INCORPORATED

A Fanfic by Agara

PART III : HOW TO COMPLETE A FORMAL COMPLAINT - YOU WILL NEED A PENCIL N°2

She was not showing up. Even though Tom was torturing Trelawney, she was still not here. The blood began to spread on the floor and Tom's shoes were starting to turn red. And yet, she was not showing up.

At first, Tom didn't think about it. He just did his job. Trelawney was a major advantage for the enemy, she always seemed to know what was going to happen. That's why Tom needed to know how she knew so many things and there is no secrets torture can't reveal. That explains why Tom was pulling her fingernails off. He could have been disgusted by what he was doing, but after so many years of doing the dirty job, he couldn't even care less.

The only thing that was bothering him at this moment was that she was not here. She had shown up twice, always saying to him that she was here to stop him. So why wasn't she here when Tom was torturing Sybill ?

"Do you want another one-off or are you going to speak? I can do this all night you know. First, we start with the fingernails, then the fingers, then the hand. I guess you see where I am going." Tom said in a dull voice.

As soon as the words left Tom's mouth, he was almost expecting the sassy remark from the agent but only a pitiful sob escaped from Trelawney.

"If you don't want to talk at least don't cry. You're getting on my nerves, and I am the one with the knife here." Tom barked.

The woman tried to retain herself from sobbing, but the pain in her nailless fingers became too much and she began wailing again. Tom turned around and put his index and thumb on the bridge of his nose, and exhaled loudly. He looked at his watch and noticed that he was already late to meet the lads.

Trewalnay was begging for her release behind him. He faced her and took two steps forward and put his knife underneath her chin. He released his grip and put the knife on a table not far from him. He took out his gun and pointed it at her head.

"That's it. I'm done with you." He concluded.

She was there. Behind Trelawney, her arms crossed on her chest, slightly leaning against the couch.

"And now you show up ?" He snapped at her. "Now that I want to finish the job, you fucking show up

Agent 713 furrowed her brows. "Well, that's my job Mister Riddle." She answered confused. "I've already told you. Twice."

Tom's eyes opened wide as he finally understood what it meant. "You only show up when I want to kill someone." He whispered to himself.

Agent 713 sneered. "Yes." She took out a file out of nowhere and skimmed through the content. A small laugh escaped her lips. "That explains all the torture you've done in the past weeks. Finally, I can explain to my boss the exponential increase in the use of torture without killing."

"So you're telling me that I can torture people as much as I want, but I can't kill more than 77 people ?" Tom dumbfounded.

"77.5." Agent 713 corrected him. "Well, you usually torture then kill. Hence my presence here. If you only torture, you go to Moody's department. And you don't want to deal with him." She mimicked his madness by circling her finger near her temple.

She approached him and faced Sybill. Agent 713 watched the nails on the floor then her fingers. She winced from the sight and shot a look at Tom.

"Why do you want to kill her ?" 713 asked.

Tom couldn't answer this question because he had no idea why. Trelawney was just annoying him with her cries.

"Maybe you should reassess your actions and their consequences on your soul." She whispered in his ears. Tom laughed at that.

"So now Mister Riddle, you will put the gun down, free this nice lady over there, maybe give her some tissues for the blood, and we will talk." She got closer to Sybill and went for the ropes around her ankles.

"What do you think you're doing ?" Tom spat.

"Well… My job ?"

"And I am doing mine. So move away, and let me kill the bitch."

Agent 713 rose up and put her hands above her head in sign of exasperation. She went to the American kitchen and put the kettle on the fire. Tom followed her with his gaze, his gun still pointed at the enemy tied to the chair.

"I'm making myself some tea." She announced. "Do anyone want some ?" She took a good look at Sybil. "Well maybe not you, might be a little complicated with the ropes and everything." Agent 713 turned toward Tom. "What about you Mister Riddle ? How about camomille ? it is good for the nerves."

"You're the one getting on my nerves !"

"And what are you going to do about that ? Kill me." She stopped talking. "I'm not sure I can joke about that. Well, I'll just take it out of the transcript."

Tom completely turned around and leaped forward. "Ok, I am stuck with one of you, a stucker or whatever. But can I, at least, swap you with someone else ?" Tom bargained through gritted teeth.

"You need to see that with customer services." The agent explained in a dull voice. She took out a small white card from her black blazer and put it on the counter between them. Tom grabbed it and approached it to his eyes to take a good look at it.

Fred and George Weasley - Customer Services / DUMBLEDORE INCORPORATED

Tom flipped the card around, but no number or email address was written on it.

"And how am I supposed to fucking contact them ?" Tom hissed. "Am I supposed to make a fucking sacrifice ?"

Agent 713 put both her hands on the counter and leaned. "We've established we can't joke about that." She scolded him.

"About your question now…" She continued with a soft tone, contrasting with the previous sentence. "...in order to contact Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley, you should write a formal complaint with a pencil number 2 and complete the form G12." She gave him a A4 paper. "Then, with the help of the form G12, you'll have just completed, you can fill-up the form N3/4. You should probably also write a statement, with a list of reasons for the change, but of course, if you do that you'll have to send it to Lavender Brown, Ron Weasley's secretary. Oh but don't misunderstand me…"

"You're stalling…" Tom realised. Agent 713 shot him an embarrassing small smile. Riddle spun around and saw the chair empty. "What the fuck ?" He yelled. "You let her get away ?"

"Remember send it to Lavender Brown." She quickly finished before leaving all alone in an empty apartment.

Tom, out of rage, kicked every furniture in his reach.