100-word Harry Potter Drabble

Hiding in Plain Sight

by Marcus L. Rowland

They'll never work it out, thinks Tom, pouring another butterbeer.

First they thought Voldemort was dead, then crippled, now they're panicking. It didn't take much; a few sacrificial fools, spelled to believe his illusions -

"Two firewhiskies, landlord!"

- stories planted of his death and gradual resurrection, even the Potter brat is part of the plan now. The reality is simple; he lost most of his powers, they're slowly coming back.

One day he'll be ready to destroy them, for now he lurks in this little pub at the heart of things, even uses part of his real name. They'll never work out his riddle.