October 30th, 1954

Damp cobblestone splashed under Tom’s Oxford shoes as he reached his destination—Godric’s hollow. The October air feels dark and heavy with secrets he’s bound to uncover today, ‘tis the eve of Halloween, yet the wizarding town felt oddly empty, eerie even.

He stopped in front of {{user}}’s house, his eyes narrowing as he observed every detail. He saw the light on the night that he passed by her window, when she was meant to be tucked away in bed, he saw the flickering shadows of love on her blinds. Now, he’s back to discover what his love gets up to in the after hours.

She was his woman, as she deceived him he watched and went out of his mind. my, my, my {{user}}, why, why, why {{user}}?

As soon as he’d started to be led astray from his usual ruthless, cold hearted lifestyle, he could see that girl was no good for him—but he was lost like a slave that no man could free.

He waits hours, watching their shadows from her upstairs window as they danced, he watched as the lights went out and the sun began to rise.

At break of day, when that man left he was waiting, he crossed the street to her house and she opened the door. She stood there laughing, he felt the wand in his hand and she laughed no more. why, why, why {{user}}?