Chapter 4 – Meeting the Murderer
Inside the Castle
In the Dining Room
Anonymous, surprisingly, knew all about Voldemort. She had read biographies, heard rumors, followed with the Prophet, and done all she could to learn about his past and present. She was practically obsessed with learning about him, with seeing what went wrong. How could she have known all this knowledge would come in handy, one way or another? She hadn't, but here she was, sitting right across from the menace at one of the ends of the gigantic oak dining room table, filled with many white birch chairs. Voldemort was sitting at the other head of the table, taking sips from one of the goblets. Piglin was waiting next to him.
"You are dismissed, for now, Piglin," Voldemort hissed in his cold voice, "Go."
Piglin nodded and left through the door into the kitchen.
Voldemort continued to sip from his goblet.
"Well …" Anonymous started, "Nice to meet you." She smiled at him. "I've always wanted to see you in person, you know."
Voldemort said nothing.
"You people don't talk much, do you? Very anti-social. Well, everyone except that house elf, Piglin. He –"
"– has left." Voldemort interrupted coldly as he placed the goblet smoothly down.
Anonymous made a big show of rolling her grey eyes. "No, really?"
Voldemort took no heed to this. "Do you know why you are here?"
"Kinda, I'm related to some death eaters or something?"
"Yes, you are. Narcissa's great-grandmother adopted a girl, your grandmother. After the girl grew up, the two did an Unbreakable Vow stating that the Malfoys will always take care of that girl's family and descendants. You are the girl's grandchild, meaning that, regrettably, we must take care of you. I, personally, would have left you, if it wasn't for the Vow. You had better understand that." He gave her a look that clearly meant 'or else'. "The Malfoys haven't died because, just incase something like this happened, they have been donating some money to orphanages around the world. If you die, so will the Malfoys."
"Nice. So that's who the mysterious donator was. With that money we were able to afford canned corn instead of peas every night."
His red eyes narrowed slightly. "Have you chosen a name?"
"Like you care. But, yes, I have."
A few seconds passed by, each one annoying Voldemort even more.
"What is it, then?" he cried out angrily.
"Well, after a lot of thought, I have chosen the wonderful first and middle names, seeing as my surname will be Malfoy. From this day on, I am Tam Marvola Malfoy." Anonymous had trouble hiding her smirk, but she could.
Voldemort's pale face seemed to redden a bit as his slit-like nostrils inflated. "And why, may I ask, did you choose that?"
Anonymous, now Tam, shrugged. "I liked it, and figured you would, too, Tom."
He gave her a murderous look and clenched the goblet very tight.
"Tam Marvola is okay, ain't it? I mean, it doesn't sound as stupid as Tom Marvolo or somethin' dumb like that …."
Voldemort's goblet broke, spilling it's translucent contentsall over the beautifully crafted table. "No, I suppose not," he talked though his teeth, "Would you like to meet your new family, now?"
"I thought there was dinner now, I sure am hungry."
"No, I changed my mind," Voldemort spat, "All of the death eaters are not here yet; we need to wait. Besides –" he made a huffing sound "– I'm so sure you wish to see all of them at once."
"Of course, of course, my good man." She pulled back her dark hair into a ponytail. "Send them in at once."
His evil eyes widened slightly, not used to being bossed around. Clenching his fists, he told her, "By the way, you have your own house elf. She is right behind you." And, with a swish of the cloak, he left to find the Malfoys.
Tam turned around in her seat to see a young,female house elf watching her with large, green eyes. When she saw Tam, her ears went back almost in a submissive fashion and quickly rushed over.
"What would you like, miss? A refill in your goblet? Here, Rinell will dust your jeans, they seem so dirty … oh, look at this chair! So sticky, quite disgusting, miss, Rinell must clean it …."
"No, no, no! Calm down, I don't want you to!" Tam was very excited to have her own house elf, but was astonished at how eager Rinell was to clean, something that Tam detested doing more than anything.
"Oh, no, I'm terribly sorry, ma'am, I spilled the drink … now look, miss! You have a stain on your shirt, let me go wash it!" Rinell grabbed Tam's shirt and attempted to pull the stain off.
"STOP! DESIST! CEASE!" Tam shouted out loud, the words echoing throughout the dining hall.
Rinell automatically stopped, desisted and ceased. "Sorry, master." She mumbled in apology, looking down at her feet with a solemn expression.
"No, its fine, you're just too anxious, that's all." Tam patted her head, making the house elf's ears point back up hopefully.
"Yes, master!"
"Don't call me master."
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Nah, not that either."
"Yes, miss!"
"Okay, fine then! Now, go off, please, until I call you again," Tam ordered her while waving her hand.
So Rinell left with the snap of her fingers.
