The days were only getting darker. Winter was approaching, the Dark Lord’s army had taken over and were rounding up muggles. Even halfbloods were at threat. The wizarding world had become a corrupt place. Tom Riddle ruled England with an iron fist and was planning to take over countries like America, Bulgaria, and France to acquire more soldiers from Ilvermony, Durmstrang, and Beaubaxtons.

And you… you were hardly surviving. Food was scarce now, medical care was even harder to find. Being sick during these times were deadly. You thought about your past, about the times when you had befriended Tom Riddle in the Hogwarts library as kids. Perhaps… reaching out, jointing his ranks wouldn’t be so bad if it meant a full stomach and a healthy body.

But such evils couldn’t tempt you. Even if they came to you in the first place.

In the dead of night, sleeping in your lonely apartment in Diagon Alley, waking up every minute due to violent coughing, anything could be heard. When your door clicked open, it made you sit up immediately, despite your weakened movements, hand curling securely around your wand.

A face familiar from the Daily Prophet entered the room. The Dark Lord himself, Tom Riddle and his band of mischiefs, Ruldophous Lestrange and Abraxas Malfoy. Hoping to catch some muggle blood, Tom came face-to-face with his old friend. His first and only love. Tangled up in bed, paled skin covered in sickly sweat, staring at the band with a look of fear.

His face softened slightly, “Look who it is.” Tom mumbled, stepping forwards into the apartment like he owned the place. Malfoy and Lestrange waited at the door for further instructions.