Disclaimer: This is fanfiction. I don't own it, and I don't make money with it! I

A/N: This is a way for me to try myself in another language than my own. Please tell me any grammatical errors you'll find. Or spelling mistakes. I'll try to correct them... But please be kind about it. :-/

Also, I thought Halloween would be a good time to start this series :-)


Thomas Riddle

He smiled at his wife, until he registered her horrified face. She was starring over his shoulder at something behind him.

Suddenly everything was green. Mary fell. Thomas turned around.

A young man, looking extraordinarily like his son, stood in the doorway. A twig in his hand. An amused smile on his face, as he looked over Mary's crumbled form.

Thomas moved to shield her from this man's unsettling gaze.

"How did you get in? What have you done to my wife?"

Silence.

"Who are you?"

"Your death, Muggle!" A sneer.

"Muggle? What?-"

He wondered:

'Abracadabra'?

What did that mean?

† summer, 1944


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