Chapter 12: Amusing Brats and A Kill

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The first weeks without Tom were quite boring I must admit even though Mort tried his best to keep me company and entertained, even going so far as to bring some reapers for me to play with, good times indeed and it was amusing, hearing their terrified screams and the fear in their eyes when they gazed upon me but one can only torture someone or in my case many someone's for so long before you got tired and bored and lo and behold, that's what happened to me and I was left with nothing. That's not to say that I didn't have an exciting life without Tom here but well, when you jump galaxies to be with someone, it doesn't really make any sense for that person to not be there with you.

Not to say that we didn't communicate with each other but letters, really? After living in so many modern worlds and seen how evolved the communication devices are, It baffles me that Wizards with magic at their disposal still fail to improve the things that matter, choosing instead to continue living like they are in the Victorian Era, appalling.

The messages from Tom were quite amusing though, what else can I expect from him? He is one of a kind. In his messages he didn't shy away from sharing all and every detail of his stay at Hogwarts so far from how weird the little Malfoy was acting during the first day but it turned out that he was just afraid of how his fellow Slytherin's would react to him hanging out with a half-blood but after days with no one approaching Tom for any type of confrontation, he was back to his holier than thou Malfoy attitude.

The school work for the first years was a joke according to him, a fact I had always been aware of, things that he had mastered during his first few weeks with me, rudimentary things and to say that he was disappointed would be an understatement and I must say I felt nothing but glee when the shadows relayed that particular message to me given that I had been quite adamant about him attending another school, an institute that didn't just teach one type of magic because of their own fear of the unknown.

His complaints about a certain Deputy are what tickled me the most because it seemed that Dumbledore was hunting and cornering him to ask about his mysterious guardian every chance he got and just how did we meet? How and when was he adopted? Where do they dwell? And Tom was losing his patience and if he wasn't operating under the persona of Tom Riddle the brilliant orphan who just got so lucky, getting adopted by a rich Lord and attending Hogwarts but was humble enough to help those in need with their school work and whatever they needed, he would have attempted to kill Albus Dumbledore the first time those shinning blue orbs ever gazed upon him, a shame that he didn't kill him but it will be much fun when he does when he is older and I can watch. How I hated that man.

A tapping on my study window brought me out of my thoughts.

'Who would send me a letter" I wondered seeing as the owl delivering what looked like a letter was completely alien to me.

When I opened the window and saw the Wizengamort emblem on the letter, I couldn't help the pained groan from my lips. In moments like this, I question my sanity and ask myself 'Why'? Why did I claim my seat as Lord Peverell so publically? Why did I have to suffer those ministry fool's and pretend to listen to them drone on and on about things that have already been discussed so many time? Perhaps I should consider killing them all, I'm sure I can find some people more interesting than them to fill their positions. I would have to ponder that revolutionary idea more later on after I had read the letter, another meeting I'm sure.

The days of the following months passed by quickly with little happening.

The real excitement came just before yule when Tom would be coming home for the yule holidays at Hogwarts.

A contact of mine in the muggle world, Blair, had some news that was certainly of interest to me because as I'm sure you have deduced by now, I am quite infamous in the muggle underground for doing some odd jobs when I am bored enough and I had a job to execute.

Some business man had crossed the wrong people and owed a lot of money and the people he owed were not forgiving and they wanted retribution for his skittish payments or lack thereof so they wanted to cut their losses and from the information I gleaned from his file, the guy was a colossal asshole and the people calling for his head were not shy about me deciding and choosing whatever method to eliminate him and I would take great pleasure in our time together.

Tracking the guy down wasn't hard at all, just had to cast the point me spell with my wand and tracked him to some cheap motel with a woman who I assumed was not his wife given her overall look and he reminded me so much of Vernom Dursley from my first life. How I had wanted to kill that man and it seemed that fate was on my side because a replacement would do just as well.

"Get out" I told the barely dressed woman after I rearranged her memories a bit of today events and she was quick to pick up her discarded clothes and turn tail, not once looking at the man getting out of the bed

"Get back here you little slut, I payed for you" he screamed at the woman

"Who do you think you are?" he huffed out angrily which just looked ridiculous, looking at me with clear contempt. I hated people who thought they were better than everyone else just because they deluded themselves into thinking they are above everyone, no one was above death and it was a lesson I would make sure my new friend learned well.

"Your death obviously seeing as you have pissed off a lot of people and they are calling for your head" I told him easily, stalking towards him and smiling toothily.

I had always liked this part where they tried to desperately beg for their lives.

"What are they paying you? I will double it?" he was walking subtly or what counted as subtle towards the gigantic phone on the nightstand to presumably call for help.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. I had the pleasure of cutting the phone line for the entire motel. A precaution if you will" I was getting tired of all this talking. It was time to go

"How dare you refuse my offer? I'm sure you are just a bastard and a street urchin and are doing this to buy drugs or support your whore of a mother. Take the money I'm generously offering you and maybe I won't press charges when the police are here"

"You probably shouldn't have said that. You see my son is coming home and I really wanted to prepare everything for his arrival so your death was going to be quicker than I wanted but when you insult me in any way, you are insulting my entire house and I have an obligation to protect our pride" I told him coolly and was by him before he even got the chance to utter a word

"I hope you are prepared because we are going to get well acquainted" I murmured before the first scream broke out, music to my ears.

When I arrived home a few hours later, it was to an unexpected surprise, Tom was there and he had brought a visitor with him, a member of the notorious black family from the looks of it, odd that I couldn't remember him ever telling me about his relations with a black.

Somebody gasping brought me out of my thoughts and I remembered, I was covered in blood, oops.

"I apologize for my attire. I did not expect visitors today"

"Hogwarts had to close a week early this year" Tom replied, looking at my bloody clothes with fascination.

"Oh this is Cygnus Black, a good friend of mine. Cygnus this is my father, Lord Handrian Peverell" He finally introduced his friend, putting special emphasis on the word 'friend'

"A pleasure to meet you, wish I could shake your hand but well. Let me go clean up and we will have proper introductions at dinner. Welcome home son" with that, I walked up the stairs to my room, saying hello to Mort who had mysteriously appeared on the way and cleaning up.

Was I jealous that Tom had brought home a friend? Of course not, who was I? A child!? Everything was fine and I would make the best of the situation.

Who knew what could happen tomorrow? The friend could have a little accident and have his little neck broken but I wasn't a seer so I could hardly predict that.