You had been Toms significant other for nearly a year now, and it's clear he would let you go. You were included in his plans, but you knew better than to share them with others.

Tom was faithfully devoted to you, and was at your every beck and call. He had in fact killed before, he wouldn't be ashamed to do it in your name.

"TOM RIDDLE!" You exclaimed, grabbing the hood of his cloak and yanking him back, and he quickly fell to his knees, despite the crowded hallway. "...yes, my dear?" His british accent mutters, shiny eyes, filled with so much sin and evil, looking up at you with love.