Mirror Mirror on the wall tell me why is my life like this.
"Umm , who are you?"
"What no sandwich for me Harry?" The stranger asked.
Harry carefully moved towards the fridge keeping one eye on the intruder yes intruder because this was his one day off and he swore to God it better be important or he was gonna fuck shit up.
He carefully took out all the ingredients and putting in the same concentration he did with others Harry made the stranger a sandwich, which he promptly ate. After he was finished he said:
"Harry darling do you know you've been slipping a bit of your magic into these sandwiches you've been making?"
"The fuck?"
"Hmm yes well that is what's making them so incredibly delicious, no need to worry it's not harming you as I can see you're brimming....with ..magic" he said with a smirk on his face.
Harry turned completely red and sputtered out "can you please tell me your fucking name?"
"Is that how you talk to your elders?"
"THIS is how I talk to unknown people who won't even introduce themselves in my house"
"Well names have power... you may call me Tom"
"Oh I may ? " Harry said sarcasticly , Tom raised a perfect eyebrow in response.
"And really Tom? that's your name?"
"Yes, is it not to your liking?"
"No , it's just you look like that" Harry moved his hand up and down while pointing at Tom .
"Darling you just pointed at all of me"
"Yea Tom sounds ...mundane" Harry finished carefully.
"Hmmm I might tell you my real name but you have to wine and dine me I'm not that easy"
"Whaat ?" Harry's brain short circuited.Tom got up from where he was sitting and moved behind the kitchen counter and stood in front of Harry with one hand in the pocket of his pants of the perfectly tailored black suit he was wearing while the other was used to lift Harry's face up towards him by his chin.
"Hmm such pretty eyes " Tom was inches away from Harry's face who by the was sure that he had died and this was his personal hell courtesy of all his demon friends who thought he needed dick.
Tom's face moved up and sniffed his hair.
"Ahh what delicious magic"
"Did you just sniff me?"
"Don't worry darling you smell divine , tell me Harry have you been at deaths door?"
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"My What a naughty tounge you have , don't worry we'll make it better"
Before Harry could ask what was that supposed to mean Tom continued:
"Have you had a near death experience?"
Harry was about to deny but than suddenly a memory clicked he was 5 , his mom had left him at petunias Harry wasn't completely sure what were the chain of events but all he remembers is there was priest and bathtub full of water where Harry had been held under for way too long and than the faces of his parents filled with anger and some shouting than the hospital, he rememberes the doctors telling his parents that it was a miracle that he was alive that by all accounts he should have drowned but it might have been his magic that saved. him. He Also remembers that that was the last time he ever went to Aunt petunias.
As if reading his mind Tom replied " Hmm that will do it , you my dear dear Harry have been touched by death and it makes you soo deliciously interesting"
"What's so interesting about almost drowning"
"Because little lion you did die that day and your magic wasn't mature enough to save you"
"If my magic didn't save me , than what did?"
"Isn't that the million galleon question"