Harry does some exploring with his new body, gets his schedule, Dumbledore tries to manipulate Harry (maybe), Abraxas does something stupid, and Harry really just wants a smoke.
Tom is impressed and stuck between being amused by how gutsy Harry is and wholly irritated with how gutsy Harry is. He might figure it out one day, probably not though.
Harry's POV
The next morning came far too early for Harry, not that he was surprised to be up at practically the arse crack of dawn. With a silent Tempus, Harry made note that it was only four o'clock in the morning. That meant he had one hour to waste until curfew was up, and then another two hours after that for breakfast to start.
So in the meantime, Harry opened his trunk, got his clothes for the day and set about taking a shower.
While in the shower, he decided to explore this new body.
His body did appear to be fourteen, though he knew he'd only grow to look seventeen. Technically, he wasn't fourteen- then again he also wasn't seventeen for that matter- but his body still appeared like a fourteen year old should. Pale skin, slender overall, and light muscles that were only noticeable when he flexed. His dick- which yes he was looking at- was average sized, at least for a fourteen year old. He probably had a little more development to go- or at least he hoped he did. At this point, he figured he was probably around five inches, and hopefully before he got stuck at seventeen he'd have another inch or two to work with.
As Harry continued to explore- at least places that weren't his dick- he noticed a small chunk out of his left thigh and remembered what his inheritance test had said.
Apparently, when this body was eleven, he had apparated and spliced a bit of his thigh away. After that, he never spliced himself again.
As for why an eleven year old needed to apparate, it had to do with the fact that his family was constantly on the run. As for why they were on the run, the Peverell family had a long line of trusted individuals who served as their secret keepers and were essentially their line to the outside world.
Apparently, their secret keeper had given up where the Peverells lived to Grindelwald and that's what started the Peverell family being on the run.
The running was also why Hieronymus became an animagus so young. If they were found, he and his family could easily change into their animagus form and flee and surprisingly that had worked a few times, according to the memories Harry had received.
Harry also had a few more scars here and there- who are we kidding, the boy was practically covered in them- and from the associated memories, they're all from close calls during the time his family was on the run. Some were burn marks, some were cut marks, and one was an obvious lightning scar. Not like the one that used to be on his forehead, but an actual lightning scar -also known as a Lichtenberg figure- that ran down his back. Or at least he assumed it ran down his back since he could only make out a small bit of it around his hips.
Also, apparently, this body had killed someone before, not that it really bothered Harry, as it had been in self defense and wasn't just some mindless killing.
'Death, I have a question.'
Yes?
'Did Hieronymus exist before I came here? As a soul? Or was this body and its history solely made for me?'
Yes, I suppose he existed in a way. His soul wasn't complete, because I used part of your soul to make his existence. Now that you're here, the bit of soul that was Hieronymus is now part of you and complete. So it could be said Hieronymus was made solely for you, but he did exist before you came here, but even then he was still part of you. That's why you have his memories, since they technically belong to you.
'So he was both me, and not me. No one will be able to figure out there was a change, right?'
Not unless you say something. No one who knew the Hieronymus from before is still alive, and Grindelwald and his followers didn't exactly get or even want a chance to know who Hieronymus was, they were far more interested in the list.
'That's good then.'
Harry finished his shower, magically dried himself, and put on his uniform. By the time he left the bathroom it was around four fifteen, so it was still very early and curfew hadn't let up yet.
So in the meantime, Harry grabbed his books for the year and breezed through them. He already knew the subjects but he didn't remember exactly how the books had been written for all of his subjects. It had probably been hundreds of years since he last touched anything that was taught at Hogwarts. Instead he spent a lot of time researching how to make his own spells. He also added onto previously made spells simply so he had something to do.
Chances are if it was something someone needed, Harry had come up with a spell or two to help out.
Harry spent the next forty five minutes scanning over his books, then as soon as curfew was up- and he noticed that others were starting to wake up, namely Tom- Harry headed out of the dorm to go smoke a cigarette.
