Tom Riddle Imagines

My Muggle (2)

Tom Riddle Era (1950s)

Thomas Marvolo Riddle

I was on the hunt for Slytherin's locket to turn into another horcrux. After a lot of searching, I was informed that it was in the possession of Mr Burke, of Borgin and Burke's, Knockturn Alley.

I set out with the knights, instructing them to try and recruit more people to our cause, whilst I retrieved the locket. They'd all confirmed they'd understood, so we took the floo network to an alley parallel to Knockturn Alley.

When we landed however, we were quickly encircled by a group of muggles, with their guns cocked. All of them were male, but their leaders were female. One was a redhead, and the other was...Y/N L/N? No way!

I thought I was dreaming when I saw her at first. I was thankful for these masks Lestrange had come up with, otherwise she'd have seen my surprise.

She seemed to notice our wands, a look of panic momentarily crossing her face. I quickly snapped out of my trance and commanded Lestrange to lower his wand.

Then, Y/N stepped forward and addressed me. She had one gun pointed at my head, and the other at my...well, my dick. I was surprised, but also amused. "Reveal yourself, Warlock, or first you lose your dick, then your brain" she demanded making me chuckle aloud.

"My, my Y/N. You really have changed" I tell her, as I remove my mask, revealing to her my face. "Tom Riddle" she gasps, as she realises it's me. "Miss me?" I smirk at her, but then frown, noticing her guns have not moved.

"Mind lowering the guns, sweetheart?" I ask. "I do mind" she says firmly, snapping out of her trance. "What are you doing here, Riddle?" She demands.

Y/N Y/LN

"I'm here to retrieve something that belongs to me. I would also be grateful if you hid me and my men in the muggle world" he tells me, making me raise a brow.

"Muggle world? And you're wizards, what would you need protecting from?" I ask. "I meant to say the human world. Where you live. And just because we're wizards, does not mean we can't be in danger" he deadpans.

I scoff at his words. "You, wish for my protection? Then you must give me something in return" I tell him. "What can I give you, sweetheart?" He asks with a smirk.

I'm about to speak, but am interrupted by one of our gang members. "Miss L/N, the delivery is almost here. Also, the Americans have been sighted nearby" he informs me.

"Damn those blasted Americans!" I huff. "Boys, back to your positions! Tom and company, hide or make yourselves scarce. We'll negotiate terms later, Riddle" I tell Tom.

He looks confused, but nods, him and his men disappearing into thin air. Not even a moment later, the Russians arrive with the trucks of goods, the Americans tailing them. Half my men fan out, and take out the Americans, whilst the rest secure the drugs.

Me and Leah watch our men work, and shoot any Americans that get too close. Once the area is secure, I order my men to get the trucks back to our hideout. Once they leave, Tom and his followers appear again.

"You're a drug dealer?" Tom asks, intrigued. "I'm much more than that, Riddle. Now if you want to negotiate, you need to follow me. Oh, and lose the gandalf looking robes, you need to blend in" I tell them with a chuckle.

The boys all mutter in latin, then are dressed in casual clothes. Well, all except Tom. He's dressed more like a man of old money. "Can you lot drive cars?" I ask, and they all shake their heads no.

"So much for wizards" I mutter under my breath. "Can you summon objects?" I ask. "Yes," a blond boy answers immediately. "Oh good, guess your not entirely useless then. One of youse summon my car please" I ask, and Tom asks for the make and model, before summoning my car.

"Nice one Riddle, now get in" I tell them, and after a few minutes of them struggling, they manage to get in, and I drive them to my 'hideout.'