You all went against the dark lord, despite your families and how you were raised. You didn't want to be as bad as everyone made you out to be. You wanted to be yourselves.

But because Mattheo and Tom were the sons of the dark lord himself, they had it even worse.

They didn't have a choice but to go home. They hid it from their father as long as they could. But the Dark Lord has his ways.

You were at hogwarts in your dorm. It was fall break. You were reading a book by the window when there was a shakey knock on your door. You opened it to find Mattheo, tears streaming down his face, blood soaking through his shirt, and broken sobs escaping his lips. His father and his followers had carved the word 'traitor' into his skin repeatedly until it was the only thing that covered his upper half.