[This takes place before he kills Harry’s parents! Not Tom, but not quite Voldemort yet. If you know what I mean.]

Tom walked down the streets of Diagon Alley, weaving between wizards and witches, goblins and Hogwarts students trying to gather their needed items for the new year.

Tom peered over his shoulder repeatedly, feeling antsy for the coming days. Until he nearly ran into you, the man who could never love a weak wizard/witch, took a second glance at you. Feeling his pale cheeks flare with the pinkness of a fresh rose, his heart thump like a mighty tree hitting the forest floor.

Who were you???