A/N Written for The Houses Competition.
Title: Stolen things
Author: Slythadri
House: Slytherin
Year: 2
Category: Drabble
Prompt: [object] Shampoo bottle
Word Count:390
"Thievery is not tolerated at Hogwarts, Tom" had said the old fool. That had been the first time that Tom Riddle had used occlumency. He knew that the meddling professor would try to find contraband in his trunk when he arrived at Hogwarts. So he had devised a plan. It would be something inconspicuous enough, something common. And then came the fun part: knowing that it was there and yet pass it under the nose of the elder dunce.
And he had done it. Even back then, when he didn't know it was called legilimency, he knew Dumbledore was capable of reading minds. But he had hidden lots of things and many secrets from the stupid muggles of the orphanage. Hiding a small stolen bottle of shampoo would be piece of cake, even if he was going against a mind reader. It was common enough, the orphanage gave all of them the same ones. But this one was special: he had stolen it from the girl he hated the most in that disgusting place. And then he had passed it under the crooked nose of the old man, made it all the way to the Slytherin dungeons and after getting on the great four-poster bed, he closed the curtains and laughed, looking at the bottle in his hand.
Many years later Lord Voldemort was presiding over his Death Eaters on a stolen table in a stolen house: he had taken Malfoy Manor from the insufferably pompous and utterly useless Lucius Malfoy. He had proven to be a massive failure, so Lord Voldemort took the only good thing about him: his money and material goods. While sitting on that table and scanning the minds gathered there for signs of betrayal, he was fiddling with the shampoo bottle that he had retrieved from the old Riddle house, where he had hidden it years ago. Suddenly, he felt a surge of anger rise inside of him. One of these clowns was making fun of him in his head.
"What does he need it for? Polish his bald head? Neh. he's probably going to force Severus to wash the greasy mop on his head. That would be nice actually," and then the man coughed to hide a chuckle that threatened to escape.
Suddenly, Lord Voldemort stood up, pointed his wand and yelled-
"Crucio!"
