"So, parseltongue." The two assassins said at the same time after appearing in the near empty common room.

"How do you know parseltongue, Five." The brunet shrugged at Tom's question, placing his black gun down and carefully pushing it underneath one of the large velvety couches with the tip of his shoe.

"Must have, picked it up somewhere." He replied casually.

"Parseltongue isn't a language you can just pick up, you have to be a descendant of Salazar to be able to speak it." The dark haired boy said, putting his wand inside his pocket.

"Actually... now that I think about it, his portrait did tell me that I had a rare gift.
Plus, It's impossible for me to be related to him anyway, my mother was a muggle - and as you know from the book you read, I don't have a biological father."

Five mused, undoing the ebony tie he had used to murder Thomas not too long ago - retying it perfectly as he spoke with a sigh.

"You know, the world's probably ending and I thought you may have wanted to know this - but I wasn't sold away until I was seven years old, it took a little manipulation from my father and Allison to make my siblings believe that I was with them from the very start." Tom raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"I was raised in an orphanage because my mother refused to take care of me.

During one year, the year before the next when Reginald finally tracked me down - I met a boy.

He barely ever came out of his room, nor did he ever show any signs of wanting to interact with anyone - always reading a book that he had already read at least twenty times, he never noticed me much.

It wasn't until the second last year I was adopted that we talked, exchanged reading material a couple of times and sat together by this large tree when we could go outside - or in each other's room.

Never got a chance to talk to him after I was adopted - he is never one to openly express emotions, and neither was I. But I remember the faint look of devastation that both our faces held as I was taken away.

It's been a long time, but I finally remember. "

Five finished with the garment, giving a coy dimpled grin.

He spoke once more, before retreating to the library soundlessly.

"His name was Tom Riddle."

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On Tuesday after classes had concluded, students spilled out the doors and into the halls - having just finished a surprise mock test for practice, cheering happily at the completion of the three inch long essay they had to write on the history of the great wizard war.

All scattering and relaxing after a week's worth of quizzes and essays, enjoying themselves either alone or with their friend groups.

For the two murderers the rest of the evening consisted of Tom hiding away with a large stack of books about spells outside in the cool breeze, spending his possible final day in solitary.

Five was on the opposite side of the school to him, inside the large library - reading through a frail book (that looked as though it had been thrown around inside a class full of thirteen year olds) about the physics and properties of the time turner - in the hopes of finding anything useful about the practice of time travel, only finding the phrase 'Start small, seconds, not decades.'

He sighed heavily and placed it down beside him, picking up another large old book after deeming the other useless.

There, in that aged mass of bound papers, wedged in between the little gap the spine failed to cover, was a yellowing page with a questionable red stain - and a hand written spell research of some sort that certainly didn't belong there.

The little assassin carefully wedged it out, flattening the creases out like a piece of wrinkled clothing.

Dectemorus: This spell I created will ensure that non-pure bred filth are all exterminated - this is so far untested and possibly unstable as it is used to make dementors gather in the seven sections of the Earth in which they will be drawn to, waiting for half an hour before beginning to eliminate the filth.

All pure bloods shall be gathered and taken to the base I have created - safely kept there until muggles, mud bloods and half bloods are killed.

To be used when absolutely necessary.

~ M.G

Five read through it, sharply inhaling and folding it hastily - pushing it within his navy blazer pocket and flying out of the library. 

Clusters of shocked students pressed themselves against the cold pewter walls as the little assassin dashed past, sprinting towards the empty courtyard like there was a starved tiger at his tail.

Tom was standing up, wand in hand as he squinted at a spell he had found five days ago - the single word given with no context whatsoever.

The word that would spelt the end of Earth.

"Stop! Stop!" The brunet shouted desperately, a brilliant yet ominous purple light emitting from the dark haired boy's wand - his attention averting to Five a second too late.

