Warning: Mental Abuse
AU: Tom is the richest and most lusted over man in England and Hadrian is his cute submissive Neko mate.
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Hadrian James Riddle neè Potter-Black lived a very simple life as a Neko:...
Nekos are extremely fertile meaning male Nekos can get pregnant.
Nekos rarely birth other Nekos, and Nekos appear in families randomly.
Nekos are extremely lusted over so Nekos being sold into the sex trade is extremely common, so Tom shelters and is extremely protective over Hadrian —like every other Neko's mate.
If a Neko's mate kills someone to protect their Neko, the government does not care, everyone knew the dangers of hurting Nekos.
The universe tends to give Nekos rich and/or important mates so they could best provide for their Neko.
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Narrator's POV
Inside of the Black Family's townhouse in London, nicknamed Grimauld Place by the family, three children, all eight years old, sat in a circle in a bedroom.
The tallest of the trio was a girl with curly, light brown hair with braces to tame her unruly teeth: her name was Hermione Franqui.
The next girl was a girl with wavy hair as pale as a ghost and wearing earring that were shaped like beets, her name was Luna Lovegood.
And the final person was a boy with unruly black hair and emerald green eyes that were framed by black, circular glasses, cat ears sat on his head and a cat tail on his back, his name was Hadrian Potter-Black.
All three of them went to Hogwarts Private School where they had met three years ago and they had been best friends ever since.
"Truth or dare?" Hermione asked, looking at Hadrian, all three children ignoring the movie playing behind them
"Truth!" Hadrian frantically said, knowing his friends had scary dares
"Hmmmm." Hermione muttered, "Are you excited to meet your mate on day?"
"Yes!" Hadrian cheered, all three eight year olds giggling
"What do you think he'll be like?" Hermione asked
"It's only one question, 'Mione!" Hadrian shouted, throwing a piece of popcorn at her
Hermione caught the popcorn in her mouth, "Just answer."
"Fine." Hadrian said, lying on his back, "I don't care what he looks like, all I want is him to love me and protect me and our babies."
"What if he's old and bald?" Luna asked
"Then I'll deal with it." Hadrian said, "I bet he'd have a personality as shiny as his head!"
They all giggled again.
The door to Hadrian's bedroom opened with a squeak, revealing the form of Remus Black, "Time for bed, you three, its late; its nearly ten."
"But Uncle Remus-" Hadrian groaned
"But Mr. Black-" Hermione and Luna groaned
"No ifs, ands or buts." Remus said, making the three children giggle
"He said butts." Luna muttered between giggles
Flipping off the light switch, Remus said, "Its bedtime."
The three eight years olds groaned again but reluctantly went to sleep anyways.
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On the other side of London, in a manor barely outside of the city's limits, a family reunion was taking place.
Only seven people were attending the reunions though, their family mostly deceased, so the only people there was: Marvolo Gaunt, Morfin Gaunt, Mary Riddle, Thomas Riddle, Tom Riddle, Merope Riddle, and Tom M. Riddle.
They were all sitting in the living room, drinking wine and talking —everyone except the fifteen year old Tom M. Riddle.
"Go get more wine, boy, down from the cellar!" Morfin said to the reading teenager
Reluctantly, Tom set down his book and walked towards the wine cellar and picked out what he knew his father's favorite wine was.
He had never drunken any of it, but he knew it smelled fruity so he knew it was perfect for his plan.
Carefully pulling out the cork, he set it on a nearby table, pulled on a pair of leather gloves, and pulled seven vials out of his inner coat pockets.
Carefully, he opened each bottle of cyanide and poured it into the wine one at a time.
When he finished, he carefully put the cork back on the wine bottle and removed his gloves, throwing the bottle that once held poison on the floor and they shattered instantly on impact.
Shaking the wine carefully to not make it bubble, the poison was evenly distributed as he went up the stairs and back into the living room.
Quickly taking the bottle from his son, Tom Riddle Senior opened it and poured glasses for himself and the other adults.
After they finished their glasses, it only took a few minutes for the symptoms of the poison to start.
The elderly family members clutched their chests and collapsed to the floor, clearly experiencing cardiac arrest.
"Three down, three to go." Tom thought, watching his grandparents die
In the center of the room, his uncle was convulsing on the floor, foaming at the mouth, having a seizure.
His mother was grasping her throat, desperately trying to breath but no air filled her lungs.
And, near the door, his father was on the ground, twitching as he choked to death on his own vomit.
"And they all fall down." Tom hummed, taking out his cell phone, biting his cheek harshly to force his body to cry as he dialed 999
About a half hour later, the paramedics and the police arrived and the family's gardener was arrested.
Tom smirked as the emergency services left: he owned the company now, he would not be written out of his father's will...
