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Chapter Fourteen, Year Two: Explosive New Neighbors

A new day dawned, and Salazar and Draco drudged themselves out of bed to find out more about their new residence. Not that they were overly excited. They'd had enough interaction with their neighbors to last several lifetimes, a few centuries, seven hours, 53 minutes and 42 seconds. Give or take a day or two.

So, they began their search. Instead of learning anything, they ended up with another mystery.

"What sort of town doesn't have a library?" Draco fumed. "Are all the people here illiterate!"

"You never know," Salazar said. "They're certainly odd enough."

"But, no library and no bookstore!" People were beginning to stare. To them, normal people didn't stand in the middle of a sidewalk, being a path impediment and shouting about books.

"Really, Malfoy, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were surprised."

"Hah hah. Can't you just see me laughing hysterically?"

"Nope," Salazar said, overly cheerfully. He gave a little wave as Draco glowered at him.

Draco sighed and looked up at the sky as if asking "why me?". Salazar was looking around, thinking.

"I have it!" Salazar snapped his fingers.

Draco looked over in surprise. "Can't you see me indulging in self-pity over here! Honestly, Potter and his self-centeredness," he huffed in annoyance.

Salazar continued speaking as if Draco hadn't said anything. "We should be able to buy a map from a deli or convenience store…" he trailed off as he thought of something else. "Um, Malfoy, do you have any money on you?"

"Of course I do. What do you take me for?" Draco asked indignantly. He began to pull out a few galleons, only to stop and peer at Salazar calculatingly. "You will pay me back, with interest."

"Let me rephrase that," Salazar said with a false cheerfulness. "Do you have any Muggle money?"

Draco looked at Salazar in horror.

"Shall I take that as a 'no' then?"

"Do we have to go back to that street?" Draco asked, wearily. Not there for a day, and already he was irked and slightly scared of his neighbors. It was a new record.

"Unless your house suddenly relocated itself, yes."

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After Draco and Salazar had gotten their money and bought a map (they were in Rosebank, Staten Island, New York), they returned home. They were also hoping that, against all odds, their neighbors would be acting at least a bit normal. They were, oddly enough, although, there was one problem.

"Damn it!" Draco swore, and pulled him down behind a parked car. Salazar looked over at him curiously.

"You see that pale bloke, with the black hair, that looks like a bit like you?" Draco asked.

"Yes, that's Tom Riddle, isn't it?"

Draco stared at Salazar incredulously. "How did you know that?" He whispered furiously. Tom was looking around the street, seemingly lost in thought.

"Well, I saw a picture of him when I was looking through the old year books. Didn't he get an award for special services rendered to the school?"

Draco shook his head. "I don't know why you were looking through the year books, and I don't care. What I do know is that he's a Death Eater who wants to kill you."

Salazar stared at Draco in mock horror. "Kill me? What did I do?"

Draco sighed in annoyance. "Think for once, what could you have possibly done that would cause the Dark Lord's minions to try to get you head on a pike?" He asked sarcastically. Draco didn't wait for an answer, he turned around and continued surveying the street and surrounding houses.

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The moment they were sure no one was watching, the two quickly ran to their house, opened the door, went inside and began closing all the blinds.

"Severus!" Draco yelled. There was a loud thud, some muffled cursing and footsteps. A few moments later, a slightly singed around the edges Severus emerged.

"You yelled?"

"Tom Riddle is here!"

Severus paled. "Lupin!" he yelled up the stairs.

While Severus, Draco and Remus were busy discussing their next course of action, Salazar had taken up a pen and paper.

"Um, guys?" Salazar asked, sounding uncertain. "I think you should see this." Salazar held up a piece of paper bearing the name Tom Marvolo Riddle and the words, I Am Lord Voldemort. "I have the hunch they're the same person."

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Tom smirked as he surveyed his imperio'd "family"(1). Their daughter, Courtney, had given him the hardest time, but it wasn't something that he couldn't overcome.

Lucius Malfoy had given him back his corporal form, using his wife as the conduit and her life force. If Lucius had raised his spawn correctly, then there would be no need to kill Draco, and Dumbledore wouldn't know. But, Draco had defected and alerted both Dumbledore and the Ministry. As a result, the Manor had been raided, and Lucius killed. But there was always some good news to go with the bad. He had found out where Draco and Harry Potter were. Staten Island would never be the same.

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Salazar sighed and tried to explain the situation, again. It yielded the same result.

"So, they share the same letters!" Draco yelled. "That doesn't mean they're the same person!"

"If you don't believe me, ask Dumbledore!"

"That's Professor Dumbledore," Severus corrected.

"Why don't we just call to make sure?" Remus suggested.

"As I said before, it's too dangerous. If we do that, we could be tracked. Also, one of the two fireplaces could have traps on it. Put in place by Death Eater enthusiasts."

"And having Voldemort living next door isn't at all dangerous either!"

The argument continued on for several minutes until Remus threw up his hands, and marched purposefully over to the fireplace.

"What are you doing?" Severus asked with a glare.

Remus glared back. "I'm calling the Headmaster. It never hurts to take precautions."

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On August seventh, the citizens of Rosebank were startled to hear around twenty cars back firing. They were even more surprised when around twenty people appeared, all wearing robes and holding wands.

Several of the elderly had heart attacks, and numerous people fainted when a house blew up, and debris and chunks of smoldering human flesh rained down upon the scene. The cause of it was a pale sixteen year old with black hair.

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"Drop you wand and raise your hands, and you won't get hurt!" an auror yelled.

Tom just smiled, cast Morsmordre and Apparated away, to much cursing on the part of the aurors.

A/N: Hello, school's sucked. Soccer's sucked too. I spend more time at school than I do asleep. When I get home, I only have time to eat, shower and finish my school work. Luckily for you, I'm very sick. Now, you get an update.

1. It's the same family with the girl who slammed the door shut in Sal's and Draco's faces. I'm going to be killing off my friends and myself in the next few chapters.

Reviews: I'll reply to the reviews when I don't feel like I'm going to fall asleep on the keyboard. I hate my meds.