Tom was pouring over handwritten notes Minato had copied out for him and making little adjustments to the final spell.
Over the past few months since Impel had declared war, everything had nearly come crashing down on him. His image was at an all time low, the prophet demoralizing him with every issue.
His followers had been chaffing and demanding retribution towards the culprits and he could bring himself to do nothing but defend. He could not murder children after all.
Even resourceful, and murderous children. If he touched one hair on any one of Impel's men, then he was dooming himself to an instant death.
She was biding her time, clearly. He knew she must have had many plans to have him killed but she was busy dismantling his reign first.
He was fired from the ministry. Followers that hadn't been marked had defected. Dumbledore was giving him skeptical looks despite his usual unwavering belief in Tom's character.
Tom knew his life was over. His social life was done for. He could either escape and live as a muggle, or go back in time and do it all again.
She's coming.
Tom bit his lip. A habit from another life he had never done yet in this one.
The ritual wasn't finished yet, but it seemed that his time was up.
Tom took a deep breath and stood up from his chair in his office.
He had not left hogwarts. It left him a sitting duck. Waiting for death.
And yet, he could not bare to leave the first place he had ever called home. If he was going to die, then he would prefer to die at home, surrounded by everything he ever loved.
However, that was only a minor thought in his mind. Truly he could not leave simply because Minato was more active when he was closer to Impel. His inner self grew dormant when she was far away so he could not leave if he wanted to live.
The only way to live was to have Minato's time travel seal. It helped that he had so carefully taken so much sealing knowledge from Minato's memory. Taking the memories didn't necessarily mean that Minato forgot it either.
Over the years Tom had realized that as he took the memories of Minato, his mannerisms grew more like the Japanese man's.
He started bowing to people in polite situations. It was humiliating. So he had needed to carefully pick and choose memories, and consciously stop himself from talking differently.
Sure he now had a lot of jutsu knowledge, but it also came with a longing for his son Naruto, a boy he didn't really know much of anything about. He thought fondly of a student with silver hair and a mask, and grew hate for an old man named Hiruzen.
It was disorienting. He didn't want to become Minato, he only wanted the memories of the man. So he kept Minato locked in a cage in his mind and only picked at memories he needed.
Didn't stop the man from being able to speak to him though.
Tom looked down at the paper with the ritual on it and brought magic to his fingers to start writing the seal in the air. The magic shone a bright blue and stayed in place as he drew kanji over kanji. Runes over runes.
Suddenly the door burst open and flew off its hinges.
The last thing he saw before magic whisked him away were the shocked black eyes of the only woman he would ever love.
"NO!" Her voice echoed as his body was sucked into a time he knew not.
He didn't get to complete the seal.
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Lord Imp (A Harry Potter fanfic)
Fanfiction~Book 3 of reaching immortality~ Reincarnation is a simple thing. Orochimaru made it a bit more complicated when he created his own afterlife system in the very earth of the five great shinobi nations. Minato and Orochimaru were just a bit too muc...
