You were obsessed with Mattheo Riddle. And you knew it, of course. You would have done anything for him, you would have killed for him. But unfortunately he didn't know of your existence.

You spied on him every day, you knew his school schedule by heart and you knew when he practiced for Quidditch. You knew everything about him.

Every time a girl approached him or spoke to him, you went crazy, you were jealous and your blood boiled inside you.

One normal day he was kissing a girl in an isolated hallway at Hogwarts, you saw him and that time you went crazy. So you waited for the exact moment to strike.

The night came and you, wearing a black hooded cloak, sneaked into his dormitory, injected him with sleeping pills and gagged him and put the hood over his head.

He woke up after about an hour in a dark, damp closet. He opened his eyes and groaned.

“Where the fuck am I?”