One cigarette turned into ten, so he spent about an hour smoking. For the next hour he just loitered around until the bell for breakfast went off. Thankfully he wasn't too far off from the Great Hall, so with a quick spell to rid himself of the smell of smoke, he headed in to get breakfast.
"Hieronymus! Here's your schedule!" Slughorn smiled cheerily as Harry started to walk towards the Slytherin table to sit down and eat his breakfast.
"Oh, thank you, and please call me Harry, Professor Slughorn." Harry offered a small smile as he looked over his schedule and let out a long sigh.
On Mondays, he had History of Magic with Hufflepuff, Herbology with Ravenclaw, Transfiguration with Gryffindor- which Harry wanted to throw himself off the Astronomy Tower when he realized that the class he had with Dumbledore also included Dumbledore's precious Gryffindors, Lunch, Potions with Gryffindors, Charms with Ravenclaw, and finally Defense Against the Dark Arts with Hufflepuff.
On Tuesdays, his day began with Arithmancy with Ravenclaw, Ancient Runes with Ravenclaw, Charms with Gryffindor, Lunch, Care of Magical Creatures with Hufflepuff, Herbology with Hufflepuff, and a free period.
On Wednesdays, the day started with History of Magic with Ravenclaw, Potions with Hufflepuff, Defense Against the Dark Arts with Gryffindor, Lunch, Herbology with Gryffindor, Ancient Runes with Hufflepuff, and Transfiguration with Hufflepuff.
On Thursdays, Ancient Runes with Gryffindor was first, Defence Against the Dark Arts with Ravenclaw, Care of Magical Creatures with Ravenclaw, Lunch, Potions with Ravenclaw, History of Magic with Gryffindor, and a free period. He also had astronomy from twelve am to one am.
On Fridays, the first period was Care of Magical Creatures with Gryffindor, Arithmancy with Gryffindor, Care of Magical Creatures with Hufflepuff, Lunch, Transfiguration with Ravenclaw, and two free periods.
Curfew began at nine pm and ended at five am.
About five minutes after Harry sat down and read his schedule while nibbling on his breakfast- which was mostly made of strawberry breakfast pastries, it wasn't like he needed to eat healthy anyway- Tom and his followers came down to eat breakfast as well.
Harry was sitting further away from everyone and of course he was slouching, which didn't seem to sit right with a certain Malfoy who was sitting just a little bit aways with Tom and his group.
"Honestly, did you listen to the rules the Head Boy and Head Girl gave you? You'll end up bringing Slytherin down with the way you're slouching." Abraxas snapped out, his upper lip drawing up into a sneer.
Harry only let out a long sigh.
"Did I ever give the impression that I wanted to follow the rules?" Harry responded sardonically as he took a bite out of his strawberry pastry.
"Well you ought to, you never know who you might offend, and it would make your life difficult." Abraxas hissed out, and Harry was half surprised that Malfoy wasn't hexing him well into next week.
"Life is already difficult, especially with someone yammering at me while I'm trying to eat." Harry pointed out lazily, making a point by taking an especially large bite of his pastry to the point his cheeks were stuffed with food and there were crumbs on his lips.
"Excuse me?" Abraxas practically growled out while Harry's face pulled up in an amused expression. The Malfoy's never change, do they?
"You heard me. Did I stutter? I can say it again if need be." Harry asked with a slight cough as he swallowed the large amount of food in his mouth and rubbed the crumbs from his face with his hand, purposely being as mannerless as he could possibly get in this situation in an attempt to further piss Abraxas off.
"You better watch yourself Peverell, I'm just trying to help, you don't want me as an enemy." Abraxas snarled out, his hands curling into tight fists. Harry would bet that if he pushed just a bit harder, Abraxas' fingernails would break through the skin on his palm.
"And I certainly don't want you as a friend, either." Harry pointed out as he finished off his pastry and stood up.
"Watch it, Peverell."
Harry simply rolled his eyes and glanced over towards Tom and felt irritated. He felt that perhaps Abraxas bothering him was something that was set up by Tom Riddle.
