In Another Life: Fandom Drabbles

A Deadly Holiday ~Part 1 of 3~ (Harrymort)

A/N: Happy Halloween, Samhain or just good day; stay safe trick-or-treaters. This AU was created by Silv on the Tomarry discord.

Warning: Tom is going to act like a low-key pedo so if that triggers you, ignore this.

AU: (This is pre-Tomarry, Muggle AU) Tom Riddle recently moved into Godric's Hallow and became close friends with the Potters, specifically their five year old son, Harry. So, on Halloween, the Potters leave to a costume party and have their neighbor —who cannot possibly be the serial killer that just arose— babysit Harry.

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Narrator's POV

Tom rang the doorbell, James Potter immediately answering the door already dressed up as the 10th Doctor, "Hello, Tom, I'll be right back with Harry."

Lily —who was dressed up as the TARDIS— and James came to the door holding Harry, who had been dressed up in a bloody suit and holding a plastic Chef knife and a bloody, broken doll.

Tom smirked, an idea forming in his mind for their serial killer, "You ready to go trick or treating, Harry?"

"Yeah!" Harry said, getting picked up

"When should he be in bed?" Tom asked

"Well, just for tonight he can stay up till 10." Lily said, her and her husband leaving to the party, leaving Tom and Harry alone

Tom walked to his house, Harry asking, "Where we going, Tom?"

"My house, I'm going to show you what a real killer looks like, lovely, then we'll go trick-or-treating." Tom said, unlocking the front door and going into the basement

Down in the basement, pass another locked door and there was a woman chained to the wall.

"Who dat?" Harry asked

"That lady is mean, lovely, she likes to break up mummies and daddies to get the daddies." Tom answered, unable to tell Harry she was a prostitute

"Ok." Harry said, getting placed on a chair

Tom pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead, then going to a wall filled with instruments of torture, picking up a heretic's fork and tying the collar around her neck, both sets of prongs making her unable to lower her headroom face the ground without being pierced.

As he worked, Tom explained what he was doing, "This necklace, lovely, will make her unable to rest."

"Cool." Harry said in amazement

Tom chuckled, Harry was so sweet and he only had to wait 11 more years until he was legal.

Tom then grabbed a knife, starting to carve into a skin, tracing along all those ugly tattoos she had in her body, and she had a lot.

Harry squirmed slightly, Tom asking, "Would you like to help, lovely?"

Harry bit his lip, it looked gross but he didn't want to disappoint Tom, so he got off the chair and took the knife, finishing cutting the pattern Tom started.

Once that was done, Tom grabbed the tongue puller, using one end to keep her mouth open, causing her chin to be pierced, and began to pull at the tongue, handing it to Harry, "Pull with all your strength, lovely."

Harry did as told, ripping out her tongue with some help, blood pooling out of her mouth.

Tom then grabbed the breast ripper, ripping off her breasts.

The torture continued for an hour, the woman eventually dying from blood loss, and he didn't even have to change his or Harry's clothes since it was Halloween, "You ready to go trick or treating, lovely?"

"Yeah." Harry giggled, holding on to the older male

After three hours of trick or treating, they returned to the Potter home, Tom tucking Harry in after Harry took a bath and got into his lion pjs.

Tom pressed a kiss to Harry's cheek, the corners of their mouths barely touching, "Remember what I told you, lovely, no telling your parents about the extra fun we had tonight with that mean lady."

"I won't." Harry promised, pinky swearing

"Good, I'll be here if you need me, but you should get to sleep." Tom said, turning off the light, "Goodnight."

"Night night, Tom." Harry said, going to bed

Tom sat in the living room and turned on the tv, watching the latest news report, "Last night, another body was found. The Godric's Hallow Police Force has found no leads to the killer who they are calling 'Voldemort'."

Tom chuckled, thinking, "And those fools never will, not even the police chief will ever put two and two together and realize that his goody-twoshoes neighbor is the one he's looking for. Or that his son will be mine, in a decade he'll be undeniably so."