260 Amateurs

Arth stared at the two people Tom and Voldemort brought out in silence.

"Hahahaha! Now if you don't want your parents to die, you will surrender right this instant!"

Arth was silent for a moment before he gave Tom and Voldemort a confused look.

"These aren't my parents."

"What?"

"I don't know who these people are?"

"???"

"Impossible! We checked the records! These has to be your parents!" Screamed Tom.

"Dammit Tom! I told you to make sure that these people were the right ones! How the fuck did you mess it up!" Screeched Voldemort.

"Why the fuck are you blaming it on me! I did what you asked me to do! I went to the address, saw a wife and husband and kidnapped them!"

Arth frowned. "My parents are currently not home. They left to search for you actually…"

Tom: …

Voldemort: …

"What the fuck! So the aurors who were chasing us across half the fucking country were his parents! We could've just kidnapped them dammit!"

"So we sent them half way across the world for nothing?"

"You sent my parents to a different country?"

"We gave them, or Tom gave them a port key which transported them to a random place. They might be in America right now?" Said Voldemort.

"So that's why I couldn't reach them for a while."

"Fucking hate portkeys. That's why I just said we should kill him!" Groaned Voldemort. "We should've stuck to my original plan of kidnapping Harry Potter."

Tom rolled his eyes. "Harry Potter is nothing special. It's literally Arthur Kingscrown here that we need to worry about. He has tamed Dementors. FUCKING dementors. And you are still worried about a little boy with glasses who has a lightning bolt scar? How on earth did you lose in the first place?"

"I TOLD you his fucking mom died for the little whelp and cast a protection charm on the brat! What the fuck was I supposed to do?"

"So the greatest dark lord in history was defeated by LOVE."

"…"

"Pitiful," said Tom with a disdainful look. "It really is."

Arth let out a cough. "Tom has a point here. Harry is kind of an idiot."

"I couldn't agree more, Arth."

"Don't call me that, we aren't friends Tom."

"Tch." Tom clicked his tongue.

"Soooo, what do we do about the random strangers you guys kidnapped?" Asked Arth.

"I'm just going to kill them," said Voldemort as he pulled out his wand.

"How about this," said Arth as he let out a cough and looked at the surrounding battles around him.

Death Eaters versus Dementors.

"How about I take the two strangers and retreat. You guys take the remaining Death Eaters and retreat."

"You think we would retreat from a battle like that?" Sneered Voldemort.

Arth shrugged. "As it stands, you and I and Tom are equally matched and we might be able to fight at a stalemate for a long time. So let's just cut the annoying part out and just let me go? I kinda have classes to take after this."

"…fine."

"I'm fine with that Arth."

"Fuck off tom."

"Tch."

Arth received the two kidnapped random people and sighed.

"You guys kidnapped muggles? Did you guys not even bother to check if the kidnapped people were wizards or not?"

"…"

"… I'm going to fucking kill you Tom when we get back to our base."

Arth shook his head. "Amateurs."