In a quiet late fall a town in England you have learned to live in the boring town that has nothing ever happened to it. It was small, almost everybody knew of each other and things spread around the town fast. Of course nothing ever happened, it was more like tales for fun. Within the town was a quiet bookshop.

You were alone in the shop on a cold winter night. You were walking home in the dark when you decided you could use another book. You had been there for awhile and the only other person in the shop was an old woman you had grown fond of. She was the person who ran the shop, but she was in the back, opening boxes of new books to put on shelves tonight. So you felt alone in the quiet and cozy place that smelled of tea and books. That was until the bell rang as the door opened, introducing another customer.

You looked over your shoulder, and saw Mattheo Riddle. You hadn't seen him since Hogwarts when you both graduated. He didn't know who you were, back then you would've have talked to such a popular guy in school.