All Harry wanted to do was get through school, stop the creation of the Horcruxes, and perhaps steal Dumbledore's thunder so the man wouldn't have such a stranglehold on the wizarding world. Still didn't mean he didn't want to throttle Tom for bothering him already. It was literally the second day of school, technically the first if no one took into consideration the Welcoming Feast.
Either way, Harry was extremely irritated by the provocation of Abraxas, which meant Tom had something to do with it. Even if Tom didn't, it was the fact he allowed Abraxas to taunt him.
'He didn't start out evil. He didn't start out evil. He didn't start out evil.'
Harry continued to remind himself while trying not to glower in Tom Riddle's direction. Sure, the boy wasn't evil- yet- but he sure as hell was pompous and Harry's goal was to lead Tom away from becoming a dark lord or at least not make Horcruxes. He couldn't very well achieve that if he became a dark lord himself by throttling the boy. Even if the thought was very, very tempting at the moment.
'I guess none of them actually started out evil, but Merlin do I want to throttle Abraxas and Tom.'
Harry left, heading to his first class of the day.
Both his first and the second class didn't involve too much other than realizing that he shared a lot of classes with Tom and his ilk. History of Magic was mostly just Binn's blathering on about history and he was introduced to the Herbology teacher who was aptly named Laurel Bulb who was an older woman with dark skin with bits of pale and tan spots of vitiligo along her face and arms, with long dreaded brown hair that looked as thought leaves were growing out of it here and there. The most startling thing about her were her grass green eyes that sparkled every time she talked about Herbology.
The next class was one Harry was dreading slightly. Transfiguration with Dumbledore and with the Gryffindors.
The class was segregated, like it was in his time. Slytherin to one side, Gryffindor to the other.
Harry sat far from Tom and his friends, but nowhere near the Gryffindors.
The class was just beginning and nothing serious was going to be gone over since it was the first official day of school. What Harry noticed again and again was Dumbledore trying to get eye contact with him which made a disgusting chill run up and down his spine.
Feeling fed up, Harry made direct eye contact with Dumbledore and felt the brush against his mind, but easily bounced Dumbledore off and felt glee at the shocked feeling on the old man's face.
"Mister Peverell, do you mind staying behind after class?" Dumbledore finally stopped talking about what they would be covering over the year, and instead directed a question to Harry.
"Of course Professor, did I do something wrong?" Harry kept his expression genial, looking as though he truly was confused about why he was asked to stay after class. Harry wasn't actually confused, he figured either Dumbledore wanted to interrogate him further or "apologize" in order to get Harry to lessen his guard. As if Harry would allow the old man to manipulate him all over again.
If he wanted another sacrificial pawn, he would have to find someone else to do it.
"Oh no, I just wanted to talk to you about our first meeting." Dumbledore gave the same genial expression that Harry gave, but Harry's was far more believable.
"Oh, alright Professor!" Harry gave what looked to be a happy smile, though only he knew how fake the smile was.
Class dragged on for a bit, and Harry pointedly ignored the glance from Tom while barely listening to Dumbledore drone on and on.
Finally, class ended and everyone began to trickle out of the classroom until only Dumbledore and Harry were left.
"I wanted to apologize for how I acted when we first met. I'm sure you understand with Grindelwald, everyone has been very cautious." Dumbledore offered gently as Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Of course, Professor, I realize that. I do not blame you at all." Harry offered a smile before pausing a moment.
"I do hope you don't think I'm in league with Grindelwald, though. The Hallows mark on me… it was handed down in my family. In fact Grindelwald stole it from the Peverells-"
"It's fine, my boy, I understand. I just wanted to apologize." Dumbledore raised his hands in a semi-surrendering gesture and Harry simply nodded.
"Alright, may I go now, then?" Harry motioned towards the door which Dumbledore nodded to.
Harry didn't wait around and quickly left.
The young wizard- could he actually be called young considering he was a thousand plus years old?- made his way towards the nearest exit of Hogwarts. He wasn't exactly hungry, but he really wanted to smoke.
He would have been smoking by now, if not for the cry of…
"Locomotor Mortis!"
