Here I am, back with a different category of fanfiction. Sorry to everybody who wants me to update Darkness of Hearts, but that'll have to wait for a little bit.
Warnings: This story contains rape, underage m/m sex, and drugs. This is a 16+ story, and meant for mature audiences only.
Disclaimer: If I was JK Rowling I would be writing next gen novels, not AU fanfiction.
Rain pounded against the empty streets, creating rivers that ran into officer Riddle's shoes. His dark hair was plastered to his face and dripped into his eyes, but he made no move to flick it out of his face. He was haunted. Haunted by the image of a child with blood running down his face, haunted by the thought that two hours ago he had been about to make the biggest move of his career when it came crashing down.
He was no police officer, he was a murderer.
Two hours ago he had been standing outside the Potter's apartment, ready to take down Dumbledore's most loyal, most trusted underlings. His breath had come in frozen bursts in the cold October air that lay in Godric's Hollow. The light from the apartment's window was the only thing that lit the scene of Tom standing in front of the door with his fingers clinging to his cold pistol.
He should have called for backup. Then what happened next would have been prevented. He would be getting that promotion, and his dear Bellatrix would be happy.
Before he entered the house he pulled his hat down further over his dark curls and took a deep breath, he thought he could handle it. Then he kicked down the door and entered hell.
The Potters had been sitting on their couch when the door had come crashing down with a small squeal of protest from the long since rusted chain. Lily jumped off the broken and ripped brown couch and dashed into the other room while James picked up the pistol that lay on the coffee table.
"Drop you weapon and put your hands in the air. You are under arrest on the suspicion of drugs and human trafficking." Tom called, his voice steady despite the fear that coursed through his veins at having a firearm pointed at his head.
"You're the one he calls Voldemort aren't you." The scruffy looking man glared at Tom through red-rimmed eyes.
He chose not to answer but repeated what he said before. This only seemed to anger James Potter as his grip on the gun tightened.
"Put the gun down."
James' finger wrapped around the trigger, a crazed glint in his bloodshot eyes.
"I said put it down, now!" Fear was now evident in Tom's voice.
"No." James' finger tightened on the trigger.
Bang!
The dark haired man fell back with a bullet in his chest.
Tom Riddle stood with the smoking gun pointed at the space where James potter had previously stood. His eyes were wide with shock, and his ears were ringing with the gunshot.
James Potter was not the first man he had shot, but he was the first man he had shot in front of a child. Lily had dragged the young boy into the room just in time for him to see his father fall to the ground.
Lily Potter, once beautiful but now a distorted image of the girl she had once been grabbed her son and an empty bottle of beer while glaring at Tom.
"I've heard about you, Officer Riddle: Voldemort." She smashed the green bottle against the wall behind her and held it against the boy's face. "You'll kill anyone with connections to Dumbledore, but would you kill a child?" There was an evil glint in her eyes, a smirk twisted on her dry, cracked lips. The child cried as the glass cut his forehead. He pleaded for his mother to stop, but it fell on deaf ears.
Tom kept the gun raised, but felt horrible as he saw tears mingle with the crimson blood running down his face.
"The boy is innocent of your crimes, let him go."
"Or what? OR WHAT?" Lily shrieked, her body tightening in excitement and driving the bottle deeper into the boy's forehead. "You cant do anything! I will be loved and rewarded by Dumbledore for capturing you. The Order is on it's way! My Harry will be a prince! Prince of our city!"
In her excitement Lily had released the boy, who fell to his knees clutching his bleeding head. Tom saw the opening, and took the chance and fired. He meant to wound, but the body of Lily Evans fell to the ground in a puddle of blood to match the crimson of her hair.
What happened after that was a blur to Tom. The aftermath was filled with the screams and cries of Harry, and the blur of the blue uniforms of his comrades in the police. Somehow he drifted out of the house in a dreamlike trance, wandering down the cold streets. He barely noticed the rain soaking through his uniform shirt and chilling his skin.
"I'm no police officer, I'm a murderer." Tom whispered into the dying light of the streetlamp. His words hung frozen in a white cloud for a moment, but before they disappeared Tom Riddle was gone.
He would remain invisible for quite some time.