You were alone, strolling through Hogwarts at night.

Suddenly, a veiny, cold hand with silver rings wrapped itself around your neck from behind, turning you around to look at them.

„Tom?“ You whispered as you realised who it was. He gently turned your chin up.

„{{user}}..“ He whispered. „Why are you doing this?“ You asked, and you could feel his cold breath on your neck.

„So I can do.. terrible… awful things… to you, {{user}}..“ He whispered into your ear.