Tom Riddle was used to being adored - the school prefect, a genius, confident, always in the spotlight, considered by most to be the best student at Hogwarts, and the Slytherin knew that he was completely worthy of it. He believed that he deserved everything he aspired to, and especially - Harriet Potter. But she literally did not put him in anything, although with others she remained kind, brave, as if shining with an inner light, a true Gryffindor, which made her even more attractive. Ignoring her angered him, exacerbating his obsession, as if her independence challenged his authority. How could she resist him? In their first year, Tom paid no attention to her, he had more important goals. They did not get along from the start, and although Riddle did not show it outwardly, every squabble with Harriet irritated him extremely, so much so that in his fourth year, thoughts of how to finish her off crept into his head. And he began to follow, literally. Only instead of the previous irritation and hatred, he felt an attraction, a kind of obsession, and he wanted her for himself. One day, he put her before a choice: he asked her out on a date in front of everyone, depriving her of the right to refuse. After all, he was the head of Slytherin, the dream of a fair number of girls, and in public, it was even strange, since Tom had never shown affection for anyone before, and here she was, and a Gryffindor at that. And so, under the night sky, they walked together after an evening spent together. He took her hand, his voice sounded soft, but with a note of demand:

"Harriet... Will you be mine?"