Harry wordlessly bounced the jinx off and turned around, unimpressed with whomever was trying to jinx him.
Much to his surprise- or not, really- it was Abraxas who had wanted to jinx him, and behind Abraxas was Dolohov.
Harry wasn't at all shocked by this "ambush" and was equally unsurprised by Tom and Black standing off a ways.
"Look, I apologize if I offended you during breakfast, but trying to sneak attack me is a bit low, don't you think?" Harry asked calmly, looking wholly unimpressed with the entire situation. Honestly, he just wanted to smoke, and the longer Abraxas- technically Tom and yes Harry was blaming Tom even if he had no part in this- kept him from smoking, the more pissed off he was getting.
"It isn't a sneak attack, I am simply trying to teach you a lesson in manners, Peverell ." Abraxas snapped out angrily, his grip on his wand tightening. Harry tensed and prepared for another hex or jinx, but thankfully nothing was sent his way yet.
"A lesson? Teach ? Me ? I know manners, I have them, but I fail to see why I need to sit like I have a stick up my arse during mealtime. Mealtime is meant to be relaxing, not a show." Harry muttered out boredly. He really wanted this conversation to end already.
"You must uphold the Slytherin name. You were sorted into this house, you have to act like it." Abraxas grit out and Harry swore he saw the blonde stomp his foot. It really looked like Malfoy was about to throw a hissy fit.
"I'll act as I please, Malfoy." Harry frowned as he moved like he was about to grab his wand, though he didn't actually need to use the wand.
"Then don't expect an easy time here. Petrificus Totalus!" Harry, unfortunately, never got the chance as Abraxas sent out another spell, but instead of bouncing it off like he had before, Harry let it hit him. Mostly because he was curious about why the blonde wanted to bind him in place.
At that point, Tom stepped in front of Harry and gripped the shorter boy's chin. Dark brown- almost black- eyes met startling, bright green eyes.
Harry could feel the brush against his mind and bounced it off, scowling. Like he was going to let Tom inside his mind. If he wasn't about to let Dumbledore in his mind, he sure as hell wasn't letting Tom in. Both Dumbledore and Tom could be just as manipulative as each other- and that certainly wasn't a compliment.
"I'd appreciate it if you left my mind untouched, thank you. As for you." Harry said, his tone tense as his eyes narrowed at Tom, before tearing himself away from Tom and shifting his gaze over to Abraxas. For a very long time, Harry had a very relaxed way of living. If people left him alone, he would leave them alone in turn, but those who bothered him would end up regretting it.
Harry's eyes focused on Abraxas and he cast a silent Levicorpus. He watched as Abraxas let out an undignified shriek and was lifted into the air by his ankles. They were still inside of Hogwarts, but thankfully Hogwarts had high ceilings. Up and up Abraxas went, shouting in the meantime while Harry smirked.
It got to the point that Abraxas was so high in the air that if Harry let the spell go, the blond was very likely to end up breaking something from the fall.
"Since you like to think you're so above me, why don't you just stay there?" Harry called upwards before turning back towards the exit. He still wanted to smoke his cigarette and now he was pretty certain he'd be left alone.
Just before he stepped past the threshold of the door leading outside, Harry paused a moment. He silently cast Liberacorpus and stepped outside, not bothering to see the aftermath of his actions.
Harry walked a far bit before lighting up a cigarette to smoke. He wasn't going to bother with lunch, instead he spent the entire hour smoking cigarettes and keeping his guard up in case any other of Tom's followers decided to get a sneak shot in. While smoking he continued to remind himself that Tom definitely didn't start out evil, and even if he and his followers were arrogant, he couldn't accomplish things if he killed the kids. And that's exactly what they were- for the time being- just kids. Perhaps he could lead them down a more sane political route than an all out, "let's destroy all muggleborns" route.
Tom's POV
Tom was mildly impressed when he woke up and noticed Peverell was already up, and probably had been up for quite a while seeing as he was dressed already and reading his school books. Tom himself usually got up thirty minutes before curfew let up- which was at five am, since he tended to stay up an hour past curfew- which was nine pm. Instead of getting up immediately, Tom set about observing Peverell.
