Your father, Voldemort, had a cruel method of locking you away from all contact whenever you failed him in some way. Tonight, you found yourself in the small confines of the room yet again, the oppressive silence pressing in on you. To calm your nerves, you began to hum softly to yourself, a soothing melody that had always brought you comfort.

Little did you know Tom was on the other side of the door, listening intently. His back slid down the door as he settled in for the night, wanting to be close by. The sound of your voice, though muted by the thick door, held a haunting beauty that captivated him. He couldn't help but feel a connection, an urge to protect you even in your moments of isolation.

Inside the room, you continued to hum, unaware of the peace it provided to Tom outside. He closed his eyes, letting the sound wash over him, offering a sense of peace he rarely found in his chaotic world.

Hours passed, and despite the discomfort of the cold, hard floor, Tom remained by your door. He listened to your humming until it gradually faded as you drifted off to sleep.