Dark Lord in Twilight

Tom took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself. He knew he had to think rationally, but the anger inside him burned like an uncontrollable fire. The realization that the previous owner of this body had been deceived infuriated him even more. He clenched his wand tightly, knowing that if he didn't restrain himself, his first impulse might be to curse the first person he saw.

Casting a calming spell on himself, he forced his mind to focus. He needed a plan, not reckless emotions.

"Okay, I will leave within ten days," Tom said flatly to the official.

But in his mind, he was already planning his next move. He would find the man who sold him this house, and he would make sure that person paid the price for deceiving him. To Tom, death was not the worst punishment—there were far worse fates, and he knew exactly how to deliver them.

Without wasting more time, Tom grabbed his wand and began packing his belongings. He used an extension charm on a suitcase, similar to the one Newt Scamander had. Of course, his was far superior, crafted with precision and enhanced by powerful magic. As his furniture and books neatly arranged themselves inside, he contemplated his next step.

Finding a new place to stay was his immediate concern. The previous owner of this body had left behind some money, but it wasn't enough to buy a house outright. However, that did not bother Tom. He had ways of obtaining more. This money had originally belonged to his father, and while the former Tom Miller had been reluctant to use it, Marvolo had no such reservations. Money was money, and he would use whatever resources were available to him.

He visited a real estate agency, browsing through listings until he found a house that suited his needs. It was in a secluded area, away from the prying eyes of others, and relatively affordable. When he attempted to pay, he found his funds insufficient. Without hesitation, he took out a $20,000 loan. It was a trivial matter—he could always acquire more money later if necessary.

His new house was located near the forest, much like his previous one. If he weren't feeling so merciful, he could have simply taken over any house in Forks, but for now, he would play by their rules.

He contacted the seller and arranged a meeting at the property. As he drove there, he found himself enjoying the road. The house's location was ideal, surrounded by trees that would provide natural concealment and a perfect training ground for his magic. Upon arrival, he noticed another car parked outside. It looked strikingly familiar.

When he stepped out of his car, the house's seller emerged from inside. Tom immediately recognized him—it was Carlisle Cullen.

"Mr. Miller, are you the one interested in purchasing the house?" Carlisle asked politely.

Tom raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I need a new residence. Is this house yours?"

Carlisle nodded. "Yes. We rarely use it, so we decided to sell it."

Tom almost scoffed. Maybe that foolish old man Dumbledore had been right—perhaps fate truly did exist. The fact that he kept encountering the Cullens was beyond coincidence.

He had spent less time with his own Death Eaters than he had with this peculiar vampire family.

"Would it be possible for me to inspect the inside before making my decision?" Tom asked, maintaining a neutral tone.

"Of course, Mr. Miller. Please, follow me."

Tom entered the house, taking in its structure. The spacious hall led to a living room with a massive glass wall that overlooked the forest. A door led to the backyard, and the house had a garage along with several spare rooms. Upstairs, he found more rooms and an impressive terrace.

He liked it.

The house was shaded by the surrounding trees, limiting the amount of direct sunlight—an aspect he appreciated.

Without hesitation, he and Carlisle signed the contract, making Tom the new owner. He noticed the house had already been cleaned and furnished, likely in preparation for sale. It was a small convenience that saved him time.

Once the paperwork was completed, Tom wasted no time arranging the house to his liking. After a quick meal, he set about reinforcing the property with protective spells. The wards on his previous home had been removed, and now he needed to ensure that this house was just as secure—if not more so.

After working on the enchantments, he felt the need to train. He ventured into the forest, eager to keep his magic sharp.

He raised his wand, and with a swift motion, dark smoke erupted from its tip, colliding with a massive boulder. The rock shattered into countless fragments. It was a simple spell, but its power was undeniable.

Satisfied, he flicked his wand once more, casting "Reparo." The stone pieces lifted into the air, seamlessly reconstructing themselves. This spell was highly effective, though it had limits—it could not counteract exceptionally powerful curses like Pyroflare.

As he continued practicing, he suddenly heard noises coming from the depths of the forest. Low growls echoed through the trees, followed by the rustling of leaves. It sounded like wolves.

But something about these wolves was… different.

Tom's grip on his wand tightened. The wolves of this forest were not ordinary creatures. He could sense it. There was a strange energy about them—one that he intended to investigate.