The purple blast shot into the air, the atmosphere suddenly feeling heavy and thick as if it had just rained heavily on a humid day - the spell creating a harsh shock wave, those within a ten metre radius feeling a painful jolt run throughout their body - dropping to the ground with a quiet thud as their hearts began to slow to a stop.

Five and Tom were the only ones in the area, gasping desperately for breath as they saw a massive swarm of cloaked figures gather around the school immediately in large numbers - enough to completely fill at least four Hogwarts schools.

"Shit." The brunet managed to wheeze out, clenching his teeth as he balled his fists.

He wasn't fast enough - he knew what was going to happen, and the world was going to be reduced to rubble because he wasn't fucking fast enough.

Five looked down at his matte ebony watch, the protective glass was reduced to small shards - the oil black hands ticking ominously.

It had all happened at three past five, thirteen seconds in.

The moon had stopped its orbit, uneven ominous lines slowly appearing on it - as if it were pulling itself apart.

There was a pause.

Before the brilliant full moon broke apart, its broken rocks began their descent down to Earth - a colloidal sized one approaching the planet impossibly fast.

Five struggled to do so, but managed to take a short breath in - a sentence from the book he was reading flashing in his mind brightly.

'Start small, seconds - not decades.'

'Seconds.'

Five took another constricted breath in and let a string of complex equations run through his mind at an insane pace, numbers coming together easily - focusing on stabilising.

'Just a few seconds, that's all I need.'

The brunet watched as the income of dementors slowed, Tom's short erratic breathing had paused - and the wind halted.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion for a moment.

Any object, creature or living thing that moved left an electric blue imprint, time slowly moving them back to the position they were in a couple of seconds ago.

The clear protective glass shards began to move back into position with near silent clicks, the seconds hand moving backwards to two past five, fifty-six seconds in.

Five felt a slightly unfamiliar flow through his veins, the sea blue haze that engulfed him brighter than it had ever been.

He pushed past a warped wall of azure, time returning to its regular pace the moment he passed through it - cool breezy wind floating along the atmosphere again, the masses of dementors nowhere to be seen, the moon no longer in threatening pieces, his heart beating loudly in his throat - Tom beginning to raise his wand slowly.

'The wand!'

The magical stick shot out of the dark haired boy's hand like it had tried to run away, Tom looking over to the brunet who had cast the spell expelliarmus.

"What are you doing Five?"

"I know what causes the end of the world. Pick up that wand again and you will regret it."

The dark haired boy accioed his wand, only for it to be pushed into his Smokey grey blazer pocket.

"Why would I regret it?"

"Because you are the cause of the apocalypse - well, part of it. I'll explain it all, just promise me not to use that spell."

"Okay, I promise." Tom clasped his hands together and presented it to the brunet, away from his pocketed wand.

"Good, now keep it away from your wand - just give me a second.

Holy shit, that was draining." Five ran his fingers through his hazel hair, taking in a deep breath before he faced the dark haired boy again.

"That spell was originally created to essentially 'eliminate' all humans that weren't pure bloods by using the dementors.

The problem is, the spell messes with the space-time continuum and triggers the creatures - the pull of their abnormal activity and numbers from the specific parts of the Earth they were forced to place themselves essentially pulls the moon apart.

The impact of a chunk of rock that is at least the size of Germany will send an insanely large shockwave across the surface of the planet, killing and destroying everything else the smaller pieces won't.

And from what I've seen, the spell has side effects - shocking everyone within a ten meter radius, nothing has a heart strong enough to withstand that shock - and so ultimately dies after seventy seconds."

Tom stayed silent as he thought about everything Five had just told him, furrowing his eyebrows.

"So I was the cause of the destruction of Earth - how, do you know all of this? I'm not doubting you, I'm just - curious."

"All it takes is a little time travel, and luck." He replied, pulling out the folded yellowing paper from his navy pocket - showing the boy, but not passing it to him.

"So you finally managed to do it properly. The jump you've always wanted to do."

The brunet gave a genuine grin, nodding.

"I have. Saved the world as well, that's a bonus."

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