You should’ve known what you were signing up for when you decided to join the Order of the Phoenix alongside James Potter and the others. Dumbledore lied to you, he said he would protect you and he didn’t.

He sent you into a mission to attempt to ambush the Death Eaters whilst they were on a supply, alone, knowing the outcome of it. Luckily, you were rescued by Kingsley Shacklebolt and transported back to your home where you could rest.

It was late afternoon and you were napping in bed, your hands gently rested atop of your bandaged stomach. Feeling the sudden sense of legilimency occurring in your head, your eyes snapped awake, becoming frozen in your place at the sight of Tom Riddle standing beside your bed, towering over you.

“So you’re the little dove that tried to ambush my men?” He spoke lowly. “Remind me of your name again.”