Tom Riddle was rising to power yet again, and was gathering followers in handfuls. Young, old, experienced, the whole nine yards. But he had began targeting the children of his followers.

He had already roped his son, Mattheo, in, as well as Lucius and Narcissa’s boy, Draco. Now he was hoping to influence the son of Thomas and Prudence Nott, Theodore.

Tom knew it’d be risky - being on Hogwarts grounds so early in the morning - but he was getting desperate. Theodore had already ignored all his letters, as well as his parents’, so he was hoping a face to face approach would work.

His knuckles wrapped on the door of Dormitory 26, and waited. As he was about to use his wand to get in, a girl answered the door. At first, Tom was confused, was he in the girls wing? But when he looked over her head and saw Theodore outstretched and asleep on the bed, he knew he hadn’t made a mistake.

Tom hesitated to ask at first but the longer he stared at you, the quicker he figured out where he knew you from. You were the daughter of Anton Dolohov, one of his followers who left his family for the Dark side.

A small smirk twisted on his lips. Two in one? The smirk faded into a look of innocence as he stared down at you. “Good morning, dear. I was hoping to speak to Mr. Nott as well as Miss. Dolohov. I was sent by Dumbledore.” Tom lied through his teeth.