Harry had taken me to Bella's house, explaining to me that it was Sirius' house and that he lived here for most of his Fifth year. I ignored him until he got tiresome to listen to. "Potter?" I looked at him, he smiled.
"Yes Tom?"
"I know what this place is, I've been here twice before." He gaped at me. "Don't act so surprised Potter. Don't forget this is where Bella grew up. Not to mention her parents before her and their parents before them. It may not be a manor but it might as well be called the Black House. Bella's mom before her had intimate feelings toward me first, she brought me here to see her parents. Then Bella brought me here to see her parents, but only her dad had been home at the moment. I know this place like the back of my hand. Even if it's contents have changed since I've last been here."
"That 'intimate feeling' is called a crush. Ew. I don't even want to think about someone having a crush on you." I smirked at him.
"I too wish these foolish girls would stop trying to get me in bed with them. I have more important matters to attend to than giving them fan service. I am nothing like your Second Year professor… what was his name again? Gilderoy Lockhart?" I made my way up the stairs only to stop at a giant framed picture covered by a tapestry. I raised a brow in curiosity before grabbing and yanking it down to the floor… or tried. So I instead used magic to knock it down.
"FILTHY MUDBLOODS! SHAME OF MY FLE- who are you?" The portrait demanded. Harry came running up the stairs.
"Tom!" He scolded.
"It's been a while, Walburga. Correct me if I'm wrong but didn't you and your sister-"
"Is that the Dark Lord? KREACHER!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Pop! Kreacher was here immediately. He bowed.
"Yes Mistress?"
"Who are these people?"
"Harry Potter and-"
"The Dark Lord himself. I assure you." I replied, cutting the disgusting thing off before he could dare speak a name. The woman beamed like she used to when we were in school.
"It is an honor to have you here."
"You were more pretty in school." I stated flatly.
"As much as I would love to hear the two biggest jerks in the world bicker, I'd rather you show Tom the rest of the house."
"FILTHY HALFBLOOD! SHOW THE DARK LORD THE PROPER RESPECT HE DESERVES!" I smirked up at Harry. Then before I could help myself, I started cackling. She joined in with my laughter. Harry flicked his wand and fixed the tapestry before picking me up and quickly moving on. He only put me down when we were at the ground floor.
"How many times do I have to tell you Potter? The Dark Lord does not need carrying, even if I am small."
"You're not small, you're a child." He corrected. "We're leaving. We'll try a different place tomorrow." He informed.
"And who said you make the decisions around here?" I asked menacingly. When he didn't reply, I moved off from that subject. "Tell me what you are hoping to find, maybe I might help." I was being sincere. I wanted to make my Potter happy that way I didn't want to kill him anymore. He's the only person with emotions I can play with. Harry making Harry unhappy is something I will not have. That's my job.