All Peverell did was flip through his books, probably too fast to actually observe any information from those books. Tom wasn't very impressed. He spent almost all summer going over his books, and would be reviewing his books the next few days to make sure he got a grasp on the subjects of his classes. To see someone casually flipping through books just to pass the time upset Tom somewhat.
He then smirked to himself as he realized that soon enough Peverell would know better. Sure, it wouldn't be him teaching Peverell that lesson, at least not just yet, but his followers would start on Peverell. Tom didn't really care if Peverell caught on to knowing it was him encouraging- though it was less encouraging and more just him agreeing without actually saying or doing anything- his followers to straighten Peverell out.
Soon enough the bell- a bell that was quieter than the rest of the bells for the day- signaling that curfew was over rang. Peverell quickly ran out of the room, going Merlin knows where. Tom quickly got up, took a quick shower, and got dressed. By the time he finished, the rest of his followers were beginning to wake up and get ready themselves. In the meantime, Tom reviewed his books again until everyone was ready and they all headed down to breakfast.
Thankfully it wasn't entirely packed by the time they got down there, so Tom and his group sat somewhat near to where Peverell was sitting and eating.
Tom observed the boy, then nodded when Abraxas gave him an expectant look.
"Honestly, did you listen to the rules the Head Boy and Head Girl gave you? You'll end up bringing Slytherin down with the way you're slouching." Abraxas snapped out, his upper lip drawing up into a sneer.
Harry only let out a long sigh and Tom watched the show with rapt attention. Although Tom wasn't expecting Harry to be hexed since the Professors were also eating breakfast, he was still excited to see how Peverell handled things.
"Did I ever give the impression that I wanted to follow the rules?"
Tom frowned a bit at this statement. Sure, for right now Peverell didn't want to follow the rules, but Tom would make sure the boy followed the rules eventually.
"Well you ought to, you never know who you might offend, and it would make your life difficult." Abraxas hissed out while Tom observed. What Abraxas had said wasn't wrong. If Peverell wasn't more careful, he would find his life far more difficult than normal if he didn't clean up his act.
"Life is already difficult, especially with someone yammering at me while I'm trying to eat."
Tom resisted the urge to smirk at Peverell's statement. Though he found the boy very uncouth, he still found his quips to be very, very amusing, though he'd never show he was amused or say he found it amusing. In fact, if any of his followers had said something like that, chances are they'd end up hexed. As for why Tom found it amusing when Peverell was the one talking, he figured it probably was because he was going to enjoy the look of defeat when Peverell would be taught a lesson.
"Excuse me?" Abraxas practically growled out.
"You heard me. Did I stutter? I can say it again if need be."
Tom sneered slightly at Harry's impolite behavior, unimpressed and disgusted with how Peverell was eating his food. Truly there was no reason to be eating like a feral dog.
"You better watch yourself Peverell, I'm just trying to help, you don't want me as an enemy."
Tom pretended to be busy eating while keeping an ear on the rest of the conversation. Tom was perhaps a little too excited to see Peverell's look of defeat when he realized just how outclassed he was. Powerful magic or no, it meant nothing if a wizard did not know how to use it and from the rumors, Peverell had only ever been home schooled, so his abilities may not be up to par. Tom somewhat hoped to be wrong, but would be pleased if he was right, as that meant he could mold Peverell into the perfect follower.
"And I certainly don't want you as a friend, either."
Tom watched as Harry walked away, then looked to Abraxas with a pleased expression.
"As soon as I get the chance, I'm hexing him!" Abraxas groused as Black and Dolohov chuckled.
"Be sure to bind him later, I want to try something." Tom noted, neither outwardly agreeing or disagreeing with Abraxas' plan to get even with Peverell.
As soon as either lunch or dinner rolled around, Peverell would learn his place or he would prove just why Tom had the feeling that he wanted him as a follower.
