Incognito

✄ ᘻᓰSSᓰᓍᘉ ᗩᑢᑢᓍᘻᕵᒪᓰSᕼᘿᕲ

Nothing seems to be amiss that rainy night, all except two figures deftly making their way towards an old house.

Nobody is there to notice as the two spies hop the fence into the house's garden.

"It's almost too easy when you think about it," the girl says with a smirk.
The boy, slightly older, shushes her but he smiles too.

The house is tall, at least three stories, with a balcony on the uppermost floor, it is almost tempting to climb the ivy and fencing to the balcony, but their mission instructions were very precise. Instead, the boy flips open a small tool from his back pocket and slips it into the keyhole of the front door. After a few seconds of struggling there is a click and the door slides open...

"Security systems are disabled." The girl whispers as they creep silently into the house, "I took care of it before we left."

The boy nods and leads the way up the grand-looking staircase, to where they know they will find an even grander study.
The girl produces a handgun from her holster and motions for the older spy to do the same.

At the top of the stairs, there is only one room with a light on. The door is cracked, revealing a slither of orange light. The study.

The two spies share a single nod before raising their guns and pushing the door open.

If the man at the desk is surprised to see them, he doesn't show it.

The girl watches the man with an intense look. She supposes he might have been handsome in his younger days, but now his looks are beginning to fade, almost humanizing him. His hair is dark, and his eyes darker.

"Hello Tom," the boy smiles coldly.

"And who might you be?"

The girl smirks again, "Your worst nightmare, Tommy."

The man watches them, their raised guns and assured looks. Only then does he recognise who they must be, how similar the figures are...
The boy with messy black hair and striking green eyes; and the redheaded girl with freckles and a peculiarly coloured gaze. The boy wore a stern glare, and the girl a crooked smirk.

"We," the boy says, stalking towards him with his gun raised, "we're Harry and Hazel-Jade Potter."

It is in that moment that he knows this was a conviction to death. Tom Riddle would die tonight, he's sure of it.

Tom makes no movement as he feels the cold press of the barrel of a gun against his temple. He does not attempt to fight off this attack, but rather accepts it with a certain grace.

"Lily and James send their love."

The boy takes his shot.

Darkness...