I'm writing this before I do my Pokemon Story, cause the chapters for this keep on a flowin. I'll run out soon, but until then it's to be cherished and enjoyed.

Chapter 6: Glory Days Part 1

OR

Do You See That Dull-Eyed Child In The Window~

As a 'muggleborn' orphan entering the Wizarding World, I started my first year in the 70's as a Slytherin.

I'm sure I made a strange sight at the time, the half-lidded kid who looked about ready to fall asleep as he walked to a table filled with distrustful or equally expressionless people, but frankly I just didn't give any kind of damn.

I sat right beside a wild haired witch with a manic pixie energy to her who immediately grimaced and talked about how it was shocking the animals they let in here, and how they'd all be so much better if they were dealt with, staring straight into my eyes.

I don't know what she expected, but it wasn't me nodding as I looked right back, stating that if an animal was pretending to be a person, then they probably had some good reasons to do it.

That was the most pleasant conversation I ever had with Bellatrix, but, again, I didn't really care.

I was the kid who didn't join in on trying to harass others, didn't stop others from bullying others, didn't reach out with obvious questions or help when people tried to threaten or coerce me.

I simply, stared. Watched. Measured and weighted and reviewed. Maybe it was my sheer indifference, maybe it was my eyes that saw a little too much or the questions that came out of nowhere that hit too deep, but it only took that single year until they decided I wasn't 'worth' bothering. Like a dead fish, I just didn't do much.

That was the first thing in years that had actually made me crack a real smile, shitty crooked British teeth that never failed to make a person flinch and Dentists wallet's drool.

So I went through my days, as I usually did. Slughorn wasn't a bad Head of House, but I was also frankly a nobody with no pressing issues, so I was mostly on my own.

"Hmm, non-action can oftentimes do more damage than any amount of help or hinderance." I hummed to myself as I walked down the hall from the Library. There was only so long one can grapple with changing reality for good grades before drifting off after all.

"Well, someone's thinking deep thoughts." A voice came from beside me, and I focused my attention back from my thoughts to see who was actually talking to me for once.

Jet black hair, sharp features, a picture practiced smile, flanked by a perfectly poised Lucious Malfoy and jittery Bag-a-Trix, was the 6th Year Slytherin Prefect, Thomas Riddle.

"Sup killer." I waved back as I kept walked, well aware of the fact that the hallways was otherwise devoid of people. I also knew that Riddle didn't give any indication my words had any effect, but that didn't stop me from seeing the small twitch of Lucious's hand, or the narrowed eyes of Trix.

"Why do you keep calling me that? You know that's how rumors start." Tom let out a put-upon sigh, but I knew a fake when I heard one. I was one after all.

"Look, let's cut the shit. I know you've killed people, will kill more, and are probably going to threaten to kill me if I try to 'spill the beans' or whatever expression you're going to use. Either get it over with now or let me get my god damn dinner." I kept walking as I talked, so it was pretty clear to see that they had stopped in their tracks, allowing me to walk several steps forward...before I was lifted into the air by my robes, ankle first.

My eyes were still flat as I stared down three different wand tips, Tom now looking remarkably more murderous. He actually had shockingly expressive eyes, for a sociopath. I wonder how nobody else noticed his barely contained disdain or greed behind that painted smile.

"You keep playing a very dangerous game, mudblood. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just take care of a loose end like you're rapidly turning out to be." He all but literally hissed at me.

I think I made him even more angry when I yawned.

"Man, I could give less of a fuck what words a society barely a total fraction of the world calls me. If you're gonna kill me then, again, shut the fuck up and actually do it so we can both get on with our days or let me go cause I'm one of the only things that'll let your stupid little plan come anywhere close to complete." I waved off the killing intent, and from my high vantage point I easily took note of Lucious's flinch. Whether it was because of my apparent death wish, my language, or my third thing, who could say.

"You...you're nothing but an insane child, seeing delusions and enemies at every corner, aren't you." Tom suddenly dialed back, visibly straightening as if his previous threat never happened, even as I was still hanging in the air.

I was unimpressed.

"That's the spin you'll try to put on this? Really? Fuck, you're bad at this, you're lucky most people in this society have the collective cognitive awareness of an unripe potato. Not even a proper potato clock either, I'm talking military ration use here. I'm a Seer you dumb fuck." I continued to swear common sense at him, even as I saw what looked like the beginnings of a grin try to break through his mask before it was brought back in not even a second.

"Oh? That's an...interesting, thing to call yourself. Do you have any proof, of such an allegation?" Tom tried to press.

"I know about the Horcrux, for one." I casually pointed out, and that shot whatever the fuck he had expected, eyes wide for the first time even while the two flunkies were equally surprised at their leaders actions.

Gone was any semblance of civility and in its place was a monster 16 years young.

"~How, Do you know of that~" He literally hissed at me this time in Parseltongue, but again, still no fear.

"Again, just said, Seer. Also know the whole Parseltongue thing, Sherlock. Look, we want to keep doing this back and forth where I reveal stuff I should have no damn idea of, or will you set me down and we can discuss this like two normal, functional children with more sense than the grown adults around us." I crossed my arms as I waited for a response, watching Tom dart his eyes back and forth between me and his subs, nose flaring as his breath sped up. At least he was enjoying it while he had it.

Finally, he got himself back to center again to narrow down on me with angry eyes, bite out the word 'fine', and with a harsh twist of his hand, I was dropped to my feet. I don't know if that was wandless magic or just a signal to let me go, but did it really matter? We walked a ways away to an unused room, where Lucious stood guard and the remaining three of us stood in the center. I elected to jump on a nice desk an an impromptu chair, but they kept standing.

"So, how have you been doing?" I asked as was only polite after we both just existed in the same room for a few minutes, as Trix looked livid that I went first while Tom was approaching back and forth between maximum lemon-suckage and full out snarling.

"I said it earlier, but are you truly insane? You know who I am, what I am capable of, so the better question is, what else can you tell me that I can't rip from your screaming mind."

I legitimately laughed, well and completely from the bottom of my belly. I fell back, clapping my hands, because, really, it was hilarious.

"Ha! Hahaha! Ah, ahh, man, you're hilarious. I thought we've solidly established that you aren't threatening to me, and don't really have much to leverage against me. I don't have friends, family, I don't care about pain, and death would be a mercy I gleefully would embrace if it came down to it. On the other hand, I know every move you'll probably ever make, hundreds you never would or could, and all kinds of other little tips and tricks. Want to know my favorite?" I grinned as I sat up and explained, taking note that Trix was looking, for the first time since I had met her, looking distinctly lost, while Tom was visibly grinding his teeth. Hilarious.

All of that was wiped away too with my next sentence.

"The Wizarding World won't last past the next two generations, with or without your help."

Ha! That shut him up.

END OF CHAPTER

This wasn't a direction I expected the story to go, but I'm having a lot of fun thinking about it as I go. This is all like 95% off the cuff as well. I think of short scenes and then build em up. In any case, like, leave a little comment, all the usual love that makes doing all of this oh so worth it. Hope you all have an amazing night, and enjoy my little mad thoughts