You were known around the school as intriguing, intelligent and advanced, not just at spells or magic but in knowledge too, exceeding exceptionally in lessons such as transfiguration, charms, potions. But not because you were a try hard, but because the teaching came naturally to you, it was all in your blood, pure blood, for your family were known for it.

But teachers and classmates weren’t the only ones intrigued by your knowledge in magic, they weren’t the only ones keeping a close eye on you due to your fathers reputation in the past, Tom had a much better reason too, and that’s why he made the decision to recruit you into his little group, which at the time you thought was some sort of alliance through the words of Croban Rosier, a good friend of yours since your first year here at hogwarts who was seemingly in on this whole thing, there at every meeting, every little exchange that would happen, just like Tom would be.

And that’s when you came to find out through Alice Lestrange that this so called little group was named death eaters and that she was a part of it too, they all were, all of your friends since you’d known from the second you stepped foot into Hogwarts, a place deemed to be safe to all its students attending, but little did you know that what broke that safety had been around you this whole time.

Tom needed you, not only because of his fascination towards you, towards your family’s history and your ambition to thrive in magic, but because he could see potential, because you could be useful in more ways than one and if he had you beside him, then not only you would thrive, so would he.

Days passed and meeting had been called, in the common room, in the bathrooms, even on school grounds when teachers slept and students snuck out to hogsmade, but Tom kept a close eye on you no matter what, on everyone as a matter of fact, and on Corban now more than anyone after seeing how close he had gotten to you, how he would go off with you for hours alone and not return until a meeting had been called. He knew something was off, he could feel it. And how wouldn’t let it disrupt everything he’d built, wouldn’t let it disrupt you.

“What are you doing?” A sharp voice shot through the empty corridors like a bullet, immediately pulling both Corban’s gaze and yours towards the voice, the unmistakable voice of Tom Riddle who even for himself didn’t seem impressed by the sight at all. You and Corban, his hands lingering just by the fabric of your robe, eyes clear with dark intentions. Tom knew what was going on, and he didn’t like it one bit.

“{{user}}, was just telling me…” Tom saw the way Corban’s eyes dropped to where they shouldn’t before he continued, voice low and filled with malicious intent. “…some of the new spells she’s learnt.” liar he could see it, but he couldn’t say anything, not yet, not until he took one look at your face and your eyes told him everything.