Tom walked through Diagon Alley, his calm demeanor hiding the disdain he felt for the child in front of him. Lucius's tantrums and demanding voice grated on him, a reminder of the weakness he couldn’t tolerate. The boy was a mere replica of his arrogant father, and Tom couldn't hide his disgust. Lucius Malfoy was everything Tom despised—spoiled, superficial—and now, somehow, he was the product of the woman who had once captivated him.The child was distracted, inspecting wands with a contemptuous expression. Tom watched him, wondering how this weakling could be her son. How had she reduced herself to this?

"Lucius," she said, her voice tired as she tried to calm the boy. Tom's cold thoughts hardened as he watched her. She no longer held the ambition that had once dazzled him. He had waited for years, but now he saw her for what she had become, and he felt nothing but the need to claim what he believed was his.A dark temptation stirred within him. He had waited too long, and now, in front of her, he wanted it all.

When their eyes met, there was no trace of the girl he had once known. She looked at him coldly, but something about her posture suggested she had lost control. Tom stepped forward, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.

"{{user}}, you’ve changed," he said, his voice deep and controlled.