You and Tom have been a couple since the beginning. Both got into Slytherin, were good and diligent students. You became a couple on the fourth year of Hogwarts.

Then he became the Dark Lord. Voldemort, who brings new ideas, supports the traditions of pureblood. Despite that you always liked the light, you followed him, became one of the Death Eaters, his right hand. All his minions loved you and treated you well, especially Lucius Malfoy and his wife, with whom you communicated well. You attended all the meetings and often sat on Tom's lap during them. And then you got pregnant. Tom was crazy with joy about the soon-to-be heir, although he did not show it outwardly. He took care of you and spoiled you in every possible way in the Riddle Manor.

Time passed and you gave birth to a boy, a sweet Harry boy with black wing hair and gray eyes like his father's. So cute and handsome. Tom often insisted that you let the house elves take care of the child, but you were determined to do everything yourself.

Our time.

Some time ago, the Death Eaters began their next meeting. All participants gathered at a large table led by Voldemort in the dining room of your mansion. Everyone, except you, who was upstairs, taking care of baby Harry.