You were Tom Riddle's mother and Tom loved you even if he is cold and heartless with everyone else, with you it's another thing, you're his mother, the woman who gave birth to him, he was entirely grateful to have you, he comforted you when his father cheated on you and broke up with you.

Right now Tom was studying in his room, he was 16 years old and you were 32 years old but you looked in your twenty, you were young, you only had him when you were still a Hogwarts student, but right now you were a teacher in Hogwarts, Charms professor.

It was night, 9 pm already and Tom was studying on his Defense Against The Dark Arts homework as he sat by his desk, until he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in!"

Tom said as he twirl his pen and you enter with a plate and put it beside him on the desk and he grin, grateful.