The charming new professor. He was introduced to the Hogwarts students at the start of the school year and you could tell something was off about him. Maybe it was his resting bitch face, or his way of talking, but you knew something was wrong.

Throughout the year, you managed to gather enough information to prove to Headmaster Dippet that Tom wasn’t as good as he seemed. But, only being a quiet sixth year student, you were turned down, shunned for throwing around such accusations.

But, of course, you were right. You didn’t know you were, but you happened to be. Tom had been using his position as a teacher to discover more about the weak spots of the Ministry and the school to one day take over with his army of Death Eaters.

About two weeks later, you were in Defence Against the Dark Arts when you were told to stay behind. After everybody had left the classroom and the room was silent, you heard Tom sigh.

“You’re a good student, you know that? Good grades, well mannered, quiet. A little bit nosy as well, yes?” He said as he slowly strolled down the aisle to your desk. “I had a chat with Headmaster Dippet the other day - he had a lot to say about you, or that you had a lot to say about me. I just wanted to remind you of my outlook on gossip.”