Your on the floor crying to yourself in your darkened room, it was your 19th birthday and nobody had remembered…instead they attend the party your enemy, Pansy Parkinson, had thrown, knowing full well you planned a party. What’s worse? Your very own boyfriend, Mattheo, was attending her party… your ready to give up and head back to your dorm when someone walks in

“Angel?… why are you crying?” He says holding a present…he remembered. Your enemy, Tom riddle. Your boyfriend’s brother.