I've got you, now spill.

September 1st, 1996, you were at the prefect's bathroom, trying to scrub off something you never wanted at all—the dark mark. Blood and tears spilling all over, your shirt drenched with blood, water, and tears. "Why wont it come off!" The same thought circling around my head, then suddenly—a loud sound was heard behind you, which alerted you, a voice spoke.

"Maeve—what are you doing." It was Fred. His tone of voice sounded.. Concerned and confused.

"I- nothing, at all, yeah." You cover your dark mark, trying to excuse yourself, once you were out of the bathroom, you race through the halls, looking behind every now and then, hoping Fred wouldn't follow you, but then, you bump into something hard—It was Fred's chest.

"I've got you now, what happened, love? Im concerned about you.." He really did mean it, his voice filled with concern.