Chapter 132 - He's not your normal wizard

For the past year or so, one of the strongest beings in the underworld didn't know what to do. His dear and lovely sister had asked… no begged him to let her study at a magical school for wizards and witches.

Even now he can remember the day she came into his office and cried her eyes out that she wanted to be with her new … friend. If not for his wife, Sirzichs would have visited the boy himself, but then again, no matter how strong he was, there was no way in hell he would have been able to face his wife, Serafall, and even that old wizard that rules the school.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Sirzichs heard the door opening and in the next instant, he felt his wife walking towards him. Opening his eyes, he was surprised to see the look on Grayfia's face.

"Did something happen, dear?"

"Lady Serafall wishes to meet you. And before you start rejecting, she's angry, so for your good, you will meet her. Am I Clear, my king?"

Sirzichs shivered when he heard the tone his dear Grayfia used to order him. She might be his wife and he loved he dearly, but by Satan was she scary when angry? In the end, he only sighed before nodding his head. He knew better than to argue with his wife when she was in this mood or to ignore his friend, especially when she was angry.

"Very well, dear. Please invite her in. And try to calm her down a bit, if you can." He said, hoping for a peaceful resolution.

Grayfia gave him a small smile and walked out of the office. Sirzichs heard her talking to someone outside, and then the door opened again just as he braced himself for the incoming storm.

Serafall entered the room with a furious expression on her face. She was wearing her usual magical girl outfit, complete with a wand and a tiara. But to his surprise, the usually carefree magical girl was nowhere to be found, instead, for the first time in decades, he saw the reason many devils fear the Sitri family.

Before he could react, Serafall grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the middle of the room.

"Sirzichs! How could you do this? How could you let that monster near my Tommy!"

Sirzichs was confused by Serafall's words, after all, he didn't know what she was talking about.

"Serafall, what are you saying? What monster? What Tommy?"

Hearing his confused response, she just glared at him with tears in her eyes.

"Don't play dumb with me! You know very well who I'm talking about! That vampire! That Dieter Febel! He's been stalking my Tommy ever since he met him! He's been trying to seduce, corrupt, and turn him into one of his kind!"

Sirzichs felt a chill run down his spine when he heard who she was referring to. Of course, he remembered his old friend, Dieter Febel, a powerful and annoying vampire who had a habit of meddling in other people's affairs. Truth be told, Dieter had told him a few months ago that he had met an interesting boy while dealing with some stray devils in England. A boy who had a remarkable resemblance to the legendary Merlin and Arthur, and who possessed a great potential for magic. A boy who was none other than Serafall's beloved Tommy, the very same boy whom his sister seems to have befriended over the summer.

Sirzichs realized that Serafall had somehow found out about Dieter's interest in the boy and that she was furious about it and that meant he was in deep trouble.

"Serafall, listen to me. Dieter is …not a monster. You know better that the old bastard is a friend. And for the love of Satan, he's not stalking the boy or so I hope. But if I were to guess, I think Dieter is just curious about him. He's not trying to seduce him, corrupt him, or turn him into a vampire. He's just…he's just…" He tried to explain, but he couldn't find the right words.

"He's a leech!" Serafall slammed her hands on the desk, and Grayfia who was standing near the door walked slowly towards her friend.

"Lady Serafall, perhaps we should all calm down first. Then we can continue our conversation."

Turning her head towards her friend, Serafall saw that despite the lack of facial expression, Grayfia was to some extent asking her to calm down with her eyes. Letting out a sigh, she just slammed herself onto the nearby couch before glaring once more at Sirzichs.

Once he was sure that Serafall wasn't going to attack him, Sirzechs too, went behind his desk and sat back in his chair while his wife went and poured them both a cup of tea.

"I'm speaking the truth, Serafall. Dieter isn't going to steal the boy. He might be a bit eccentric…" He heard Serafall and even his wife sneer at that." But he's a good guy. Do I have to remind you that he fought for us in the war?"

