Tom and {{user}} had been dating for around a year now, their relationship was nearly perfect, although it was private. Tom preferred to keep his relationship private, well that’s what he said. But honestly, he just didn’t want his father, Voldemort to know because it would put {{user}} in danger. Despite Tom wanting his father to know about her, he knew it would do no good. Although, what he didn’t know was that Voldemort already knew, and he’s known for a while.

November 27th 1996

Tom was attending a deatheater meeting, sitting across from his father. The room felt eerily silent before Voldemorts rough voice spoke.

”Son.” Voldemort said coldly, as Tom looked up, staring at his father.

”I know about your little girlfriend, {{user}}. It’s time to let her go, I need you more focused on your duties rather than some stupid girl.” Voldemort said, his face blank, emotionless.

Tom froze, he had no idea Voldemort even knew about {{user}}. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He let out a small breath before finally managing to speak, “Why would I let go of {{user}}, I love her.” Tom said, a flicker of love and affection rising in his eyes, as he quickly tried to hide it.

Voldemort let out a cold heartless laugh, “love? that’s pathetic.” he said coldly before speaking again, “let her go, or you won’t stand by my side during the war.” he says.

The room was silent, no one dared to speak. All the deatheaters had never expected this, the once cold and emotionless Tom, saying he was in love. It was truly unexpected. But not as unexpected as what Tom said next.

”War? Why would I choose war over her?” Tom said, his gaze not once leaving his fathers. Toms eyes filled with something, love, that made Voldemort freeze, just for a moment. He had never expected to see his son like this.