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Chapter 12

Family

Azazel stepped out of the wizarding pub and looked around. She spotted him standing a few feet away, leaning on a wall while his head hung low. She made her way towards him and he looked at her.

"You are late." Tom commented as he checked his wrist watch. "I know" Azazel replied and pulled her scarf tighter around her neck. It was freezing. Her nose was red and her cheeks had a pink hue to them. Tom extended his hand for her to take and the witch did.

"Where are we going?" Tom did not answer that question and kept walking. "Are you planning on killing me? Because if you are, you won't succeed." Tom smirked at that and glanced at her "Trust me Bellum, when I want to succeed, I will. If that's killing you, then I will." He clicked his tongue as he felt the witch tighten her grip on his arm.

"Where-" she was cut off mid sentence as she felt her body being pulled in all directions and screamed. In mere seconds her feet hit the ground and she wobbled but Tom held her close. "What the fuck, Riddle?!" She yelled at him as soon as gaining her composure.

They had apparated and he had not warned her. She felt sick and her face was flushed, her emarald eyes frantically blinking.

"Will you stop yelling?" He glared at her and pulled her towards a manor that stood majestically. Azazel shut up and let him pull her. He was mad. But why? Suddenly?

They soon made it to the manor and Tom knocked on the door. A women, probably in her forties, opened the door and stared at the two teenagers at her door. "How may I help you?" She questioned with caution. "We are here to meet Mr Thomas Riddle." Tom answered with one of his charming smiles and the women seemed to fall for it. She smiled and nodded before calling for her husband.

Azazel looked up at Tom and frowned. Were they here to meet his father? Why did he bring her? Wasn't it supposed to be a private bonding session?

Soon a man appeared at the door and his wife gestured to the two children at the door. Only then did she notice the resemblance between her husband and the boy. It was not a mere resemblance but they did look alike, only the age being different. Having them stand at her two sides, she eyed them and her mouth opened a little. Mr Tom Riddle Senior frowned and then glared.

"Who are you?" Tom Riddle Senior questioned with a frown and Tom smirked. "I am sure you know the answer to that Mr Riddle" the arrogance dripped from his tongue and Azazel had to look at him to see it too.

"I don't want anything to do with you" Tom Riddle Senior growled at Tom and pushed him away from the door. In the process Azazel was pushed too and her balance was lost. "Tom!" she hissed in pain as her ankle twisted and the boy held on to her.

Tom glared at his father and walked towards him after letting Azazel stand on her own. Azazel watched as Tom shoved his father inside the manor and walk in himself. The women just stared in astonishment and followed them inside, leaving the door open.

"How dare you touch me! Filthy muggle!" Tom bombarded at his father as the man tried holding his stance against his son. But the wrath on Tom's face made everyone shiver.

A blast followed and Azazel ran into the house to see Tom's father laying on the ground while the wall behind him had a crack on it. Tom had threw him across the room and she gasped. The women was now beside her husband's limp body. Azazel was too stunned to do anything. She was frozen. The look on Tom's face made her shiver.

Tom walked towards them and bent down with a sinister smile on his face. He looked deadly, sadistic. Azazel felt horror seep through her being and she believed for a moment, that Tom Riddle like Dumbledore believed, was evil.