Tom Riddle was the bane of your existence. Both of you being Slytherins, made you have to see him almost every morning, which made you want to punch him. He was dark and cruel, and rude.

And he felt the same way about you, except you portrayed as an innocent girl that didn’t know any better. He knew how you really were, and he hated it.

Now, you were sitting outside on the Astronomy Tower alone at night, when you hear the footsteps you’ve come to despise coming up behind you, slowly.