Tom was pleased to learn that Peverell and himself shared quite a few classes. Hopefully the rest of their schedule would be similar throughout the week so he could continue to observe the boy.
Nothing of note happened for the first two classes, it wasn't until Transfiguration rolled around that something did happen.
Namely, it was Dumbledore singling Peverell out.
Tom did not bother to hide his scowl. He wasn't entirely sure what Dumbledore was going to say to Peverell, but he wouldn't put it past the old man to try and butter up to Peverell in one way or another, as he had done with many of the other popular- and non Slytherin- children of famous families. If Dumbledore was smart, he would seek out the families in Slytherin to spread his influence. The Honorable Houses of Slytherin all had real connections, whereas the other Hogwarts Houses didn't have nearly as many connections all in one place.
With a lot of reluctance, Tom left the room with his followers that shared his classes, namely Black, Dolohov, and Malfoy.
"When should we go after him?" Abraxas asked while looking at everyone before stopping his gaze on Tom.
"Follow him and find a good point in which to go after him, I suppose." Tom suggested mildly as they walked away from the Transfiguration classroom.
"Locomotor Mortis!" It had taken a few minutes for Abraxas and Dolohov to find Peverell- and Tom wasn't including himself because he just happened to be following along, or that's what he'd tell anyone who asked- and catch him off guard.
Or at least Abraxas must have thought he'd caught Peverell off guard, but the fact that the jinx bounced off of Peverell's shield proved that the boy had been ready for something like this.
"Look, I apologize if I offended you during breakfast, but trying to sneak attack me is a bit low, don't you think?" Tom listened to Peverell speak, but the insincerity in his tone was obvious, even to the slowest of thinkers. Tom felt that he liked Peverell just like this- ready to spit out a quip even if the world was falling in around him.
How pleased Tom would be to see Peverell's face drop in defeat, but how much more pleased he would be when- or if- Peverell could back up his arrogance.
"It isn't a sneak attack, I am simply trying to teach you a lesson in manners, Peverell ." Abraxas snapped out angrily, his grip on his wand tightening. Tom watched as Peverell seemed to tense, as though expecting another attack. Tom had to give it to Peverell, his instincts were pretty amazing if he was preparing for another attack just from the tensing of Abraxas' hand.
"A lesson? Teach ? Me ? I know manners, I have them, but I fail to see why I need to sit like I have a stick up my arse during mealtime. Mealtime is meant to be relaxing, not a show."
Tom blinked, somehow not at all surprised that Peverell was capable of manners and just decided not to use them. Either way, Tom would train him to use his manners in time, for the time being he was merely content to observe Peverell. At least until Peverell either proved himself worthy of Tom's interest or managed to disappoint him somehow, in which Peverell would simply have to life with the consequences of Tom's disappointment.
"You must uphold the Slytherin name. You were sorted into this house, you have to act like it." Abraxas grit out Tom entirely agreed with this point. Peverell was sorted into Slytherin, and by being sorted in Slytherin, he had to uphold the house even if he did nothing else. Being in Slytherin was a privilege, yet Peverell was treating it more like a burden. Being sorted into Slytherin was anything, but a burden. The house helped each other out to make sure they did their best, whereas other houses were less helpful to their own. The only other house that had such a tight community would be Hufflepuff, and that was simply due to their unending loyalty.
"I'll act as I please, Malfoy."
Tom resisted the urge to say, "please do," and instead watched as Peverell seemed to move to get his wand, but before he could, Abraxas said, "then don't expect an easy time here. Petrificus Totalus!"
For some odd reason that Tom couldn't quite place just yet- Peverell decided to let the curse hit him. Tom didn't question it, though, because he got what he wanted out of this whole situation.
Tom stepped forward and gripped Peverell's- admittedly soft- chin and held his gaze for a moment.
Eerily bright green met nearly-black brown eyes.
Tom resisted the shiver that crawled up his spine. He wasn't sure if he disliked the color of Peverell's eyes or if he wanted to stare into his eyes for a bit longer.
