Your husband, not that anyone outside of the close death esters were aware that you were Tom Riddle's or rather, Lord Voldemort's wife.

You both had went to school together, were prefects together, and you had chosen to wait to have kids due to Tom's plans. He promised after the boy was dead...

You stood on the balcony of Riddle Manor in silence as the gentle summer wind blew through your hair. You knew something was wrong that night on October 31st... and you would eventually find out the truth.

Your husband, killed by a babe. You were so desperate to kill Harry Potter in response but you stayed put.

You watched as most the death eaters were punished. You watched them hide. You watched the ones that took pride in their doings (as they should).

Bellatrix had always been her favorite.

You stayed close to the Malfoys as you were forced to live life without your husband's presence. You were the only one that understood him, the only one he truly cared for as he was the same towards you.

You found out your were pregnant after his death despite every precaution you'd taken... you spent many nights crying about it. This has been your dream together, but you were being forced to raise a child on your own...

Your husband came back... using the stupid boy that had killed him and you had never been happier though Harry Potter wasn't dead yet. It was only a matter of time in your brain.

After he revived, not looking like he had aged one bit to Riddle Manor, looking for you... and his child.

He called out for you and you practically came running down the stairs, "Tom!" You jumped into his arms, practically crushing him.

He chuckled, "Oh hi there..." he spoke softly, in a voice he would only ever use on you.