Author: Hi! I am back! Already! Because, beacause, because... of the wonderful reviews I got! You guys don't even know how happy they make me! Like, right now I am litteraly squealing while I'm writing this. Mind you I only have a grand total of 3 so far.. but I am so happy! And now to let my plan loose... Tell me whatcha think! Ready? Hold on tight, lets go!

Outside of the door to his quarters, Tom Riddle took a deep breathe. Then flinched upon hearing something loudly breaking. Then swearing, just as loud. Tom Riddle let out a shacky breath. And gripped the package at his side tighter. When dealing with dangerous creatures, it is important to be prepared. He then opened the door and the swearing, which hadn't stopped during Tom Riddle's musings.

The swearing stopped, which couldn't be good. An intake of breath sounded through the room. Then-

"Hi Daddy! You wouldn't believe what just happened! I was just walking and then-woosh-the lamp LUNGED at me! I swear! I was just, you know ladeda walking! I think migh have tripped, too. You no, on the books. Speaking of, where the hell are they now? Oh there they are under the sofa. Anyway I was reading a book and it was about dogs and I was like ohmygosh I NEED a dog. And then I was like YEAH I could take care of it and it would be soo cool. And then I realized that I was too damn lazy to take care of a dog and then I was like Nah."

Jet smiled at his father.

His father stared at his son. Trying to figure out if Jet had taken a breath at any point of the talk. Tom Riddle might have called it a 'rant', but his son wasn't actually complaining. Which was GOOD.

Now lets take a moment for all of us to get to know Jet a little. Jet is tall, black hair, like his father, blue eyes, like his, now deceased, mother. He wears expensive shirts and jeans, for a constant 'I don't actaully care' look. He is sixteen years old, and has lived with his father for six years now, ever since his mother passed away from some sort of disease in her sleep. Jet tended to have mood swings, but so did his mother, so it wasn't a serious medical issue. He tended to have two moods, and would go into them at random, which freaked his father out. He would either be extremly happy or extremly calm and collected. There is, of course more to Jet... but more about that later.

Tom Riddle stared at his son.

"Daddy, I'm bored."

That was bad. When Jet was bored, he broke things to see how loud of a sound they made. And giggled. Loudly.

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't know."

He slumped against the couch. Then jumped up again.

"Did you bring the stuff?"

Pause. Intellectual answer from Tom Riddle.

"Wha?"

"Dad did you bring it? What you promised."

"Oh. Yeah."

Object stretched in front. The powerful, dangerous creature leaps at the box. And rips off the cover.

"Yes, finally."

He grabs his prey, and stares at it menasingly. Then eats the piece of chocolate and grabs anouther.

Tom Riddle backs away from his son. Don't come in between Jet and his chocolate. Last time someone did that... Well lets just say that Lucius had to keep a glamour on all the time, until his hair grew back.

Author- Its kinda late... but I wanted to anouther one up. Thats two chappies in one day! I am goin to be commited to this one. I like it. What about you all? What do you think of my story? Love it? Hate it? And what do you think of my Jet? Hate him? Love him? Tell me! Its important! Bye bye my darlings...