I had taken Tom to the store to buy him and me some things. Mainly for Tom. Because with the sudden size change his other clothes, wherever those were, wouldn't really fit him. Not that that was the problem. Tom was at an advantage because of the fact that there was a spell to change any of his chosen clothes to his size. However we'd gone to Diagon Alley because he utterly refused to set step in a Muggle store.
He walked straight up to Madam Malkin and began ordering clothes. I walked quickly to catch up to him. Small he may be but he hasn't really lost his sense of authority. Which is very strange but then you have to remember he bullied the other kids at the orphanage he grew up at. Which is probably one of the reasons he was so good at authority in the first place.
"Hello, can we get some self repairing robes in his size? Maybe some robes, jeans and shirts too? Just ask him what he wants. I'll pay for it all." I said, sitting down to wait. Tom talked to her, giving orders like she was some underling. I'd pay extra and talk to Tom about that. So far he seems to not have changed one bit with me. Which won't suit well with Kingsley. "Tom, be nice to her. She only wants to help." My only reply was a sneer before he stood up on the stool to be measured. "My budget is 200 galleons." There. Punishment… I guess.
When that was done I paid her for the things he asked for and the things I asked for. When I was ready to leave, I picked up Tom and headed outside. He sighed. I was surprised. He never does anything like that.
"Potter, I understand that I am a very important person but you do not have to keep holding me. I can walk."
"I'm not carrying you because I think you're superior, I'm carrying you so that you don't cause any trouble and so they don't try to harm you, just in case they do know who you are, if in fact they do know who you are."
"Well rest assured, Potter, all the people who could know that I am me are dead. Not many people know what I looked like as a child. I made sure long ago that Ms. Cole was dead so you don't have to worry about her either."
"Don't tell me about people you've murdered! In the past."
"The Dark Lord does as he pleases."
"Not anymore."
"Oh? And pray tell who is going to stop me? If you remember correctly I had Dumbledore murdered. If I can have Dumbledore murdered, I can murder anyone."
"Yeah but you didn't murder him, Snape did." I frowned. "On Dumble-Dumbledore's orders." And shit. The elder wand is owned by Tom isn't it? "Did you murder Snape? I can't find him." He smirked. That small bastard! He will forever be Voldemort, hidden under some type of composure.
"Yes, in fact I did kill him. Why? Did you suddenly have a change of heart over your dearly be-hated Professor who seemed to have it out for you?"
"Tom, you're a jerk."
"Go to the candy store and we can find something for you to brighten up your day."
"And why do you care?"
"Because when you're upset you have a tendency to make me want to kill you." I couldn't help but laugh. Then an idea hit me.
"Okay we'll go to the candy store but we're going to get you something instead."
"I don't need anything and nor do I desire something."
"Well we're still going."
"Why are you so nice no matter what I say to you or how I treat you? It's like you are a Dumbledore Junior or something similar."
"It's because I love you."
"Do you know what Albus' whole name is?"
"… Albus Dumbledore?"
"Wrong. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."
"How do you know that?!"
"Always know your enemy Potter." I sighed.
"Sometimes I believe you will never change."