Either way, he put that thought to the side and tried to get into Peverell's mind, only to find shields even thicker and more confusing than Dumbledore's occlusions. Briefly, Tom wondered if perhaps he had messed something- what that something was, he wasn't sure of yet- up.
"I'd appreciate it if you left my mind untouched, thank you. As for you."
Tom was shocked as Peverell both completely kept him out of his mind and tore himself away, then turned his attention onto Abraxas.
Tom isn't sure what jinx, hex, or curse Peverell used to make Abraxas fly up into the air by his ankles, but he did want to know exactly what spell Peverell used to accomplish it.
Tom admittedly was a bit disappointed by how undignified Abraxas was acting, but he felt that he couldn't exactly blame the blond boy. He was being held up by his ankle nearly twenty feet in the air with only the hard stone floors of Hogwarts beneath him.
Finally, Abraxas' unwilling ascent stopped and Peverell seemed extremely enthused.
"Since you like to think you're so above me, why don't you just stay there?" Harry had called upwards before turning back towards the exit.
If not for Tom's quick thinking and casting Molliare to cushion the floor below, Abraxas would have very well broken quite a few bones or possibly would have ended up needing to go to Saint Mungos to put the blond back together.
Although things didn't work out exactly how Tom expected, he was entirely happy with how things turned out. The feral look of enjoyment and smugness Peverell displayed at the end there did something to Tom that he wasn't sure what he could call it. The feeling was warm, but also very hot and tingly, and something he wasn't yet used to.
"Wh-what in the Merlin was that?!" Dolohov hissed out, eyes wide from the shock of watching Abraxas nearly be severely injured by falling, obviously sending the boy into a fit of anger.
"I am not sure, but I would like to know the spell he used to do whatever it was that he did to Abraxas." Tom pointed out mildly as Black let out a tired sigh.
"Perhaps we should get him to the infirmary, seeing as he's passed out?" Black stated while waving his arm towards Abraxas who had passed out midway through his fall.
"Shouldn't we do something about what he did, though?" Dolohov asked as Tom wordlessly cast a Wingardium Leviosa on the passed out Abraxas and began to head towards the infirmary.
"Why should we do anything? Abraxas started this, so Abraxas will finish it. I already tried to get what I want out of this situation, but the situation was started by Abraxas alone. How he deals with it is his own business. It would be better if we stayed out of it." Tom's tone was mild, but his words were clear. He meant that if Abraxas wanted to continue on this road of taunting Peverell, then he would have to walk that road alone.
"But he could have hurt or even killed Abraxas-"
"And there were three very well and adept wizards nearby who would obviously make sure that no harm came to Abraxas, I am positive Peverell took that into consideration when he let the spell go, Dolohov. I still suggest leaving the boy alone. He has the skill to make his own spells, it would not be wise to try and duel him, but if you feel the need, go right ahead. I will not stop you. Anyway, get to lunch." Tom waved Dolohov and Black off while transporting Abraxas to the infirmary.
He simply told Paisley Pomfrey that Abraxas had been caught in a first day duel and had passed out from it before heading to lunch himself.
Part of him was tempted to make things escalate so he could truly see how Peverell worked, but he also figured that he really didn't have to. Either Malfoy or Dolohov would challenge him to a duel and hopefully said duel would be in the common room so Peverell could show off his strength. Tom just hoped that Peverell knew how to use his strength, but seeing as he could make his own spells, he didn't doubt that Peverell would wipe the floor with anyone who dueled him.
Once Peverell established a higher ranking within Slytherin, then Tom could go about working him into his fold and work on those atrocious manners. He would make Peverell an amazing Slytherin, perhaps just as good as him.
If not, then there were other ways of getting Peverell to walk in line, Tom just hoped it wouldn't come to such extreme measures.
A/N; Tom really be stuck between being amused by how gutsy Harry is and annoyed at how gutsy Harry is. It's okay dude, you'll figure it out eventually. Also yes, Tom comes off a little bipolar with what he wants, but it's because he doesn't know what he wants that he's so wishy washy. Trust me, once he figures it out, he'll be more consistent.