C29 Meat Heads

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Before leaving Kamar-Taj, Tom was able to get his circle to be about as big as his hand. The Ancient One was happy about his progress, but this is only a minor step down the long path of becoming a master of the mystic arts. A few days before leaving Tom celebrated his 12th birthday. No one knew except Mimsy, who brought him a special cake and sang to him in his room. Tom decided to not tell anyone about his birthday as he wasn't one for celebrating it in either life. He still had no idea how Mimsy knew it was his birthday in the first place. What's funny is that both souls that merged actually had the same birthday.

Upon leaving, Tom was sent off by his new teacher and a few of the friendly Masters and disciples. Today is the day he has to take the train to Hogwarts, so he already had everything ready. Mimsy popped him to an empty alley by Kong's Cross and Tom finally was able to walk through the brick wall. It wasn't as thrilling as he thought it would be, but it was still an experience he would remember.

On the Train, he met up with his one and only friend, Druella. They talked about their work out plan and Druella was showing off some things she received for Christmas. They sat at the back of the train as not to be bothered by anyone. That didn't seem to work as a knock could be heard at the door when the train set off.

"Enter!" Tom calls and Druella looks annoyed as she was in the middle of talking before the knock.

The door opens and on the other side are the most annoying of the Slytherins Tom and Druella have had to deal with. Cornelian Crabbe and Gabriel Goyle. Both of them look like dumber versions of their grandchildren. They're in fifth year and the loudest of the people that badmouth Tom and Druella. The second they see Tom and Druella sitting peacefully in the compartment, their happy faces turned sour as they looked down their noses at the two first years.

"Get lost Rosier, and take your pet mudblood with you on the way out." Meathead #1 exclaimed as meathead #2 shooed them out of the compartment.

Tom seeing them being unreasonable quirks an eyebrow at them. They haven't done anything like this before, but then again bullying usually escalates. This must be that escalation. First, verbal bullying, and now they want to start controlling where Tom and Druella are allowed to be. Sooner or later even that would escalate, so Tom needs to nip this in the bud right now.

"We were here first. Find another compartment or sit with us if you want, but we aren't leaving." Tom says casually as he reaches for his wand just in case.

The two boys weren't expecting that, as they just stood there for a moment. They looked at each other for a moment and both didn't seem to be happy about what Tom said. Tom could practically hear what they were thinking. Something about mudbloods not listening to their betters or something similar.

"I don't think you heard me. I said leave the compartment now. Muggleborn filth like you should just keep your mouth shut." Meathead #1 repeats as his buddy nods along with every word.

"*Sigh* Like I said before, we aren't going anywhere. If you want to sit with us, take a seat. If not then please go because you're interrupting our conversation." Tom says as nicely as possible with his wand hidden in his grasp.

Tom's nice reply seemed to somehow anger them even further. Meathead #1 went for his wand as his face is red with anger. Meathead #2 wasn't expecting to draw his wand, so he was a bit behind his friend. As meathead #1 grasped his wand, Tom had already aimed his wand at him.

"Expelliarmus!" Tom called and thunderous magical energy escaped Tom's wand and struck Meat head Crabbe(meathead #1).

Crabbe's wand goes flying into Toms open hand, and he immediately aims at Goyle, who was a bit slow in the draw. Before Tom could fire another spell, He hears Druella call out her own spell as well.

"Expelliarmus!" She said and Goyle's wand falls at her feet.

Both Tom and Druella now had their wands trained on the two meatheads. Crabbe and Goyle wore stunned faces as they didn't expect to be bested so easily. Especially against a couple of first years. Not to mention, one of them is a mudblood that knew nothing of magic before his letter arrived. They wanted nothing more than to teach these kids a lesson, but without wands they're powerless. Now, they stand there without a clue as to what to do anymore.

"You can leave now. We'll be keeping your wands until we arrive at Hogwarts. There they will be delivered to Slughorn, along with an explanation of what happened here. Goodbye." Tom says as Druella picks up the wand at her feet.

Both Tom and Druella haven't put down their wands and they won't until Crabbe and Goyle leave. Meanwhile, Crabbe and Goyle and just stood there torn between their instincts to teach these kids a lesson and the fear of whatever spells they would fire at them if they tried anything.

Seeing that neither of them was leaving, Tom looked over at Druella and they came to a non-verbal understanding. Both nodded at each other and aimed their wands at the intruders.

"Since you seem to have forgotten how to walk out of a door, let us give you a helping hand." Tom calls and they both call out a spell at the same time.

""Flipendo"" They call and both aim at a different target.

Toms spell hits Crabbe and Druellas hits Goyle. The two fifth years get sent flying out of the door and onto the hallway floor. Tom then casually walks to the door and closes it in their faces. Once the door is closed, Tom locks it and takes a seat next to Druella, who lets out an annoyed groan.

"You know this is going to cause problems correct?" Druella says in exasperation.

"Possibly, but I doubt the council will get involved. At least, not directly." Tom says after a moment of thought. "But somethings have to be done. I don't mind people talking sh*t about me. They don't matter to me and I could care less about whatever garbage spews from their mouths, but I won't be dictated on where to go and what to do. If we let them get away with that, situations like this would repeat."

"Yeah, but something will happen because of this." Druella says.

"True, but we'll be ready for whatever that might be."