Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I do not have any rights to Harry Potter and I do not make any money from writing these fics.
A/N: Written for the Procrastinators United Competition, the One Million Words Added Challenge, the Pairing Diversity Boot Camp Challenge, the 335 Pairing Bonanza Challenge, the If You Dare...Continued Challenge and The Twelve Days of Christmas Challenge.
Prompts: Morfin Gaunt/Tom Riddle Jr, Hen Night/Stag Night, Sock, and the Tom Riddle Era.
Death By A Sock
Insane red eyes watched from the shadows as Tom Riddle waited for his dear uncle to return home from a friend's stag party. While Tom had been invited, for the first time since he was now officially sixteen Tom had turned down the invitation in favour of plotting and preparing to murder his uncle Morfin. Tom's hands tightened around a bright green sock that had more holes in it then it had material.
'I will show him, I will show everyone that you never cheat on Lord Voldemort' Tom thought darkly as a dark hiss fell out of his lips at the thought of revenge 'I will use this sock to kill the bastard for even thinking of having fun with someone else who is not me!'
As time went by Tom continued to plot his revenge without caring about the dead bodies of his relatives that littered the floor around him. What looked like red paint pooled around his feat through he took no notice as the gleam in his eye grew as time went by. In his hands he held his murder weapon of choice, one of his uncle Morfin's favourite socks.
'I do not care if it is a pair of socks or another person or himself' Tom thought angrily as his eyes turned into snake like slits 'If I find anything that my Morfin loves more than me then there will be punishment, I will not stand for it.'
A collection of drunken shouts from outside the small cottage suddenly caught Tom's attention. Tom silently stepped backwards into the shadows and stood silently as the happy but drunken cries and shouts of Morfin's friends came to his ears. As the sound of drunken and unsteady footsteps came up the gravel path towards the cottage's front door Tom stood calmly in the shadows. No emotion was felt or shown as he stood tall and stiff with the sock in his hand, the only hint of emotion that Tom showed was the slight insane glint in his eyes as he stared hungrily at the front door waiting to murder Morfin Riddle.
Tom kept deadly calm, even as the sound of his uncle and lover fumbling with the front door keys with his chubby hands came to Tom's ears. As a loud hiccup came was heard alerting him to Morfin's drunken state and the sound of the cottage keys falling to the ground a dark deadly grin came to Tom's face.
'In his current state it will make it even easier for everyone to think he killed everyone while drunk before killing himself in grief when he came to his senses' Tom thought smugly as the sound of Morfin trying and failing several times to pick up the keys was heard 'I cannot wait to see what that double timing fool will look like as I use his favourite sock to kill him.'
With dark murderous thoughts in his mind and an insane grin on his face as Tom enjoyed each and every one of the murderous thoughts and how they grew darker and more evil with each passing one. As the sound of the key entering the lock came to Tom's ear's he could not help but to start counting down the few minutes that remained of his uncle's life.
'It is too bad really' Tom thought as his hands tightened their hold on the sock 'If only he chooses to stay outside for the night where everyone can see him or if he chose to stay at a friend's house he would of lived to see another sunrise...through I would still kill him. I do not take betrayal lightly, especially from those who I think of as my family, as my lover!'
An angry snarl came to Tom's face as his eyes flashed red and his knuckles turned white with his tight grip on the sock. The image of Morfin kissing that blond bitch flashed through Tom's mind making him even more angry.
'What does that blond bitch have that I do not have?' Tom asked himself angrily 'I have brains, power, strength, magic, charm and more! What does that bloody woman have that I do not have! What caused Morfin to fall in love with the woman?!'
Tom would never know or find out that the answer to his question was true love, the woman loved Morfin for who he was inside.
Suddenly the sound of the lock clicking and the door opening broke Tom out of his insane inner rant. The heavy yet familiar sounds of his ex-lover and soon to be dead ex-lover came to Tom's ears. Silently staying in the shadows Tom watched as the drunken man wobbly made his way into the house and shut the door behind him.
"Oh T-hic!-Tommy~ Your Morfin i-hic!-is home!" Morfin called out totally unaware of the danger he was in, "Your Morfin missed you! Why do you not come and give me a big h-hic!-hug?"
Sizing his chance and not willing to miss it Tom quickly darted out of the shadows and used his nibble and quick body and jumped behind Morfin with the sock firmly going around the elder man's neck.
"T-Tommy?" Morfin questioned in his drunken haze as he found himself struggling to breath, "T-this isn't...a very nice...way to..."
"Welcome you home?" Tom said as he finished Morfin's sentence, "This is your punishment, this is your punishment of daring to kiss that blond woman! You know your mine! You bloody know it but you still betryed me and kissed her!"
"I-I love you like...a son," Morfin gasped out as his oxygen lacking and drunken brain tried to work function correctly, "The woman...Sa-
"I do not care," Tom hissed out angrily as he gave a harsh tug of the sock causing the final blow to be delivered, "You are mine, you should of never of kissed her. You are mine!"
Feeling the life gone from the now empty body of his uncle Morfin Tom let go of the sock and stepped backwards with a satisfied look on his face. Looking around him as if seeing what he had done for the first time a dark expression crossed Tom's face before he gave Morfin's dead body a sharp kick before turning and walking out of the house.
End.
