C69 Murder in the Woods

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Before coming to Little Hangleton, Tom sent some elves ahead of him to locate the Gaunt Shack. They were also instructed to find out if Morfin was home or not.

"Mimsy!" Tom calls.

*pop*

"Yes, Master!" Mimsy heeds Toms call eagerly.

"Have you found the Gaunt Shack?" Tom asks.

"Yes, and Masters Uncle is there as well!" She says happily.

"Good, are there any wards around the shack?" Tom asks and Mimsy nods gravely as her expression becomes annoyed.

"Them wards is horrible. Mimsy almost lost an arm just walking by the shack!" Mimsy says and points to her arm which has a cut on it.

"Hmm, sorry about your arm, but thanks for the good work, Mimsy." Tom says as he pats her bald head. "Why don't you show Briar where the shack is and then go take a rest. We'll handle everything from here." He says and Mimsy nods her head and drags Briar away into the forest.

When Briar returned, they all went to peek at the shack from a safe distance. They made sure not to tip off Tom's Uncle Morfin of their presence.

The shack itself is a piece of shit even worse than the Weasley home. The place looked like the evil witch's house in some sort of children's story. No, it looked like a condemned witches house. It just radiated a dark evil witch house aura.

Tom examined the wards and found them to be very malicious but not too hard to crack. Ever since Tom had to go and rescue Druella, he's been reading up on wards and ward breaking.

The Gaunts put most of their ward power into attacking whoever was to break in. While that is good, they have barely any ways to block someone from breaching the wards.

Tom could easily break through these wards, but he won't as that would look suspicious. He plans to kill Morfin and take the ring through inheritance. His uncle's death shouldn't look magical in nature. Not that the Aurors, who are the wizarding world's police force, would look too far into the death of someone like Morfin Gaunt.

'It's best to be careful though.' Tom thought as he came up with a plan to kill his uncle.

After giving out orders, everyone got into position. Tom was fairly close to the house and everyone else was hiding in the forest 100 meters behind him.

The wards on the Gaunts house don't have anything to stop objects from entering, so Tom found a big rock and threw it at the only unbroken window at the front of the shack.

As the rock crashes through the window, Tom could hear banging from the shack along with loud hissing filled with profanity.

The door to the shack slams open and an enraged Morfin Gaunt comes lumbering out with his wand tightly in hand.

Tom shakes the bushes in front of him to draw his uncle's attention and boy does it work like a charm.

Morfin sees the bush and starts firing curses while running in Tom's direction.

At this point, Tom hasn't fired a single spell, nor will he unless he absolutely has to. The second after he shook the bush, Tom turned and started running towards his followers. Curses fly all over the forest as Tom ducks and weaves away from them.

When Morfin gets to the bush, he's met with the sight of a dark figure running away. Of course, this figure is Tom.

Tom's Uncle gives chase and continues to fire curse after curse at him. Even a few unforgivables were shot in his direction along with a large list of other curses.

'Say what you want about how crazy and inbred the Gaunts are, but at least they know their dark magic and curses.' Tom thought as every curse in the book is being fired at him along with a few he has never heard of before.

As Tom meets up with his followers with his uncle hot on his tail, each of his followers aims a crossbow in Morfin's direction.

Before breaking the window to lure out his uncle, Tom transfigured some rocks into crossbows. This way the cause of death will be blamed on muggles and not him.

He even went so far as to have his followers whittle their own crossbow bolts. Who knows if transfigured bolts would leave evidence behind. Either way, Tom would do his best to not leave behind any evidence whatsoever.

As Tom gets behind the line of crossbow-wielding Slytherins, they wait for Morfin to appear in range, and as he does they all fire in his direction.

Hand whittled bolts shoot from the bows and sore into Morfin Gaunts direction.

Tom's uncle seemed to have noticed the line of bowmen and conjures a shield.

"~Protego!~" He hisses and waves his wand.

The bolts are met by an invisible shield and fall to the ground without hitting their mark.

"~Stupid Muggles think you can anger the house of Gaunt, do you!?~" he hisses venomously as his shield disappears and all the arrows have hit the floor.

"~Yes, actually. I did.~" Tom replies as an arrow strikes Morfin directly on the side of his head.

The bolt goes through the head easily and pokes out the other side. Morfin's cocky face freezes in place as a hail of other bolts start striking his body.

Morfin hisses for the last time as he's turned into a pincushion and falls to the ground in a puddle of his own blood.

The first wave of bolts was only a distraction for the second group of followers hidden under notice me not charms. They are positioned in the trees to the right of the distraction group.

"Good work everyone!" Tom says as he looks uncaringly at the body of his uncle. 'We may have been related, but it's not like I knew him. Also, he is practically a Nazi of the wizard variety. No use crying over someone like that.' He shrugs and addresses his followers. "Collect every bolt fired without leaving behind any evidence. Remember that this has to look like a group of muggles killing a wizard."

Everyone gets to work and Tom stares longingly at the ring on his uncle's finger.

'No, leave it behind.' Tom thought as he looks away from the ring. 'I'll get it upon his death anyway, but I will have to wait until I can become a lord, which won't happen until graduation... should I just take it now?'