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Tom Marvolo Riddle sat behind his desk dealing with the paperwork that made his group run smoothly. Or as smoothly as the Knights of Walpurgis were his followers. Many had taken up their positions within the Ministry or Wizengamott. With some struggle he had been able to take a low level ministry employee within a year of graduation. Dumbledore had tried to prevent this but had been unsuccessful. Slowly but surely Tom had risen through the ranks and was now Senior Undersecretary to the Minister.

This particular afternoon he was off duty and not needed in the Ministry but still needed to do paperwork. He hated paperwork with a passion. Maybe Abraxas would return soon. Buying 10 spacial rings should not take a long period of time.

As if summoned by his thoughts a knock sounded on his door. Tom called out not looking up from his paperwork, "Enter."

From the magic in the air he could tell it was Corbin and Abraxas. A part of him wanted to sigh as he could not sense any spacial magic on them. Either they failed a simple mission or the rumors of a technomage were false. Either were likely as the other.

Abraxas tried, "My lord..."

Barely withholding a sigh he questioned, "Abraxas, Corbin, how did you fail such a simple task? I asked you to get ten spacial rings from the shop that we heard about. Was the information false?"

The shop being on the very edge of Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley had the chance of false advertising. If so he would ensure that whoever owned it was no longer doing so by the end of the week. He needed those rings.

Corbin answered clearly having more bravery than Abraxas, "My lord we did go to the shop as you requested. I can confirm the owner, as young as he seems to be, creates spacial rings. However it would be better if you saw the memory for yourself."

Corbin dropped his Occlumency Shields and allowed Tom to view the memory. He did so and was surprised by what he found. A man a few years younger than himself but still in his twenties. Three Masteries and two unfamiliar marks. As Abraxas tried to talk to the man. Corbin and Tom both caught the way the man's wrist flipped as if turning something over in his pocket. The Malfoy Heir did not but it was unsurprising given his arrogance.

The more he watched the curiouser he became about the shop owner. Even before forced the two purebloods out he was in complete control. To be able to stop all magic from activating within a set area was extraordinary. Nothing like that had been previously done.

As he left Corbin's mind he considered his options. Then he said, "Good work Corbin. You have brought me valuable information. Abraxas you should have been able to sense his magic. If not his magic then the three Mastery tattoos. I'm disappointed in you Abraxas."

The Malfoy Heir bowed his head slightly and Corbin raised his chin in acknowledgement. With that he dismissed the two as he decided what to do about this new person.

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A few days passed since the two Death Eaters came into his shop. Today he kept his shop closed up as he went to another meeting with the goblins. More materials were given to him as well as an order placed. Goblins wanted five silver rings for themselves.

As soon as he got back to his shop he would start on them. It wouldn't take long as they were simple standard 10 cubic meters. No special designs. An easy enough request that would only take a few hours.

Harrison only stopped briefly to get groceries for the week before returning to his shop. To his surprise there was somebody waiting outside it for him. By the way their magic was acting they were testing his wards. Immediately he shrunk his groceries and placed them in his pocket. For a moment he considered activating Fool's World but another glance around told him it wouldn't be in his best interest. There were too many people out and about.

Instead he slipped a basic CAD that didn't have the technology of his time over his right wrist. It fit comfortably against his skin. Despite being made of metal it was warm again his skin. His magic flowed under his skin and already began tracing out the magic circle. Just in case he kept it up as he approached.

He greeted when he was only a few feet away, "What can I do for you? The shop is closed for the day."

The man who was several inches taller than him. Without answering he turned to face him, blue eyes catching his green. Tom Riddle, well fuck him. This was unexpected visit. Unexpected and unwelcome.

Riddle said a small smile playing across his face, "Ah you must be the owner of this shop. I am Tom Marvolo Riddle, I was hoping to buy spacial rings."

Harrison brushed his free hand down his shirt as he said, "Unfortunately we are closed today. You can send me an owl for your order later. Right now I must enter my shop and fulfill an order."

Riddle's eyes were sharp now. He seemed to have noticed that Harrison did not give his own name. Magic made the air around them grow heavy. The incantation to a basic spell was already on his lips. Waiting.

Riddle said, "I had wanted to speak to you."

Harrison snapped immediately, "Then you will have to wait until tomorrow. My store is closed."

"You're quite rude."

He twitched in annoyance. He was rude? Why he ought to... Harrison took a deep breath to calm himself. Anger would not help him here.

He said coolly, "I have every right to be rude as I have already explained that you will have to come back. No leave."

Tom frowned as he said, "You really shouldn't be so rude to customers. Beside an order you don't know anything about me."

Harrison said noting the eyes on them from curious passerbys now, "I know enough. Tom Marvolo Riddle, Prefect and later Head Boy at Hogwarts. Member of the Slytherin House."

"How?"

Harrison stared at him for a moment then said, "I may not have gone to Hogwarts but that doesn't mean hasn't gotten around. Do not mess with me, Riddle."

With that he turned to let himself into his shop. Once inside he ensured that the wards were locked down tight. He would not risk Riddle succeeding in getting in. He did not want any part of the man's war. Not now. Not ever.