In which DEATH has a near Tom Riddle experience
It is several years later when Death first speaks to the creature once known as Tom Riddle Jr.
The wizard stands in the bedroom of a small cottage in Godric's Hollow and laughs, a harsh, manic sound as he aims his wand at the baby boy.
IT WILL NOT WORK. The words are for the trembling redhead ghost and her black haired husband, but the monster overhears. Yew wand shifts to the cloaked figure.
THAT WILL NOT WORK EITHER
"Of course it will! I will kill you and then I will kill the boy and nothing can stop me!"
I CAN
He laughs again, hard and cruel. "Who are you, that you think you can stop me?"
YOU BROUGHT ME HERE
The wizard stares at him with raised eyebrows, an expression of anger (or confusion—DEATH has never been particularly skilled at reading facial expressions) clouds his face. A few more minutes of staring and DEATH grows tired of the silence.
COULD YOU HURRY IT UP? I HAVE OTHER APPOINTMENTS TODAY. He nods towards the baby boy and Lily whimpers.
The creature turns back to the child. "Yes! I shall kill The Boy! And then I will never be stopped!" DEATH idly considers that anyone who talks with that many exclamation points has no choice but to be evil, like overly perky morning people who don't need caffeine.
WELL. GET ON WITH IT.