Hi y'all! This is my first story on , so please be kind to me! WARNING: THERE IS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND CURSING. THE SHIP IS TOMARRY, (Tom Riddle x Harry Potter) AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE SEX (OR THE SHIP) THEN DO NOT READ! I do not own Harry Potter. Now...please stay in your seats...the show will begin momentarily... (If anyone can tell me who said this, YOU ARE MY FAVORITE PERSON!) Thank you for reading and enjoy!
Tom Riddle was feeling particularly murderous at the world that day. And it didn't help that day was a Monday. "So what happened?" you may ask. Well, Tom gotten a call at 2:27 in the morning reporting that the person he'd been tracking made it out of the United Kingdoms. Alive. Tom yelled at the idiot on the other line to find the fucking idiot and kill him! The person on the other line, Crabbe Sr, stammered out an apology before hanging up. Tom relished the fear in the other man. He was, after all, the CEO of Morsmordre and greatly lusted after. (And feared after.) In short, let's just say he's the wealthiest person in the UK. Not only did he own Morsmordre, but also multiple buildings in both Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley. Diagon Alley is more of the friendlier type. Knockturn Alley, not so much. It's known for having several bars/clubs and a great place for shady dealings. So, where were we? Ah, yes, Tom Riddle was furious at the world. As he thought of several different ways to kill everyone, he got in to his Volvo, ready to drive to work. As he cruised down the street, he suddenly slammed on the brakes...
So, what do y'all think? Let me know! I know I'm evil, leaving y'all on a cliffhanger. Anyway, bye y'all! See you guys around!