Silly boy

Chapter 4: Bloody shoulder

*editors note: we are just going to pretend that this all happened in toms life as a teenager, other wise im gonna have to do like a 3 year time skip*

Apparation, it feels weird, kind of sickening. You stood beside tom, your hand clung with an embarrassingly tight grip to his arm. You quickly unleashed it as he shuddered in disgust. He really knew how to milk it.

 You stared down at the deadened grass, it looked like someone hadn't bothered to care for it for years. The sky looked gloomy and grey and depressing, and quite beautiful. 

"Riddle manor," he stated, looking off at the far mansion ahead of you. "Who lives there?" you say, studying its surroundings as you both approach it. "Unfortunately, my family, if you can even call him that. My mother did too, and me of course, before my stupid muggle father put me in little haugletons orphanage desperate to get rid of me, to try and rid the devil child from their household. Of course I took it personally, my mother being a witch, it wasn't my magical abilities that scared him. He pushed me away my whole life" he said with a glum expression. "great sob story, but im afraid im all out of pity hugs" you say with a crooked smile. "honestly you can't comfort riddle...so you might as well not bother" you think to yourself. His face filled with anger, as he pushed you aside and arrived at the doorstep. Tom lifts his wand to unlock the door, but you reach for the handle and the door opens. He gives you a strange look, before you enter the manor. You squint, trying to take in everything with only the dim light from the moon.  Your hands trail along the tattered wall paper, tracing the floral design with your fingertips. "fabulous decoration" you say flashing a smile as you step over a pile of glass. "lumos" you whisper, waving your wand to create a light. "turn that off you idiot" he whispers angrily. "youre the idiot, I can't even see anything" you argue back in whisper. He marches into the parlor, grabbing a candle and magically making a flame appear. "wow...your logic is flawless" you say rolling your eyes. You wander to the staircase, and go upstairs, entering a bedroom. You flop down on the bed, as Tom walks over to the dresser, running his fingers on the edge of the desk as he passes it by. "well I feel bad for whoever had to sleep on this mattress" you say squirming, as the bed springs creak. "yes, ill be sure to pass your complaint on to the mattress company" tom says blatantly, inspecting various objects on the nightstand. You sit up, grabbing a picture of a woman on the dresser. "im assuming this is mother riddle? not very photogenic" you joke. "your face doesn't necessarily sit well with others either" he says coldly, leaning into it. His eyes slip to your lips for a brief moment before flashing back up. He backs away, returning to the objects. You look away, back to the photo, but not paying attention to it anymore. your breath softens. Suddenly, the air grows cold, and you aren't the only people in the room. A man stands by the door. "you aren't welcome here tom, I thought I made that clear when you were younger" he spoke. Tom did a 180 turn, to look at the man. "father" riddle spoke boldly. "I have more reason to be in this house than you do, I don't even know why youre here anymore".  "family reunion time, now this should be interesting" you say sitting back with glee. His father suddenly turns to face you, but stays by the door, immersed in the shadows. "well well, the devil child has brought his girlfriend" his father cackles. "oh he wishes" you smile. "please don't make me sick" he mumbles. "you can forget about her father, answer the question" riddle commands. "I have nothing to say to you boy" he grunts. "Look at you, youre pathetic. Think of me what you will, but know youre place. Know where the power lies" Tom told him plainly. "what are you going to do, wave your stick at me, mutter some stupid snake gibberish" he chuckled. "you really are stupid aren't you" you yell, finally join it. "underestimating the dark lords powers...you should watch your tongue" you yell at the father. Tom smiled ever so slightly when you called him the dark lord. "watch your tongue princess, have a bit more respect for your elders. I don't even know why my son associates with a filthy mouthed girl like you" his father yells. "DONT...EVER...talk to her like that, and don't call  her princess, unless you'd like it with the response of the cruciatus curse" Tom yells out, drawing his wand directly at his father. His eyes grew large and fiery, almost like he could burn the house down with his rage to defend you. As you glared at his father, he pulls out a gun, of course his only way to inflict pain, and you feel a shot in your shoulder. You are thrown to the bed, screaming out in pain. Just as he fires, tom instantly waves his wand and yells "CRUCIO". You faintly see his father being tortured, withering down as his face twitches in pain, toms hand curling around his wand as the powerful curse shoots out. The blood pours from your shoulder into the bedsheets, and the overwhelming burn of pain controls your thought, you can barely mutter a healing spell. 

Tom brings his father weak to his knees, then finally stops, approaching him with slow powerful strides. He stares at his hand, and grabs it, spotting him wearing his mothers ring, but he didn't have time to be upset about it. He ripped the ring off of his bloody finger, and tossed him back to the ground. "This is for my mother. AVADA KEDAVRA" he screamed, as a green light escapes his wand, taking his fathers life in the blink of an eye.