C127 Platform Ruckus

*Only one today*

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After the meeting with his followers, Tom spent the rest of his days before school relaxing with Druella. He slept at the Rosiers for that entire time, but he and Druella haven't done anything intimate yet.

She said she isn't ready for that yet, which is alright with Tom. He's pretty sure she's just worried about the pain of her first time while wanting it to be special. That's okay though. Tom can just continue to keep the company of his left or right hand. He said he would take things slow with her and he meant it.

Although that didn't mean he couldn't sleep in the same bed as her. They slept alongside one another for the last few nights before school starts.

Lord Rosier was not happy about that, but he couldn't really say anything. Tom is his lord after all. If Tom wanted to, which he does not, he could f*ck Lady Rosier right in front of him. Of course he won't, but he could without any repercussions.

Throughout these few days of peace, Tom has been getting communications from his followers about the last meeting. Everyone was doing their best to turn over a new leaf and contribute to the cause, or at least pretend to turn over a new leaf to gain his favor.

These two-faced people were easily spotted thanks to the liar function in the mark. Tom won't be punishing them or anything, but they won't be holding any high-level positions, ever. They will forever spend their lives as grunts in his organization.

When the few days of vacation ended, Tom and Druella returned once again to King's cross.

As they made their way through the pillar, they were met with a n extremely packed platform. Everyone was waiting with bated breath for Tom Riddle's arrival.

Parents and students were all surrounding the entrance, waiting to catch a glimpse of the one that slew the dark lord.

As Tom passed through the entrance with Druella on his arm, the crowd swarmed them. Everyone was thanking him and asking for an autograph or to shake his hand.

Reporters were asking question after question to get anything that could fill their next front-page article.

Photographers were snapping picture after picture to get the best one they could. Tom felt as though he was being flash-banged the second he walked onto the platform.

Although he knew that something like this would happen, Tom still felt a bit overwhelmed by everything around him.

Soon, his saviors arrived. Aurors dressed in red coats with wands drawn started pouring into the crowd. They fired off spells into the air to disperse the crowd.

"Step back! I said step back!" A man that looked very similar to Charlus walked at the head of the Aurors as they cleared the area. "All Hogwarts students are to board the train, and parents are to say their goodbyes and leave. NOW!"

Not wanting to anger the Aurors, everyone reluctantly did as they were told and the crowd dispersed.

"Hello, Mr. Riddle. It's an honor to meet you. I'm Lord Alphonse Potter." Lord Potter says with a bow. "I'm the leader of the Ministry of Magic's Auror Office. Would you be willing to accompany me back to Whitehall for some questions? Obviously, you aren't in any trouble. We just have some questions about your bout with Grindelwald."

"Are you Charlus' father?" Tom asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Huh? So my son wasn't lying? He really is friends with you." Lord Potter realizes.

"Yes, we met in his first year. He wasn't one of those lions that called me a snake and cursed my existence, so we hit it off fairly well." Tom explains.

"Oh, really? That's nice. I seem to owe my son an apology now." Lord Potter laughs and goes back into work mode. "So, are you willing to come and answer some questions?"

"I mean, yeah. Although, I have to be at school for the welcoming feast." Tom agrees.

"Once we're finished, you can floo to the school from the Ministry. You'll probably make it there before the train arrives." Lord Potter offers.

"Alright, that sounds good." Tom says and turns to Druella. "Want to ride the train or tag along with me?"

"I'll come with you. The train ride will be dreadfully boring without you." She says and grabs his arm.

"Sure, you don't mind, do you?" Tom turns and asks Lord Potter.

"No, I don't mind. She was there too, so we have some questions for her anyway." He shakes his head. "If you're ready to go, please grab on and we'll take you there."

As he says this, two Aurors stand beside Tom and Druella. They each grab their designated Auror and disappear from the platform.

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In two separate interrogation rooms, Tom and Druella were being questioned about the fight with Gellert Grindelwald. Although they are in interrogation rooms, the atmosphere was anything but that.

The Aurors were made to protect the wizarding world from the Dark Arts and those who practice them. Tom nor Druella show any outward signs of practicing Dark Arts. They also participated in the killing of a very powerful known dark lord.

If anything, the Aurors are trying to appear in their best light for Tom. They are treating him like an honored guest while going through the normal procedure of questioning someone.

They were all told to look their best and treat Tom well, as many of the higher command want to try recruiting Tom when he graduates.

Getting the man that killed Grindelwald to join them would be a huge boon to the Auror Office.

As the normal questions were coming to an end, Lord Potter asked something that has been bugging him.

"Do you know where the bodies of Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald are? We searched the area that the fight took place, but couldn't find them anywhere." He asked.

"Oh yeah. I have them actually. I thought you guys would need them and didn't want the muggles taking them. My house elf Mimsy could bring them here if you'd like? I told her to place them under stasis, so no rotting or anything has happened." Tom reveals as he forgot he even had them.

He's already taken all valuables off of the bodies for himself, so he has no need for them anymore.

"Yes, that would be appreciated." Lord Potter nods. "Next time could you leave the bodies though? We try to keep the area as untouched as possible for our investigations."

"Yeah, sure. I'll just call you guys next time. I guess that I didn't really think about it." Tom says as he calls for his favorite elf. "Mimsy!"

*pop*

"Master called." She answers, her well-dressed appearance impressing all Aurors in the room.

"Can you deliver the corpses of Grindelwald and Dumbledore to Lord Potter here for me?" Tom asks as he points to Lord Potter.

"Mimsy's on it!" She says and pops away.

"You seem to take very good care of your elf, Mr Riddle." Lord Potter nods in approval.

"Mimsy represents me. If she looks raggedy, that shows me in a bad light." Tom says simply.

"If only others would see that as well." He shakes his head at the wizarding world's custom of belittling elves.

*pop*

Mimsy appeared with two dead bodies in tow. Both Gellert and Albus looked to be in the exact same state as they were upon their deaths. Albus the mummy and Gellert with a sword wound through the chest.