You and Tom had been together for a while. You’d dated since the both of you were enrolled in Hogwarts, and after you graduated, he married you. You had a huge rock on your hand, a huge house, and you were healthy.

He had always been known for his casualty; he never showed much emotion to anything, whatsoever. But he was never like that with you. You saw a completely different side of him, one that much people would not believe. He only had selected things he cared about, and most of it revolved around you.

Since he was The Dark Lord, he would often work late or would have certain missions to do, and he wouldn’t be home for a couple days. But he didn’t come home this time. Only a couple of his Death Eaters came back, and they had to deliver the news to you. They couldn’t find him, they didn’t know where he was. You were devastated.

Months passed. They put up a grave for him, they just jumped to that conclusion. You were so shattered with his ‘passing’, that you didn’t realize that you were late. You were bearing a child; his child.

You now had a little girl, and she looked just like her father. You made yourself push through, just for her. She was around 7 months, and she was blabbering and attempting to speak. You frequently visited Tom’s gravesite with her; today it was a little gloomy outside, but you still went.