HP in the name of Slytherin

As if awakened by Lucius's exclamation, Abraxas realized that there was more than just Tom here, and his posture sitting on the ground was really inappropriate.

It was a little difficult for him to stand up, but fortunately Tom had already run over when he called and helped him stand up again.

"What happened to your height?" Abraxas exclaimed in a low voice, then looked down at his hands, "How did I become so tall?"

Like every time he whispered to Tom in class, he lowered his voice and asked his friend: "What's going on with that person? Who does he call daddy?"

This familiar feeling of intimacy exactly matched Tom's memory, and he said naturally: "Call you daddy, he is your son Lucius."

The young man's warm gray-blue eyes suddenly opened wide, and the hand holding Tom trembled slightly.

Lucius and Catherine also approached, with the familiar Tom as a partition. Abraxas at least remembered that he was the eldest son of the Malfoy family. He coughed lightly, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a tall and proud look, very reserved. Nodding to Lucius and Catherine.

He didn't believe what kind of son he was. He, Abraxas, was only 13 years old. He was a clean man and didn't even have a girlfriend. There was no way he could have such an old son.

Although Tom thinks Abraxas like this is very good and he likes it very much, he also knows that this is the sequelae of Abraxas' injury. As a good friend, in addition to his own preferences, he should pay more attention to his friend's health.

He smiled and said to Abraxas: "You were injured before and something happened. This is the Miss Catherine we invited to treat you. She is Catherine Slytherin."

The pride and trust in his words were undisguised. Abraxas was also a studious little wizard when he was a student. Naturally, he had heard the name of Catherine Slytherin. His eyes immediately lit up, and he bowed and saluted gracefully, "You Well, Miss Catherine, I am Abraxas Malfoy, a descendant of Armand Malfoy and the heir of this generation of the Malfoy family."

Lucius:...

"Hello, Abraxas." Catherine gently raised her hand and accepted Abraxas' hand kiss calmly.

Lucius:...

Unable to bear it any longer, he gently tugged on the corner of Catherine's robe, looking for help.

Of course, this little move couldn't be hidden from Abraxas, the tallest person present. His confused and cold eyes glanced over, and Lucius only read strangeness and disapproval.

——This little gesture of pulling on a woman’s clothes is really inappropriate.

Definitely not his son.

Lucius:...

I want to cry, really.

Tom took Abraxas's hand and successfully attracted his friend's attention, "Abraxas, let's go upstairs and have a good chat. Don't look at him like this. He is really your son."

Abraxas didn't think there was anything wrong with him at all. Apart from the fact that he felt a little uncomfortable and had become taller for no apparent reason, he didn't feel anything was wrong with him at all. He even wanted to ask a random question: Is this your Christmas prank, Tom?

His memory stopped at Christmas in third grade, and every day in the past was clear.

The group of people went up from the basement. Malfoy Manor was always brightly lit as long as the owner was at home, but everything in Armand Palace was familiar yet strange to Abraxas.

Going upstairs from the stairs on the left side of the hall, there are scrolls of characters of the Malfoy family hanging all the way to the master room. Each head of the family and his wife, from the beginning, gradually turned into a magical scroll.

Before the last frame, Abraxas stopped.

Lucius had known from Catherine before that there would be problems with Abraxas's memory. The two of them discussed that in order not to irritate Abraxas, he could walk back to the bedroom through the long corridor here after waking up.

In this last frame are Abraxas's parents.

When Abraxas was in his third year, he was still the carefree young master of the Malfoy family, living a fairy-tale perfect life under the protection of his parents.

The young man stopped in place. He clearly remembered that the family picture frame in the corridor should be parked with his grandparents. There was an extra picture frame in front of him. Even before he walked in front of it, he seemed to know who it should correspond to.

Abraxas glanced at Tom nervously and at a loss, and only then did he feel that something unexpected had really happened to him.

