you as well, Aleca. And my dear Magus..."
She pulled him into a hug. "You are growing quite handsome." she said out loud. "Your uncle and I are very pleased with you, you will be rewarded." she whispered to him. "Atticus always a pleasure, and it's been to long, Albus! Com on in, and make yourselves at home. My son will be down shortly" she eyed Carrie as she spoke the last part. He knew Danya would be watching every move she made. "Welcome to Malfoy Manor!" she said warmly.