Whatever Happened to Caractacus Burke?
Caractacus Burke was in his office, filling out an order for a rare Dark artifact that he wished to have. His partner, Edward Borgin, was in St. Mungo's, having contracted dragon pox.
The door to Mr. Burke's office opened, and there stood their employee, Tom Riddle. Mr. Burke had to admit, Riddle was quite the charmer, and had helped bring Borgin and Burke's to its peak. Mr. Burke even thought that the shop should be left to Riddle when he and Mr. Borgin died, though he didn't write that in his will just yet.
Today though, the usual charismatic smile Riddle wore was gone, and in its place was a cold sneer. This unnerved Mr. Burke a bit, though he wouldn't be admitting that anytime soon.
"Well Tom, how did the transaction with Hepzibah Smith? Has she agreed to sell us her goblin-wrought armor?"
"Yes, I must say so…" Riddle took a step forward.
"Sir, do you remember one cold December night? When a desperate and pregnant woman entered your shop, attempting to sell you one of the most sought-after artifacts in the Wizarding World?" Riddle was standing over Mr. Burke's desk now.
"Yes…. She sold me Salazar Slytherin's locket, and it was truly authentic…. Why do you ask?"
"She was my mother. And yet, you only gave her 10 Galleons for such a valuable heirloom. 10 Galleons. You could have given her some more, to ensure her survival, and yet you didn't." Riddle took out his wand.
"I… I didn't know…." Now Mr. Burke was really scared. "But that… that… that's all in the past, isn't it?"
"No," Riddle said coldly, raising his wand. "It isn't. Avada Kedavra."
In a flash of green light, Mr. Burke was dead, pure horror on his face.
Not long after the murder, Tom Marvolo Riddle left the shop forever, leaving only Mr. Borgin to take care of the shop.
And to that day forward, no one really knew who or why Mr. Burke was killed….
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Well? How was that?