"I know that! But have you forgotten what he has done to…" Serafall stopped herself when she felt Grayfia's hands on her shoulder.

In all honesty, it wasn't a pleasant subject to talk about, but that was the sole reason she hated the damned corpse before he set his sights on her dear Tommy.

"Look, Serafall, I will talk with Dieter to leave the boy alone, on one condition…" For a second Sirzichs saw his death, but gulping hard he forced himself to continue. "One condition. I want to meet the boy officially. He should be ending his second year at Hogwarts. Perhaps you could invite him here?"

"Why do you want to meet him here?"

Sirzichs paused for a second, contemplating if he should tell her or not, before letting out another sigh. "My Rias seems to be quite sad that her new friend is nowhere near her and she begs me twice a week to let her go to Hogwarts."

Sirzichs expected Serafall to be angry or worse at his request, but to his surprise, she did the opposite. She burst into laughter, making even Grayfia smile at her reaction.

After a few seconds, Serafall wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at Sirzichs with amusement.

"Your Rias? Your Rias wants to go to Hogwarts? To be with Tommy?" She asked, still chuckling.

Sirzichs nodded, feeling embarrassed at how she called his baby sister.

"Yes, she does. As you already know, she met him last summer when he came to visit your sister. From what my mother told me, they became friends, and if that wasn't bad already. She misses him a lot, and she wants to see him again."

Serafall laughed even harder, making Sirzichs feel more uncomfortable.

"Oh, Sirzichs, you're so clueless! Don't you see what's going on? Your Rias doesn't just want to be friends with Tommy. She likes him! She likes him a lot! Who knows maybe he would even steal her one day!"

Sirzichs stared at her with a horror-struck expression. For a moment, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Something must have been wrong with his ears, right?

"What? No, that's impossible! Rias is too young for that! She's only twelve! And Tom? is…he's…he's…"

"He's what? He's human? He's a wizard?"

To his defense, Sirzichs only nodded, while not saying those words himself, which might have saved him from another verbal assault from his friend.

"Do you know that the boy killed a high-class youkai? Fought an Ultimate class devil and all that while surviving? By now he should either be middle-class or maybe he's close to touch high-class. Sooner or later, you will realize that Thomas Grayson is not your normal wizard."

Meanwhile, the boy in question had just finished explaining to his headmaster what happened to one of the professors and for a few minutes, neither of them spoke. Then Dumbledore pulled open one of the drawers in Professor McGonagall's desk and took out a quill and a bottle of ink.

"I might not be Madam Pomfrey but even I can see that what you need, Thomas, is some food and sleep. I suggest you go down to the feast, while I write to Azkaban, after all we need our gamekeeper back. And I must draft an advertisement for the Daily Prophet, too," he added thoughtfully. "We'll be needing a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher… Dear me, we do seem to run through them, don't we?" Dumbledore added with a smile, something that for some reason made Thomas wonder if the headmaster was joking or if there was something else about this job.

Nevertheless, that was his signal to leave and so, he got up and crossed to the door. But just as he had just reached for the handle, the door burst open so violently that it bounced back off the wall, almost hitting Thomas.

A second later, Lucius Malfoy stood there, fury in his face. And cowering behind his legs, heavily wrapped in bandages, was a small house elf that Thomas recognized. It seems that the guy with a stick up his arse brought his house elf, Dobby with him. No doubt to argue with the headmaster over some stupid reason like he always does.

"Good evening, Lucius," Dumbledore said not so pleasantly.

Rather than greeting the old wizard, Mr. Malfoy ignored Thomas and swept towards the headmaster with Dobby scurrying in after him, crouching at the hem of his cloak, a look of abject terror on his face. And to be fair, who wouldn't be? Malfoy was far from being a good host or master.

