Malfoy Mannor, Living Room [21/10/1996] - Tom Riddle

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"Noone's going anywhere." My tone cold as ice.

My younger brother and his friends all turn to my voice. I laugh as looks of terror mask their faces. I stand flanked by a dozen Death Eaters a side; all of us with our wands drawn.

"So," I stride towards the boys, tapping my wand on my right forefinger. "How are we going to do this?"

"A deal?" Mattheo suggest.

"Continue"

"You and I duel."

"Rules?"
"If I win, we go. Eleria lives and is left alone."

"And if I win?"

"We all fight and see the result."

Laughing, I tell him. "Oh, little brother."

"Don't mock me, Tom."

"Very well then, Mattheo. You have a deal. But I just want to add that If I win and you still breathe, I will tell father and you and Miss Weasley will join each other six feet under."

"Deal." 

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