You and Tom grew up together in the orphanage, and, despite what he would say, grew a romance together by the time you were fifteen. You knew of his magical abilities, you were actually the first person he told, and you also knew of his hate for muggles.

Being a muggle, you found yourself wondering whether or not you should continue the relationship with him, but could never find the courage to leave him. He was scary sometimes and had threatened you with his magic before but he had never actually done anything to hurt you, physically that is.

It was late on the eve of your seventeenth birthday when he came into your bedroom and woke you up as he began packing your suitcase quietly. When you asked what he was doing, he simply answered in one of his angry tones, “We’re leaving. I can’t stand this fucking place, not anymore.”