Now that he thinks about it, maybe he should visit his goblin partner and see if there was a way for him to get a house elf or two for his family. His dear mother would absolutely enjoy having more free time for herself, especially now that she managed to at least make small sounds.

The elf was carrying a stained rag with which he was attempting to finish cleaning Mr. Malfoy's shoes. Apparently, Mr. Malfoy had set out in a great hurry, for not only were his shoes half-polished, but his usually sleek hair was disheveled. Ignoring the elf bobbing apologetically around his ankles, he fixed his cold eyes upon Dumbledore.

"So!" he said "You've come back. The governors suspended you, but you still saw fit to return to Hogwarts."

"Well, you see, Lucius," Dumbledore said, smiling serenely, something that made the middle-aged man take a step back, "the other eleven governors contacted me today. It was something like being caught in a hailstorm of owls, to tell the truth. They'd heard that Arthur Weasley's daughter had been killed and wanted me back here at once. They seemed to think I was the best man for the job after all. Very strange tales they told me, too. I have to say, Lucious that I couldn't believe my ears when several of them seemed to think that you had threatened to curse their families if they didn't agree to suspend me in the first place. Such a strange thought, am I right, Lucius?"

To Thomas's amusement, Mr. Malfoy went even paler than usual, but his eyes were still slits of fury. No matter how much the blonde wizard wanted to argue or maybe even shout at Dumbledore, Thomas knew that only a fool would even attempt to try that. Despite all the money and influence Malfoy had, not even Satan could save from Dumbledore if the old man so desired.

"So what? Have you stopped the attacks yet?" he sneered. "Have you caught the culprit?"

"We have," Dumbledore said, with a smile motioning towards Thomas, making Lucius glance at the boy, and for the first time ever since he walked into the room, the man blinked in surprise.

"He? Was the heir? A muggle-born?" Malfoy sneered finding this situation comically.

"No Lucius. Thomas here was the one who found and defeated the culprit."

"Well?" Mr. Malfoy asked sharply, almost like he feared what he was going to hear. A reaction that both Thomas and Dumbledore quickly noticed "Who is it?"

"The same person as last time, Lucius," Dumbledore answered sadly. "But this time, Lord Voldemort was acting through somebody else. By means of a diary, one that thankfully, young Thomas over here destroyed, alongside Lord Voldermort's influence over Ginny Weasley. If not for him… I fear we would have another pureblood wizard as a victim."

"I see…" Mr. Malfoy spoke slowly to Dumbledore.

Looking at him, Thomas could see that Lucius was anything but comfortable being looked at by Albus many a name Dumbledore. Yet once again, Thomas found his reaction strange almost as if he … bloody Thursday, the bastard knew about the diary… now that he thought about it, Thomas remembers meeting Lucius the day he and his friends went shopping. Chances are that Lucius must have dropped the diary "by accident" on the rest of Ginny's books.

"A clever plan," Dumbledore spoke in a level voice, still staring Mr. Malfoy straight in the eye. "Because if Thomas here" that made Mr. Malfoy shoot Thomas a swift, sharp look "hadn't discovered the book, then Ginny Weasley might have taken all the blame. No one would ever have been able to prove she hadn't acted of her own free will. After all soul magic is a branch of magic considered lost and extremely dangerous."

Mr. Malfoy said nothing. But the look on his betrayed his thoughts.

"And imagine," Dumbledore went on, "what might have happened then if that were the case. The Weasleys are one of our most prominent pure-blood families. Imagine the effect on Arthur Weasley and his Muggle Protection Act, if his own daughter was discovered attacking and killing Muggle-borns, I wonder… But I have to say, very fortunate the diary was discovered, and Riddle's memories wiped from it. Who knows what the consequences might have been otherwise, don't you think so, Lucius?"

Mr. Malfoy forced himself to speak.

"Very fortunate, Professor. If you excuse me now," he said stiffly.

"Of course, Lucius. It was a pleasure speaking with you." Dumbledore said while smiling kindly at older Malfoy.

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