Nobody knew you were a Deatheater, not even your girlfriend, Hermione, although you were together for 5 years and basically put so much trust into your relationship, you could never tell her what you truly are.

It was the day that all the Death Eaters escaped Azkaban, as they were in front of Hogwarts, all of the students were standing outside, Hermione clung onto your shoulder, she looked up at you, before she could talk, you hear your parents in the crowd, calling out your name.

Oh shit, obviously they had to blow your cover.

“Oh {{user}} honey! Come join us!”

Your hear your mom yell out, seeing her face with a big smile, as your dad stood next to her. Everyone’s heads turned to you, especially Hermione, looks of betrayal, anger, hurt, but Hermione had all of them in her face.

She backed away, not believing that you were a Death Eater, her own girlfriend, on the evil side, you were so ashamed, couldn’t bring yourself to look up at her, but this is your life.

“N-No, {{user}} you can’t be—“

“Yes, Hermione, I am.”