A Recommendation
He sat across from the figure Harry Potter, he knew he was sleeping, but he still could not believe he wasn't in some way trying to take dirt nap.
"You don't know the power of the dark si- magic." Tom spun the words like silk, silk freshly bought from Dave's Silk Emporium.
"Join me and we can rule the world. We are more powerful than Dumbledore, we can destroy him. We can rule together, I shall teach you the ways of the forc- magic. Damn it!" Tom muttered under his breath. This wasn't going as he'd planned; the words were so perfect when he'd rehearsed them in front of his mirror.
"OH! MY! GOD! If you say what I think you going to say, they are going to be scraping you of the inside of your own skull. You will be so many pieces they could sell you as a jigsaw puzzle!" Harry screamed at him. This was not happening, way too bizarre; things like this should not be mixed, like Marmite and anything edible. Well Marmite was bizarre on its own.
"I am your father though, search your feelings, your know it to be true. Join me and we could rule the galax- world as father and son." Tom was fighting a scowl; he was getting his arse handed to him here.
"You are so cliché, you know that. I see the major flaw in your logic though, if this logic and not I gone completely round the twist. Why did you try and kill me if I'm you son?" Harry asked triumphantly. That got him.
Tom blanched, damn the child! He found the flaw, the unthinkable flaw no one thinks of. "It was a very rough time for me, I was under pressure, 'My Lord this...' and 'My Lord that…'. Bella screaming for attention every second of the day, she has a husband go bounce on him for a bit. They all looked to me to save them from the scum, I don't care about their problems, I just want to rule over them all and be all mighty like. I'd have silk robes from the very best of tailors, in all shades of colours, pink especially, I love pink, but it would ruin the image you see. Anyway as I was saying, I hear this blasted prophecy and I have a choice – oh fuck, fine I'm not your bloody father." He looked on the very edge of a pout but controlled with his training from Scowling like a Mother Fucker: Bad Guy Style, By S. Snape.
"Have we been watching too many movies, maybe going to some gay clubs? You could use some now material there Tom, you should try the Lord of the Rings series, some very dramatic lines in there, perfect for you. Maybe I could tell dear old Dumbles about them too, both of you like you dramatic speeches don't you. Anyway the books are very similar to our little problem of you trying to kill me and all that, obviously, there's the bad guy, you, the hero, me, old gay men, Dumbles, minions, Death Scouts, you get the picture. Perfect line for Dumble here, listen, 'The board is set, the pieces are moving', suits him down to his perfectly formed feet doesn't it. Oh, and one for you too, don't feel left out, here it is 'The darkness has begun, there will be no dawn', strangely they we said by the same people in the story, oddly defeatist if you ask me." Tom looked on in eager anticipation on more, I should have brought a notebook, he thought. "These fantastic pieces of fantasy work are found at all good bookstores; please check out other books by JRR Tolkien to completely experience the total adventure of Middle-Earth." He finished in his best sales person voice, with a barely concealed grin forming.
"HARRY!! Wake up, mate! Stop shaking you mentalist." He was shaken awake by the noise from both Neville and Ron. They both looked worried; he realized that the dream must actually have happened. He smirked.
"Was anyone hurt? Who was it? Was Dave from the Emporium?" Ron asked worriedly, how he loved silk.
"No, no one hurt; in fact I think I just recommended a book to Voldemort!"