𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣|| 𝙏𝙤𝙢 𝙈 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚

Quarante

After they got home, Avella was no jobless. Tom however, still was working at Borgin and Burkes, so she decided to come along with him.

When the two got to the shop, a plump woman was waiting for Tom behind a counter, with a very bright smile.

"Ah Tom there you are! I haven't seen you in here for ages! How's my favourite boy" she gave him a big hug and a sloppy kiss on the cheek, she finally caught eyes of Avella.

"Who's this beautiful girl? Haven't seen her here before?" She looked at Avella who just smiled, a fake one.

"What can I do for you, Hepzibah?" Tom lowly says

Avella clocked on, that..that was Hepzibah Smith, rumoured to be the descendant of Hufflepuff?!

There is will only be one way, this will not end well.

"I have some antiques to show you, but don't tell Mr Borgin oh no, he will want it." She rummaged in her bag

"Don't ask me for anything for this, this is only for the eye. But please don't tell anybody" she pulled out her heirloom

The Hufflepuff cup.

"My husband had a Slytherin Locket, he never came back from Albania, oh I hope he's okay" she cooed

Little did he know, he was dead.

She looked at Tom, who was not fazed. His eyes on the cup. The Hufflepuff cup, Tom needed it.

"I know I won't tell Mr Borgin, but you have to give it to me. I promise you, I'll take good care of it. You need to pass it on before you perish, let me be the one. We know eachother and trust eachother, Hepzibah" Tom came forward

"If you know me well, you must know I can't just it to someone, it would have to be family" she replied

"We are family? You have no offspring, Hepzibah." He darkly replied

"A bit too much, Tom. Well, I best be off, Tom, come meet me for tea at my place, tomorrow" she waved goodbye and bubbly left the shop

"I need that cup, now." He turned to Avella

"She's pretty stubborn, goodluck with that one" she taunted

"Don't worry, I've already charmed her. Just need her to hand it over to me, then I will be able to do everything I need" he smiled wickedly

"What do I get from this, playing your little dumb side piece again am I?" She looked at him, dissatisfied

"You were never a side piece." He smiled and tried to kiss her cheek, but she avoided it.

"No Tom, your charm dosent charm me anymore." She walked away and around the shop

Soon, the next day dawned. And Tom had set out to potentially kill Hepzibah Smith.

And like always, the day after the Daily Prophet issued the murder of her. But how Tom managed to put it on her poor elf, Hokey. Apparently admitting to putting poison in her tea.

When Avella was walking down a street Dumbledore appeared infront of her. She took a few steps back.

"I know it's not true about Hokey, and I know you know. Do the right thing, and everything to come will be terminated. You'd get what you want. Revenge." Dumbledore exclaimed calmly

"Now you decide to listen to me? No, I won't, everyone's damaged me more into who I am today. I don't need you too. Why don't you talk to Tom himself? He would no more than me, ignorant man." She walked past him with rage

"I already know. He did it, but he's so powerful people cannot prove it to be true. This is the one time to be good, to be like a Gryffindor. Like your spirit was once" Dumbledore said heartfelt

This only made her more frustrated
"No. Means no, Albus. I'm no toy anymore, I don't want to be told what to do, or who I am. I am Avella Lestrange, and I don't want you, or Tom to try and challenge that." She apparated to Tom's little apartment.

"Dumbledore is onto you." She exclaimed

"I know he is, I've been getting all sorts of Auror's round my door, getting annoying because none of the traces match to me" he looked at the paper

"What are you planning on doing with them?" She asked

"Well, horcruxes of course, then I will be the most powerful sorcerer in the whole world" he says with confidence

"But you'd have to kill" Avellw reminded

"I have." He looked at her

She was shocked, yes. He had already made one.

"Nagini is one too." Tom added

"How?" Avella asked intently

"Well, I killed another random lady. But I lit her on fire, so she's ashes now. Not noticeable when your in a forest" he shrugged

Avella looked bewildered, she did see a slight fading of his skin, more paler and his hair was was thinning.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked

"Nothing, are you feeling okay you look ill" Avella sat across from him

"Perfectly fine." He got up and went into his room

But this time Avella was sleeping on the sofa. They didn't have much, but it was enough on a Borgin and Burkes wage.

The Lestrange girl didn't sleep that night. Tom was changing, but she wasn't, she still had her youth. Oh Merlin, thought she.

Tom is going out of control. Maybe she should've listened to Dumbledore. Maybe she should've listened to herself.

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