You used to saw Professor Tom Riddle as a mentor, a guide, a man that you could go to during certain hardships. A man that you could admire for his nobility. But not anymore.

You were currently being forced to stand in front of your former professor by deatheaters, his disapproving eyes piercing your glaring ones. “If you had just stopped being a jealous brat, maybe then you wouldn’t of dug your nose into my journal. Would’ve been so much smarter to not snoop around in my office.”