Lucius had never seen the people in this scroll before they were alive. Only Tom had seen them - as a good friend of Abraxas, he had been invited to Malfoy Manor by Abraxas and was invited by the former The Malfoy couple had warmly entertained him.

"Tom..." Abraxas's voice was filled with tears as he called out his friend's name, "Didn't I write you a letter a few days ago asking you to come to our house for Christmas?"

The memory of every day in the past was very clear. He remembered it very clearly: "The day before yesterday, I went to Diagon Alley with my mother to pick up a customized dress. Yesterday, my father checked my homework."

Tom's first visit to Malfoy Manor was during Christmas in their third year.

Tom held his friend's cold hand in both hands. He had grown so tall and completely handsome that he was an adult. In comparison, Tom was several years younger than his son.

But when the two of them stood together like this, it looked like the tall Abraxas was like a child in need of care and comfort.

When he was a boy, Abraxas relied a lot on Tom, a friend who was mature, smart, excellent, beautiful, stable and considerate... in short, everything was perfect.

"Abu, Abu," Tom rubbed Abraxas's cold hand, feeling very uncomfortable, "Listen to me, it's already 1971, and a lot of things happened in the meantime. I'm sorry that I wasn't with you at that time. On your side, I’m really sorry.”

When the Malfoys died, Voldemort was on his magical journey around the world.

He read the news through the newspaper, but had no intention of looking back, because at the same time he also got news of ancient magical ruins on the southern coast of the Mediterranean.

Voldemort was afraid of being late. This had actually been circulating for many years, and the magical relics that had not been discovered were discovered by others first.

He only wrote one text message to Abraxas, but Abraxas knew through the owl that his best and most important friend in the first half of his life was actually in West Germany at that time.

Abraxas did not blame Tom, had no position, and did not have this habit - throughout his Hogwarts era, including the two or three years after graduation, Tom Riddle really left too many colorful and beautiful memories.

Tom's dream has always been to become the strongest and greatest wizard, master all magic, and research newer and stronger magic. Of course, there will be a lot of information or clues about powerful ancient magic left in the mysterious magic ruins.

It was so important, and Tom had to be fully prepared for it. It was normal to not have time to come back... Abraxas comforted himself like this.

Slytherins all have ambitions. Abraxas also dreamed of becoming a great wizard when he was a boy. He has talent and the support of the Malfoy family. What dream cannot be realized?

It was him who gave up, realizing that he was far behind the real geniuses, and realizing that he actually preferred to be the heir to the Malfoy family, and to be the head of the Malfoy family in the future, so that the Malfoy family could flourish.

This boyhood dream can be left to his most proud friend Tom, a wizard who is truly gifted, talented, perseverant and perseverant...

So it didn't matter, not coming to his parents' funeral, not being by his side during his most difficult time... Abraxas could totally understand.

No resentment, no entanglement, just blessing and support.

It was only on that day that he realized that Tom had gone to pursue his own goals in life, while he had been living under his father's wings.

He was chased by Tom during his Hogwarts days, and chased by his father after graduation. He had never truly walked alone.

At his parents' funeral, Abraxas felt for the first time that he should grow up.

When they meet again, Tom becomes Voldemort and Abraxas becomes Mr. Malfoy. When they contact and cooperate again, Abraxas will naturally think about his family, just like Voldemort has always only thought about himself.

Only now, when his brain suddenly encountered a blizzard-like chaos, in front of him was the portrait of his parents who had told him what to pay attention to at the dinner a few hours ago and told him to entertain his friends well... and beside him was the person who claimed to be his son. There was a stranger who looked older than him, and by his side was the young Tom who was holding his hand tightly, trying to convey warmth to him.

His best friend for 13 years was looking at him intently, tenderly, distressed and guilty with beautiful and dazzling obsidian eyes.

This was the only truth Abraxas could grasp at this time, and he only remembered to tell him before he fainted.

"It's okay, Tom."

we are best friends.

So, it's okay, don't feel guilty about anything.