Dirty nails and Crooked smiles

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Tw: Rape I guess.

It was a dark and windy night in Godric's Hollow. The wind howled loudly dancing amongst the trees. A cloaked figure stood in front of a house once so cozy but now empty and cold. The figure moved, his bare feet stepping on the glass that littered the stone. He let out a manic laugh pulling up his blood-soaked sleeve to reveal the barely faded dark mark that he bore. Dragging the tip of his wand across the skull-like tattoo its twin projected onto the sky then with a flick of his wand he disapparated with a loud crack leaving a stumbling black-haired boy who arrived moments later to come across the unfortunate death of his best friend and his family, except the small child lying still in his bed with a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead the product of an unsuccessful killing curse. Forever a reminder of his parents' untimely deaths.

In a cheerful mood, the Dark Lord apparated back to his manor. He slammed the door open and all the death eaters inside instantly turned and quieted waiting to hear the news. "The Prophecy boy is dead!" an handsome smile cracked on his face, and cheers erupted everywhere. With a swift wave of his wand platters of liquor appeared floating everywhere and the death eaters eagerly grabbed at them turning to conversate with each other. A man approached the Dark Lord who stood in the corner looking rather proud, a thin smile rested on his face which then disappeared when he saw the pair beady eyes looking at him. "Tom" the old man nods. "Tycho," Tom nodded back a scowl playing at his face "what do you want?" Tycho hesitated, before sighing "It's not what I want it's what you want," He lowered his head and shook his hand towards the crowd "somewhere more private perhaps?" Tom hummed in response leaving the room into one of the many bedrooms in the huge manor. Tycho following behind. The door to the room slammed shut and the men stood in silence then without warning Tychos eyes glaze over and his mouth fell open and a voice that didnt belong to the old man spoke clear:

A child will be born in the month of June, they will follow in the footsteps of the great, many trials will be faced, soon they will have to choose between one and two but in the end, riddle will win.

Tycho's mouth shut and his eyes unglazed. "Well there you have it," the old man said clearing his throat and breathing as if he had ran a marathon. Tom did nothing but stare "if you wish to know what it means then I can not help you." The younger male looked at him "Then I have no use for you. You come and tell me useless information and use up my time, tread carefully old man before you find yourself in a situation you don't wanna be in! Now leave me!" The older looked taken aback. He nodded and turned to the door and grasped the door handle, but before he turned it he spoke one word, "Think." and with that he left. Tom couldn't help to 'think' about what the seer could have ment. He stood there for a good 20 minutes lost in thought but was soon pulled out by the creak of a door opening. When the door opened a girl with long black hair peeked inside. "What!" the brown-haired man snapped more harshly then he ment, but she just smiled "My lord, can I interest you in a drink. I've made it myself with all the fruits you enjoy and even added a shot of your favorite liquor?" Tom stared at her for a moment and they both shared an awkward silence "Fine," he caved taking the drink from her and taking a deep swig.

As soon as the substance hit his mouth he finally let himself take in how gorgeous she was. Her black hair touched the small of her back and was placed in a messy brain, she was small and petite her thighs being the thickest thing on her body, her lips were plump and had a small shine to them, and her eyes were the prettiest grey color he'd ever seen. Then he realized he hadnt asked her name, mentally slapping himself he clears his throat "I'm sorry dear I forgot to ask your name." She giggles and urges him to drink more "My name is Maria, Maria Middleton" Merlin she's beautiful, I should tell her he thought "Your quite beautiful maria, did you know." She pushed him to sit down on the edge of his bed and straddled him, grabbing her wand she locked the door and caste muffliato. "I'm aware," she kissed him deeply, breaking the kiss only to push his back against the bed "I think your quite handsome yourself." He was the one to kiss her this time. The kiss was rough and desperate and in no time clothes were on the floor and the only sounds heard in the room was the thud of the headboard against the wall, skin slapping together and the high pitched moans of Maria Middleton.

When Tom woke up the next morning he found himself in bed, he tried to recall what happened the night before but found no memories. He stood and walked to the bathroom soon realizing that he was completely naked. A fury of emotions he hadn't felt in years hit him at once making him need to sit down. He didn't get that drunk last night that he knew from the lack of headache and nausea. So if he haven't gotten that drunk then why can't he remember. A knock on the door disrupted him from his thoughts. He quickly stood throwing his green bath robe over his shoulders mumbling a quick come in as he turned and looked out the window his back to the door. A blonde headed man opened the door and walked in, a fear stricken look on his face. "M-my lord," he stuttered, "theres been news on a boy, the potter boy. Hes still alive." Toms face hardened and finally he turned to face the man. After a minute of silence he spoke "Leave." The man nodded and quickly fled from the room thankful he didn't have to stay and face the brown haired mans anger. Tom calmly walked over to the wall, suddenly slamming his fist into it shouting loudly. His breathe heavy he thought how could this happen, how could i be so foolish. He stalked out of the room into the kitchen where the death eaters stood, and cleared his throat making his presence known. They all turned to face him. "Where is the boy?" He questions. The same man from earlier spoke "My lord, hes been placed with a muggle family." The dark lord nodded and thought an idea popping into his head he shifted his gaze to his most loyal deatheater "We dont kill him now, we spare him until hes grown. Send Rosier and his wife to buy a house nearby and monitor the boy I want weekly updates. No one is to come in contact with him he is mine, do i make myself clear, Barty?" The death-eater nodded the others following in usion and with nothing else to say he turned and left to his study the man known as Barty following a minutes after.

a/n:
ok. uhm barty is barty crouch jr if you didn't know. also you can see now why i needed to use young tom because who would sleep with that ugly voldymoldy lmaoo. i feel like this was lowkey short but i will make them longer in the future

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