Chapter Six: First to Go
Tom Riddle, Senior, heard the door shut from the parlor. Uneasiness curdled within him. He crept to the door where he saw a black-cloaked figure standing erect, a leather volume in hand.
"Who are you?" the stranger turned, revealing what could've been the father's face.
The darkly-garbed figure smiled menacingly, replying serenely, "I'm your son, come to bid you farewell." The hand not gripping a diary withdrew a long strip of wood from the dark folds, directed calmly at the elder's chest calmly, and hissed, "Avada kedavra!"
The last Tom saw was his son, triumphantly smiling and then death came.