My heart was in my throat!
Could it be?
Abraxas lightly touched my forehead with his fingertips...
His grey eyes brimmed with sadness.
I felt my heart twist in response.
"Aurora, I'm sorry..."
A sharp pain shot through my forehead, as if pricked by a needle. Could it be...
Legilimency?
"No signs of dark magic, nor does it look like possession..."
Overwhelmed by both physical pain and emotional distress, I burst into tears.
"I'm sorry... so sorry..."
Abraxas mumbled his apologies as I squirmed in his arms.
"Aurora, are you upset with grandpa?" he misunderstood my struggling as wanting to break free from his hug.
He looked like he was on the verge of tears.
Gradually, I calmed down, pouting and clutching his long hair that fell over his shoulders.
"Just like Cissy when she was little, she liked to grab onto things too..."
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"Yeah, holding onto things makes her happy..." Lucius added.
Cissy? Isn't that Narcissa's nickname?
Was Narcissa brought up in the Malfoy Manor since she was young?
Incredible!
"Lucius, you should really spend more time with the kids. See, Aurora prefers being with me the most!"
Abraxas gloated about my fondness for him as if it was his prized possession.
"Father... I'll go check on Cissy..."
Lucius placed Draco beside Abraxas and sighed as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
"Your dad has a real soft spot for his sister!"
Abraxas said through clenched teeth, but he didn't seem genuinely upset.
Years later, when Draco mentioned his grandfather's 'advice', I finally understood what being "sister-obsessed" meant to the Malfoy family.
"Abraxas, do you need my help..."
Suddenly, a clear male voice interrupted from nearby.
"Why are you out here? Get back inside now!"
There was really someone there!
I broke out in a cold sweat!
A figure gradually took shape.
A breathtakingly beautiful young man with jet-black hair, striking features, and an intense, affectionate gaze.
"Tom!"
Abraxas raised his voice.
In the Harry Potter series, a Tom that was this handsome and knew Abraxas... Who else could it be?
"Abraxas..."
The boy pouted, looking aggrieved.
"Am I really that hard to tolerate? But Cissy was still mine..."
"Cissy has nothing to do with you!"
Abraxas raised his voice again, as if trying to cover something up.
Before us was Voldemort, no, precisely, 16-year-old Tom Riddle, a fragment of his soul split into a diary!
Tom's eyes were red with anger.
He lunged at Abraxas.
Abraxas instinctively shut his eyes.
"Stop deluding yourself, Abraxas. You know... you can't escape..."
The young man murmured intensely into his ear.
Abraxas missed the deep affection in the young man's eyes.
Such a bunch of insincere Slytherins...
"She... I mean, Aurora, seems to see me..." Young Tom's wine-red eyes locked onto mine.
"That's impossible... don't even think about it!"
Abraxas instinctively placed me behind him.
"Tom Riddle! I command you! Go back to where you belong!"